After talking about her two older cousins, Song Yueying then brought up Wang Muxiang, "Let's talk about our aunt, Wang Muxiang. She's truly the most shameless person I've ever met."
"She's stupid and vicious, cruel and wicked. Others can't say anything nice, but she spews filth from her mouth."
"Because she's shameless enough, taking advantage of our family has become a habit. Our mother is bullied by her to the point of having no chance of getting ahead, and she's driven crazy. Wang Muxiang deserves a lot of credit for that."
"If you run into her in the future, just ignore her. If she scolds you for disrespecting your elders, just tell her that you have never eaten a single grain of food or drunk a single drop of water from the Song family."
"In the Song family, only Mom and I are your blood relatives; everyone else is a stranger. Tell her not to try to claim kinship with anyone and to go somewhere cool and stay away."
The little girl smiled, her eyes crinkling into two crescent moons; she was incredibly endearing. When he talked about her two older cousins and her aunt, he used one unfamiliar word after another.
These don't sound like words used to praise someone.
Qi Yanjue thought that Song Yueying's two cousins and aunt must have really offended her, which was why she spoke so ruthlessly about the three of them.
Especially his eldest cousin, Song Rumeng. He still remembered that more than a year ago, Song Yueying wanted to go back to Beijing with him to get married, and she was reluctant to part with her eldest cousin, Song Rumeng.
The two cousins hugged each other and cried for a long time, reluctant to part.
Song Yueying even considered accepting Song Rumeng's suggestion to bring Song Rumeng with him to the capital.
Furthermore, she mentioned that he was related to her and her daughter by blood. Qi Yanjue felt it was necessary to clarify this and prevent her from continuing to misunderstand.
Suddenly, his clothes were grabbed from his arm. Qi Yanjue's first reaction was to grab the hand that was pulling his clothes. Before he could make a further move, he felt something soft...
Startled, he immediately released his grip and met Song Yueying's innocent eyes. Qi Yanjue coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment.
"Why did you suddenly grab my sleeve?" Qi Yanjue glanced at her hand, then looked away. He had almost...
Song Yueying stared blankly at Qi Yanjue. Just now, when he grabbed her hand, she really thought his next move was to break her hand.
"I have something to tell you," Song Yueying murmured in reply.
"What did you say?" Qi Yanjue asked.
Hearing his question, Song Yueying immediately remembered what she wanted to say to him, and tilted her head slightly to look at Qi Yanjue, "Brother, were you listening to me just now?"
Despite the revelation of so much dirt on Song Rumeng, he showed no reaction whatsoever, only focusing on walking forward with his head down. Song Yueying reasonably suspected that he wasn't paying attention to what she was saying.
"I'm listening," Qi Yanjue replied, still feeling uncomfortable with her calling him "brother."
"Really?" Song Yueying clearly didn't believe it.
"Really." Qi Yanjue nodded affirmatively.
Seeing that his expression didn't seem perfunctory, a sly glint flashed in Song Yueying's eyes. "Repeat what I said about Song Rumeng's first and last sentences."
“I believe you are listening.”
He recalled Chen Yuan talking to him on the oxcart, and how he would occasionally respond to Chen Yuan, which moved Chen Yuan to the point that he considered him a close friend.
She spoke to him, but he didn't utter a sound. Song Yueying was very unhappy and immediately decided that if Qi Yanjue couldn't repeat the last sentence she said...
She told him to learn from his mistakes, since he would be the one to suffer losses in the future, not her.
Qi Yanjue could tell she was unhappy, so he immediately repeated the two sentences she had said about Song Rumeng.
"You misspoke in the first sentence. I meant my brother is the smartest, not that I was talking about Song Rumeng at home," Song Yueying corrected her verbally, but she was secretly pleased.
Qi Yanjue's ability to multitask is quite a skill.
"I'm not your brother." Qi Yanjue wanted to struggle a little more.
“You’re my brother, my real brother. Mom has confirmed it, she won’t mistake you.” Song Yueying asked in confusion, “Brother, you’re so smart, why can’t you understand?”
"My surname is Qi, not Song, and I'm really not your brother." She kept calling him "brother" so much that Qi Yanjue's ears turned red.
"No matter what your surname is, it can't change the blood ties and family affection." Seeing that Qi Yanjue's ears were red, Song Yueying was taken aback, but after figuring out what was going on...
She... laughed rather unkindly.
