Chapter 13: Torture the Green Tea Girl to tears!
The two were looking forward to Song Congrong severing his father-daughter relationship with Song Tang and kicking her out of the Song family, when they saw Lin He appear at the stairs on the second floor.
"Tangtang didn't push Yaoyao!"
"I was explaining the problem to Tangtang in her room just now. She left the room after Song Nanxing screamed. It's impossible for her to push anyone down the stairs!"
Song Qingyao and Song Nanxing's faces changed drastically at the same time.
Neither of them expected that Lin He would be in Song Tang's room!
Lin He and Qin Xiuzhi have a really good relationship.
When they were young, they were friends who were willing to die for each other.
The husbands they married were their comrades-in-arms, and they lived together in the compound for so many years. Although they are not related by blood, they are better than sisters.
In addition, Lin He is Commander Lu’s wife. She has always been fair, so naturally no one would doubt what she says.
"Aho?"
Qin Xiuzhi was also stunned.
She slowly let go of Song Qingyao's hand, "Were you really in Tangtang's room just now?"
Lin He nodded gently, "Tangtang came to me and said that he couldn't do a few questions."
"I happened to have nothing to do, so I went to Tangtang's room to teach her how to do her homework. Tangtang ran out of the room worriedly when she heard Song Nanxing yelling that Yaoyao had fallen down the stairs."
"I can testify for Tangtang that she didn't harm anyone tonight."
"Xiuzhi, Tangtang is a good child. She is your biological daughter. You should give her more trust."
"I……"
Qin Xiuzhi's peach blossom eyes, which were exactly the same as Song Tang's, were rarely filled with helplessness.
Worry leads to confusion.
Seeing Song Qingyao bleeding so much just now, and Song Nanxing insisting that he saw with his own eyes that it was Song Tang who pushed her down the stairs, she naturally subconsciously concluded that Song Tang had done something bad.
Now that she has calmed down and thought about it, she was indeed too impulsive just now.
Song Nanxing has a history of framing Song Tang, so why did she believe her lies just now?
Having known each other for so many years, Song Congrong naturally knew how upright Lin He was.
Thinking about how his own daughter was slandered, not only did he not support her, but he also wanted to drive her out, Commander Song, who always had his way, was unusually at a loss.
He couldn't bring himself to admit his mistake to his daughter, so he could only question Song Nanxing harshly, "Tangtang clearly didn't push Yaoyao, why did you insist that she was the one who hurt her?"
"Song Nanxing, you must explain yourself clearly to me today!"
Qin Xiuzhi glanced coldly at the shivering Song Nanxing, and her gaze slowly fell on Song Qingyao.
The palms and backs of your hands are all made of flesh.
Song Tang and Song Qingyao are both her precious daughters. She doesn't love one more or care about one less.
It was just because Song Qingyao was not her biological daughter, and she was afraid that Song Qingyao, who was sensitive, would think too much, so she took better care of her.
But she would not allow Song Qingyao to hurt her own daughter.
After a moment of silence, she said with some disappointment, "Yaoyao, why did you also say that it was Tangtang who pushed you?"
"What happened tonight? I want to hear the truth."
Song Qingyao covered her mouth in pain.
She really couldn't even dream that Qin Xiuzhi would actually doubt her!
It’s all Song Tang’s fault!
If Song Tang hadn't insisted on going back to the capital to snatch things from her, she wouldn't have been suspected by her parents!
Song Qingyao would definitely not tell the truth. She shook her head helplessly with tears in her eyes, "I didn't see it... I really didn't see it..."
In Song Nanxing's opinion, everything Song Qingyao did tonight was to help her.
She knew that with Lin He showing up, she would definitely not be able to escape a scolding tonight.
She was quite righteous. After knowing that she would be scolded tonight, she decided to get rid of Song Qingyao who was really kind to her.
"This matter has nothing to do with Yaoyao!"
Song Nanxing gritted his teeth and continued, "I was the one who pushed Yaoyao down the stairs."
"It was me who deliberately framed Song Tang."
"Song Tang is a vixen who only knows how to hurt people. As soon as she came to our house, she caused Shanshan to lose her living expenses and I also lost my cloth coupons. I just don't like her!"
"When I pushed Yaoyao, she didn't see me. It's normal for her to misunderstand when she heard me shouting that it was Song Tang who pushed her."
Hearing that Song Nanxing had taken care of everything, Song Qingyao breathed a sigh of relief.
She used her usual trick, kneeling on the ground weakly, crying and slapping herself again and again.
"sorry……"
"I don't blame my aunt, please don't blame her either."
"I really didn't mean to frame my sister. I only thought my sister wanted to hurt me when I heard my aunt say that it was my sister who pushed me."
