Seeing that she didn't care and let him sell the child, Song's father, not daring to do anything about it, angrily slapped her across the face.
Song Qingyou saw the slap coming and tried to dodge, but it was too late. The slap hit her face and knocked her to the ground. Her face swelled up instantly and blood appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"Husband, how could you hit You'er like that? She's your daughter too." Song's mother looked at her daughter, ran over to help her up, but was pushed away.
The guests in the restaurant lobby all watched this scene and discussed it quietly, but none of them stepped forward. It seems that this was not the first time such a thing had happened.
Looking into his daughter's eyes, Mr. Song seemed to want to say something, but in the end he said nothing, simply lowered his hand and stood there.
Standing up, Song Qingyou wiped the blood from her mouth. "This is the last time you'll hit me. I won't give you that chance again. Now, take your child and wife and leave. Otherwise, if you anger me, none of us will be happy."
Feeling the pain on her face, she regretted it even more. She had brought them to the capital, and none of them were any good. Her father only thought about gambling all day and didn't care about anything at home. Her mother was even more cowardly and easily swayed, believing whatever others told her.
And those younger sisters, knowing that His Highness the Crown Prince comes to the shop, they cling to his side. Now, His Highness hasn't come to see her for several days. She spent a year trying to win the Crown Prince's favor, but those idiots ruined it all.
And Grandma's family are practically vampires. Knowing she owns two shops, they've come to take money from her more than once. This can't go on, it can't continue.
Mr. An looked at his daughter's hateful face and wanted to say something, but Mrs. An stopped him, "Honey, whatever it is, let's talk about it when You'er comes home tonight. We're still at the shop, don't make our daughter angry."
Upon hearing her say that, An's father pushed her away and left in a fit of rage.
Mother An breathed a sigh of relief after he left. "You'er, your father didn't mean it. Don't be angry with him. I'll take your fifth sister home now. You're busy, but remember to come home tonight."
Seeing her like this, Song Qingyou wondered more than once if there was any point in keeping such a family. Without answering her mother's question, she told the shop assistant to watch the shop and went outside.
She has to have her face checked first; if her face is injured, how can she become the Crown Princess in the future?
After she left, An Shuyi said, "Huahua, is the female lead about to cause trouble?" In the book, those things were just a rough outline, but everything now is real. It seems that Song's father's slap was the first step in the female lead's trouble-making.
And the look in the female lead's eyes just now—the hatred was practically tangible. It seems that the only way out for the female lead's grandmother and her family in the next few days is death.
Xia Hua nodded, "It seems so, but I don't remember the novel mentioning a scene where Song Qingyou was beaten."
"Didn't you write it?" An Shuyi looked at her. "Did you forget? If you were beaten, you couldn't have left it unwritten."
"Really, no. I'm not so old that I can't remember. How could I forget? I was wondering before why the female lead would kill her grandmother's family. Now it seems that this slap is the reason she killed them."
After all, no one can tolerate being constantly exploited. She hadn't realized it when she was reading the book, but now that she thinks about it, many things seem illogical. Perhaps it's because it was a novel, but this is reality.
An Shuyi nodded, "These next few days, we'll follow her and see how she stirs things up." She was bored anyway, and she was happy to watch the show.
"Okay, let's eat!" Xia Hua said as the waiter brought the dishes to the table.
"This dish is quite delicious. Although it's not very well cooked, it's still very tasty and has a refreshing aroma." He then picked up a few more bites of other dishes.
It seems that the grains and vegetables are indeed products of this space.
After tasting a little of each dish, Xia Hua said, "This food isn't very good. Didn't you notice that all the dishes taste the same?" She then looked at the other people's dishes, which were all rather bland, even tasteless.
These dishes all taste the same—fragrant and mild—without anything particularly outstanding. They're like cabbage and radish; they all taste the same, but the vegetables themselves don't have any flavor.
Hearing her say that, An Shuyi picked up the food again and ate it, but she couldn't taste anything special, only that it was very fragrant.
Seeing that she couldn't taste the difference, Xia Hua didn't say much. "Eat quickly. Aren't you going to watch the opera after you finish eating? If you don't hurry, the opera will start soon."
"I'll eat now."
After the two finished their meal, carrying some melon seeds, peanuts, and small cakes from the pastry shop, they headed to the teahouse. As soon as they arrived, the performers were already on the stage, and An Shuyi hurriedly pulled Xia Hua to find seats.
The teahouse was completely full, and just as she was wondering whether to share a table with someone, a voice came from the side.
"Mrs. An, please have a seat here."
An Shuyi turned her head and saw Xiao Yubai sitting there. Today he was dressed in white, and his face still had a gentle smile.
Xiao Yubai saw her looking over and smiled, "I still have a seat here, ladies, please come and sit down."
"Thank you, Young Master Xiao. We won't stand on ceremony!" An Shuyi said, then pulled Xia Hua over and placed the things she was carrying on the table.
"Isn't Young Master Xiao busy?" In ancient times, only wealthy young men had the leisure to come to teahouses to listen to operas, but Xiao Yubai was clearly not one of them. Although he had changed his clothes today, they looked about 70% new, indicating that he came from a poor family.
Xiao Yubai shook his head. "I'm not busy. When I get tired of reading at home, I go to the teahouse to listen to a play. I'm worried that if I read for too long, I'll become a bookworm."
An Shuyi thought it made sense. After all, reading for a long time was not good for the eyes and brain, and it was time to relax. "Young Master Xiao, here are some melon seeds and snacks. Help yourself."
Before he could finish speaking, she grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds, ate them, and watched the stage intently.
Xiao Yubai didn't eat either, knowing she didn't want to be disturbed, so he didn't say anything more. He also kept looking at the stage, occasionally adding some tea to the three of their cups.
Before long, a layer of sunflower seed shells and peanut shells was piled on the ground, the snacks were all eaten, and the play was recast.
"Huahua, what time is it now?" An Shuyi looked at the change of performers on stage, then at her feet. "Are we having dinner tonight?"
Xia Hua put down her teacup. "It's late afternoon now. Can you still eat?" Not to mention the melon seeds and peanuts, there were three small cakes, two mochi, five osmanthus cakes, and so much tea. I don't know if you'll be full.
An Shuyi touched her stomach rather inelegantly and shook her head, "I'm a little full, I can't eat anymore." She was so engrossed in watching the show that her mouth just wouldn't stop moving.
"Let's go outside for a walk, otherwise we'll get as fat as pigs if we keep eating like this," Xia Hua said, standing up.
An Shuyi also stood up. "Thank you, Young Master Xiao. We'll take our leave now. Please continue." After saying that, she bowed and followed behind.
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