This brother is so innocent and easily embarrassed! She's his own sister, so it's perfectly normal for her to praise her brother as the smartest! But he blushed with embarrassment.
It is said that innocent and shy men are very devoted, so you should make a move if you meet one.
Unfortunately, she was her own sister by blood, and she didn't even have the right to lay a hand on her... Song Yueying's expression suddenly turned cold, but she quickly regained her composure and smiled with a raised eyebrow.
"Hey! Little sister." A flippant voice rang out, "It doesn't matter if he doesn't admit he's your brother, we brothers will admit he is."
"Come on, good sister, hand over the money obediently, and your brothers will let you go."
Just as Qi Yanjue was about to make a move, Song Yueying grabbed his arm, rested her head on his shoulder, and whispered, "You still have internal injuries; it's not suitable for you to fight."
"If something happens in a moment..." Song Yueying swallowed the words she was about to say and instead gave a warning, "Remember to stay away from me."
"No." Qi Yanjue refused decisively, grabbing her wrist and pulling her behind him. He used his body to shield Song Yueying's small frame, facing the three men who had suddenly appeared.
One person was holding a knife, another was holding an axe, and the third was holding an iron rod.
"Your internal injuries haven't healed yet, you can't fight," Song Yueying said worriedly, looking at him.
"It's all healed." Qi Yanjue's words weren't just to comfort her; he was truly healed. He could clearly feel his injuries healing rapidly.
He knew it was the effect of the pills she gave him.
He didn't know how many pills she had left, nor was he sure if she was willing to give them up to save others. So, he dared not say anything.
Hearing that his injuries had healed, Song Yueying immediately stopped worrying. She peeked out and, seeing the weapons in the three men's hands, smiled especially warmly.
"You three, hand over the money obediently, and I'll have my brother let you go." Song Yueying's words were extremely arrogant.
Qi Yanjue turned around and glanced at her, thinking, "You're the kind of person who's good at causing trouble."
The three men were so angry at her words that they were practically steaming. They had robbed countless people and committed countless robberies, but this was the first time they had encountered someone who dared to challenge them like this.
Especially since the other party was a young girl, with those thin arms and legs, it's no exaggeration to say that he could send her to meet the King of Hell with just one iron rod.
The man with the axe brandished it, a half-smile on his face, and said, "Little girl, you probably don't know what we three brothers do. I can..."
“I know, those who rob people on the road, in ancient times they were called bandits, now they’re called… hey! What are they called now?” Song Yueying said to herself.
"I can't remember, but it's okay, you're all family anyway."
“In ancient times, when mountain bandits came out to rob, they would shout a slogan: ‘This tree was planted by me, this road was opened by me, if you want to pass, leave your toll.’”
“You should say that this street is mine, and I am blocking passersby. If you want to pass, leave your money and ticket.”
But when she said these words, her bright little face was beaming with a smile.
Qi Yanjue was speechless. "I never expected you to be so sarcastic!"
Being told they were in cahoots with bandits, the three men's faces turned grim. Bandits were notorious for burning, killing, and looting; they dared not associate themselves with them.
One of them said, "Little sister, don't talk nonsense. We three brothers aren't bandits. At most, we rob the rich to help the poor. Since you know we're just highway robbers..."
Another person chimed in, "Just hand over all your money and tickets, or else..."
The third person chimed in, "Losing arms or legs is your own fault, so don't blame us for being too ruthless."
Song Yueying was about to retort when Qi Yanjue reached out and shooed her behind him, saying, "Hide well."
Hiding? Song Yueying had never hidden anything in her past life, and she couldn't hide anything in this one.
While Qi Yanjue turned his head to be wary of the three men, Song Yueying peeked out from behind him again. Raising an eyebrow, she said, "You want to steal our money and tickets? Go ahead."
As soon as she finished speaking, a small stack of 100-yuan bills appeared in Song Yueying's hand.
Seeing the money in her hand, Qi Yanjue's lips twitched. "You're the kind of person who'll add fuel to the fire."
He'd never seen anyone actually use money as bait when being robbed, as people usually don't even have time to hide their valuables.
Qi Yanjue didn't act directly, allowing Song Yueying to provoke the three of them, because he wanted to wait until they lost their temper and attacked together before dealing with them all at once.
He could easily handle these three people on his own. But with Song Yueying around, he worried that a moment of carelessness on his part might cause her to get hurt or even lose her life.
I never expected Song Yueying to be so infuriating.
