Song Wei smiled and said, “I don’t care what your reasons are, but you cannot lay a finger on Su Zhiqing. If I ever see her hurt again, I’ll take it out on your sons and daughters in return.”
“You… Song Zhiqing, you’re going too far! This is our family’s business. Why are you meddling?”
Song Wei sneered as she stared at them. “Since Su Zhiqing left the educated youth dormitory, we count as her maternal family now, don’t we, Sister Su?”
Su Fang sniffled, her red-rimmed eyes glistening, and she nodded.
This time, her tears were genuine, a mix of laughter and sorrow.
“Yes, you are my family.”
Her voice was choked, and Li Juan and Bai Yunjiao stepped forward to comfort her.
The male educated youth stood tall behind Song Wei, showing their support.
“Since we’re her family, naturally, we look out for each other. You hurt my sister, and you expect me, her younger sister, to sit idly by? That’s not going to happen.”
The Luo family was furious, their faces turning red with indignation, but they couldn’t argue back.
“Good grief! Who dares to bully her? Just look at what she’s been doing! What kind of daughter-in-law goes around at night, disheveled and clutching a knife, standing over her own husband’s bed? She even threatened her in-laws. She’s clearly out to kill us!”
Nearby neighbors peered over their walls, eager to watch the drama unfold.
Well… that did sound terrifying.
“Then why didn’t Su Zhiqing act like this when she was at the dormitory? Why did it only start after she came to your house?”
That’s right—Su Zhiqing had been perfectly fine at the dormitory.
“She’s doing it on purpose!”
Song Wei pressed further, “On purpose? Why would she do that?”
“Isn’t it because we couldn’t protect her when the wild boar attacked? That child…”
At this point, they abruptly changed the topic. “We haven’t even complained yet! She’s barren now. How could the Luo family end up with such a jinx? We’ll be doomed without an heir!”
Liu Linlin’s voice rang out loudly, “Wasn’t it because your son pushed her that she lost the baby? She’s in this state because of your family! And you still have the nerve to talk about her? Shameless!”
“You city folks are just delicate! A little push, and the baby’s gone? When I was pregnant, I worked in the fields, and my child turned out fine. It’s her weak body to blame—who else is at fault?”
“And why do you think her body is so weak? Isn’t it because of you people? Feeding her scraps while making her do all the hard work—how could anyone stay healthy like that? You’ve been pregnant yourself. How can you treat a pregnant woman, carrying your family’s child, so heartlessly? You’re the ones committing murder!”
“You’re talking nonsense!”
Song Wei interrupted the foul words Luo’s old lady was about to spew. “I don’t care how things were before. From now on, if Su Zhiqing gets hurt, I’ll come straight for all of you. And…”
Her gaze landed on Luo Dazhuang. “I’ll keep an eye on your son. If he dares to mess around outside, don’t blame us for reporting him for having an affair.”
At that, the Luo family’s faces turned alternating shades of green and white.
“And as for Su Zhiqing’s health—who caused it, who fixes it. You want a hardworking, obedient daughter-in-law who doesn’t cost a dime to care for, yet you still find fault with her? Luo family, you’re not wealthy or good-looking, but your expectations are sky-high.”
Song Wei rolled her eyes and added with disdain, “Dream on.”
The Luo family was fuming, especially the old lady, who looked ready to collapse in anger.
The neighbors watching the scene couldn’t help but laugh. This Song Zhiqing was sharp-tongued and formidable.
Su Fang closed the door after seeing Song Wei and the others off.
She turned to old lady Luo, who was pretending to be weak and leaning on her son, and spoke with concern. “Mother, are you feeling unwell? I’ll go kill a chicken to make soup for you.”
Without waiting for their reaction, Su Fang grabbed a knife and darted to the chicken coop. In one swift motion, she caught an old hen and sliced its neck.
“Ahhh! That’s my egg-laying hen!”
Old lady Luo shrieked like a stuck pig. Her eyes reddened as she glared at Su Fang with murderous intent.
Su Fang feigned innocence, her tone calm.
“What’s wrong, Mother? Aren’t you feeling unwell? You always say I’m not a good daughter-in-law, so now I’m making soup for you. This chicken is very nourishing.”
She added with a saccharine smile, “Mother, if you ever feel unwell again, just let me know. I’ll do the laundry, cook, chop firewood, and kill the chickens.”
Raising the knife, she said sweetly, “One slice to the neck, and it’s done.”
The Luo family stared at her in horror.
Su Fang smiled serenely, humming as she plucked the chicken.
“I feel like Su Zhiqing has changed,” one of the educated youth commented as they walked away from the Luo house.
They had felt triumphant while standing up to the Luo family, but now they were puzzled.
It didn’t seem like Su Zhiqing was being mistreated anymore. If anything, the Luo family seemed afraid of her.
“Her sleepwalking condition is terrifying, but she didn’t have this issue at the dormitory, did she?”
After all, waking up to see a woman with disheveled hair and a knife would frighten anyone.
Song Wei replied, “Maybe she got too scared living with the Luo family. The doctor said her mental state wasn’t stable. Maybe the stress triggered the sleepwalking.”
Li Juan, who had accompanied Su Fang to the hospital, had frequently emphasized her fragile state. Song Wei’s explanation seemed reasonable enough, and the others nodded in agreement.
Seeing no further questions, Song Wei smirked subtly.
Su Fang was handling things even better than she had anticipated. By the time Su Fang was done, the Luo family would be begging for a divorce.
Back at the dormitory, Song Wei was about to make breakfast when a heavily bundled Heidan appeared.
Flanked by two half-grown wolf pups, the chubby boy marched in with an air of importance.
“Sister Song! Sister Song! My brother said to come over for breakfast. He’s already cooked!”
Heidan shouted as soon as he entered, clinging to Song Wei’s leg and gazing up at her with wide eyes.
“Sister Song, you’re not cooking, are you? Your cooking is terrible!”
Song Wei: …
It was true, but did he have to say it so loudly?
Song Wei pinched his cheek. “Don’t talk nonsense.”
In the end, she gave in and went to Lin Zhen’s house for breakfast. His cooking was just too good to resist.
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