"I didn't mean to hurt anyone, but I still caused my sister to be criticized by my parents. It's all my fault. I'm really too bad..."
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
"Yaoyao..."
Song Congrong and Qin Xiuzhi's eyes were filled with pity at the same time.
Obviously, they both believed that this matter had nothing to do with the "simple and kind" Song Qingyao.
They hurried forward and tried to stop Song Qingyao from continuing to hurt herself.
Song Qingyao was so smart that she naturally knew that the suspicion on her had been cleared.
She knelt down at Song Tang's feet again, pleading pitifully, "Sister, I really didn't mean it."
"I misunderstood my sister, and I deserved to be beaten. Sister, please forgive me, okay?"
As she said this, she started crying and slapping herself again.
"Yaoyao, stop it!" Qin Xiuzhi was so heartbroken that tears fell.
A cold light flashed across Song Tang's peach blossom eyes.
She knew that most of the blood on Song Qingyao's body was fake.
After Song Qingyao and Song Nanxing discussed a countermeasure, one of them went outside the yard to keep watch, waiting for Song Congrong and his wife to return home, while the other went to the younger sister's house to get a blood bag.
Song Tang took this opportunity to quietly invite Lin He to her room.
However, she could not prove that there was fake blood on Song Qingyao's body, nor could she prove that Song Qingyao was the mastermind behind her frame-up.
Song Qingyao cried so miserably. If she didn't say forgiveness, Song Congrong and his wife would think she was too fussy and would feel even more distressed for Song Qingyao.
She won't let Song Qingyao succeed.
After all, when it comes to tea drinking, Song Tang may not lose!
"Tangtang, Yaoyao's face is almost swollen, can you just forgive her?"
Hearing Qin Xiuzhi's voice, Song Tang pinched himself hard and his eyes turned red instantly.
"Dad, Mom, I don't think I should go back to the capital."
"I've really suffered a lot since I was a child."
"I didn't have enough to eat or enough clothes to wear. It was only when I arrived in the capital that I was able to wear clothes without patches for the first time."
"I thought I had found my biological parents and that I finally had a family, but my parents didn't trust me, and it seemed like you didn't love me either."
"If my sister hates me, I can really leave. I can leave now..."
When Song Tang said this, he was indeed acting at first, wanting to return tea with tea.
But when she thought of the tragic ending of the original owner in the book, she felt inexplicably sad and actually shed a few tears sincerely.
Song Qingyao was confused.
She really didn't expect that Song Tang was even more teasing than her!
Song Congrong and his wife were so distressed and guilty that they no longer cared about Song Qingyao and rushed to comfort Song Tang.
Even Song Congrong, who was so proud, lowered his head and said sorry to Song Tang awkwardly.
"Tangtang, Daddy didn't mean to wrongly accuse you. When I heard your aunt say that it was you who pushed Yaoyao, Daddy thought..."
"Anyway, Dad made a mistake this time, and Dad admits it."
Song Congrong is a tough guy who is fearless on the battlefield, but he is really not good at coaxing children.
He could only clumsily use money to express his guilt and heartache.
He hurriedly took out a few big unity notes and stuffed them into Song Tang's hands, "You...you take this money and buy some delicious food. If it's not enough, ask dad for more."
Qin Xiuzhi also cried and apologized to Song Tang, "Tangtang, Mom should have trusted you."
"Yes, don't you want to join the art troupe? Mom supports you! Mom will ask a teacher to help you with your homework, okay?"
"No need." Song Tang said this, but he didn't mean to make fun of Qiao.
At that time, the college entrance examination had not yet been resumed, and the teacher Qin Xiuzhi hired for her was at most at the high school level.
To be honest, those teachers couldn't teach her anything.
"Then here are these cloth coupons. You girls love to be pretty, so make yourself a few more sets of clothes."
Qin Xiuzhi tried desperately to compensate Song Tang, and directly stuffed several ten-foot cloth coupons in her bag into her hands.
Song Nanxing and Song Qingyao were not blind, so of course they saw what they put into Song Tang's hands.
Song Nanxing made a rough count and found that Qin Xiuzhi had given Song Tang five ten-foot cloth coupons.
Song Congrong gave her at least five or six Great Unity cards.
Why was Qin Xiuzhi so stingy and only gave her 15 feet of cloth coupons a month, but she could give Song Tang 50 feet of cloth coupons all at once?
She doesn't accept it!
Song Qingyao was so angry that her teeth ached.
She thought she could successfully drive Song Tang out of the Song family tonight.
Who would have thought that Song Tang was so lucky that she had Lin He to testify for her and got so many good things.
These cloth coupons and the Great Unity should all belong to her, Song Qingyao.
Why does Song Tang always spend the money that belongs to her, Song Qingyao?
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