She waved the large bills in her hand at the three men and said with a grin, "Want the money in my hand? No problem. The problem is you'll have to use your real skills to steal it."
The three men stared wide-eyed at the large denomination bill in Song Yueying's hand, then charged toward the two men with their weapons raised.
"Look at the money!" Song Yueying shouted, grabbed Qi Yanjue, and turned to run.
When the three men saw Song Yueying's actions, they assumed she was really going to throw the money at them. They hesitated for a moment, and that moment was enough for the two men to escape.
Qi Yanjue, who was being dragged away by Song Yueying, was now completely exasperated.
However, the three men quickly surrounded the two. The man with the knife sneered, "Run! Keep running, let's see where you can run to."
"You bitch, you dare to lie to us? Today we'll make sure you lose either your hands or your feet."
"Cut off her feet, since they can run away anyway."
Hearing the three men's cruel words, Song Yueying showed no fear. She reached out and patted Qi Yanjue beside her, "Brother, you hold the fort!"
Before Qi Yanjue could react, he saw her run away again.
Now he's the one taking the blame. Wasn't he so valiant just now? A few words from him can drive three men crazy.
"You bitch, you actually dare to run away." The man with the knife cursed and was about to give chase when he was kicked away by a side kick.
The knife slipped from his hand, and his body slammed heavily to the ground, where he remained for a long time before finally getting up.
The other two men were enraged and attacked Qi Yanjue.
After kicking someone, Qi Yanjue calmly withdrew his foot and assumed a fighting stance to confront the two men.
Suddenly, a bizarre scene unfolded.
The iron bars and axes that the two men were holding fell to the ground, and they collapsed limply.
A few moments flashed through Qi Yanjue's mind, but he still didn't understand what was going on.
Song Yueying ran back, looked at the three men lying on the ground, and smiled in a way that was extremely irritating.
She walked over, stepped on the back of a man's hand, and said, "Get up! Didn't you want to keep my hands and feet? I'll give you that chance."
"Ah!" The man cried out in pain as his hand was stepped on. He looked at Song Yueying with fear in his eyes. "You bitch, what did you do to us?"
He attacked the man with the axe, but suddenly the axe in his hand felt incredibly heavy. Before he could react, the axe fell to the ground, and he collapsed as well.
Then my whole body went limp, and I couldn't muster any strength.
He's not sick or in pain, his body shouldn't be in this state, this woman must have done something.
"Do you know what I did? You're not too stupid, but unfortunately..." Song Yueying kicked the man in the neck, knocking him unconscious.
She didn't mean anything by it; she just felt that since the unconscious man couldn't see her looking for something, she wouldn't feel embarrassed.
Song Yueying squatted down beside the man and reached into his shirt pocket. After rummaging around for a few moments, she pulled out three crumpled ten-yuan bills and two grain coupons.
Qi Yanjue didn't stop her, but stood aside and quietly watched her work.
"No, no, no... little sister, no, ancestors, ancestors, spare my life! We... we were just joking with you." The man was terrified, his face pale, and he begged for mercy repeatedly.
He watched as the woman kicked his best friend in the neck, and then his best friend lay motionless on the ground.
I wonder if my good brother is still alive.
"Don't worry, your good brother is still breathing." The man's eyes kept glancing at the unconscious man, and Song Yueying knew what he was thinking.
"Little girl, you're joking. No, no, ancestors, ancestors, we really were just joking with you. Please let us go."
“Are you kidding me?” Song Yueying frowned. “But I don’t see any joke in you guys. Just now, the man with the axe said he wanted to keep the hands or feet.”
The man was bitter inside. If he had known this woman was so formidable, she would have taken them all down without a sound. He wouldn't have dared to rob her even if he had ten times the courage!
Waaah, he wants to go home.
"Don't take it like he's talking nonsense." The man was terrified of being the next one to get kicked in the neck. "Ancestor, you're my dear ancestor, we were wrong, we were really wrong."
"We were blind to your greatness, and we overestimated ourselves and offended you. Please forgive us for not causing you any harm."
"Let us go!"
Song Yueying's gaze darkened. "Since you didn't harm me, I should let you go. Is that what you mean?"
"No, no, I absolutely didn't mean that. I misspoke, I misspoke. Please don't hold it against me," the man hurriedly denied and begged for forgiveness.
"Please, please spare us. We really know we were wrong. I... I promise we'll never dare to rob again."
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