Eighties Sweetheart Wife

Chapter 19: Chapter 19 What did she say?_1 Chapter 19: Chapter 19 What did she say?_1 The aunt only had eyes for her maternal family, often taking grains and money from her home to give to her mother and brother.

Old Mrs.

Song knew about it, but she was helpless.

If she said anything, the aunt would immediately turn hostile, then start crying and screaming for a divorce.

She would also curse the Song family for ingratitude, claiming that both her and Song Nian’s jobs were secured through her mother’s connections, accusing the Song family of wanting to “cross the river and demolish the bridge.”

“Sister, I heard from Huzi that whatever he wants, the aunt will send to her mother’s family’s cousin; she won’t leave a single thing for Huzi, and crying is of no use.”

“Is that really the case?”

The uncle’s family only had one son, nicknamed Huzi.

He was currently in primary school.

Song Yunuan was also feeling uncertain, as she and her brother were hungry.

If the aunt didn’t provide food, they might as well take their grandfather’s horse cart back to the village.

At this moment, Sun Jinrong was unaware that outside the timber factory gate, Song Yunuan and Song Mingsheng were waiting for her and her husband to come home and cook.

The factory had distributed goods that afternoon.

Five pounds of noodles and one pound of meat.

Plus two pairs of gloves.

These were combined for her and her husband.

She couldn’t help but think of her mother and brother back home.

Just a couple of days ago, her eldest nephew had mentioned wanting to eat noodles, and just like that, the factory had distributed some today.

Sun Jinrong decided to send all these items to her mother’s house.

There were also two pairs of gloves, perfect for her brother and his wife, one pair each.

Just thinking of the praise she would receive from her mother for bringing these things made Sun Jinrong feel a great sense of achievement.

You look down on me, but am I not the most filial one?

Isn’t it often the case in many families that the child who is least favored ends up being the most dutiful?

They aim to prove that their parents were wrong all along.

After waiting for almost half an hour, Song Yunuan saw her aunt Sun Jinrong emerge from the factory, her head covered in sawdust and carrying a package of items.

The moment Sun Jinrong saw the sister and brother standing not far away, her face immediately darkened.

When did these two debt-collectors arrive?

To be waiting at the gate, how irritating.

She instinctively clutched the package tighter.

Did they know the factory was distributing goods today and deliberately wait at the gate for this?

How shameless.

These were for her brother and eldest nephew, there was nothing for them.

Sun Jinrong turned to look, but her husband Song Nian hadn’t come out yet.

She decided to ignore them, intending to take the items to her mother’s house first.

Just as she was about to walk away, she heard a faint girl’s voice near her ear.

[To speak of the aunt, she truly is a good daughter of the Sun family, always thinking of sending the good food home.

But she doesn’t know that she’s not actually a blood daughter of the Sun family.

Old Mrs.

Sun is a kidnapper, and where the aunt was abducted from is unknown—her only clue being the longevity lock she wears around her neck.]

Stunned, Sun Jinrong looked at Song Yunuan and Song Mingsheng standing not too far away.

Whose words were these?

And they called her aunt?

It could only be Song Yunuan, who had been sent back.

But she hadn’t opened her mouth.

And what did she say?

About a kidnapper, not being their flesh and blood, and something about a longevity lock?

Sun Jinrong’s heart pounded wildly.

A cold sweat broke out on her back.

Even in that moment, she felt like she couldn’t catch her breath.

The voice continued.

[Old Mrs.

Sun constantly urges the aunt and her husband to divorce, claiming to be heartbroken seeing her daughter struggle with her husband, but the truth is there’s a fifty-year-old bachelor in Shanwa Village who came to her, willing to pay 500 yuan for a wife—preferably one who can bear children, and having had a son before is even better.

Old Mrs.

Sun took a deposit, pondering whether to “cook the rice” so to speak between the aunt and the bachelor, reasoning it didn’t matter since she’s not her actual daughter.]

Sun Jinrong felt the world spinning around her.

But she couldn’t move an inch.

Yes, it’s true.

Her mother’s family has been urging her to divorce Song Nian day after day, and just yesterday, she said that as long as she divorced, she guaranteed to find her someone better.

But is that really the case?

It can’t be, can it?

Sun Jinrong’s mind was in complete chaos.

It must be false, definitely false.

[Little auntie is so stupid, not only does she scrimp and save for herself, but she also begs from my grandmother for food and drinks.

It would be fine if it were for her own mother, but she’s not.

In fact, she’s her enemy.]

[Little auntie might never know who her real parents are until the day she dies.]

[Old Mrs.

Sun cries poverty in front of her, but she’s actually quite rich.

There are more than thirty yellow croakers hidden under the family’s kang bed, not to mention gold rings and bracelets.

And there’s even several thousand yuan in cash in her hands.

Under the guise of exploiting little auntie, the old lady leads a life of luxury.]

Sun Jinrong’s face turned as white as paper, her figure swayed, and she was steadied by Song Nian, who rushed to her side.

Song Nian hadn’t heard the beginning, but he caught the end.

His face was just as ugly.

[Indeed, little uncle and little aunt’s job was found by Old Mrs.

Sun, but she did so to use little aunt as a shield to live a good life in the city, and by the way, to exploit her.

To put it bluntly, little aunt is a huge victim!]

Sun Jinrong’s voice trembled, “Song Nian, this…

Little Nuan…!

!

!”

She was horrified to find she couldn’t finish her sentence.

Song Nian lowered his voice, “…We’ve just got married, and I told you about the Song family’s that…”

This scene fell into the eyes of the two siblings not far away, which meant that little auntie really did not welcome them.

Song Mingsheng rubbed his stomach.

The maltose didn’t relieve his hunger, and he felt his stomach sinking in.

Tears began to well up in his eyes immediately.

What a crybaby!

Song Yunuan couldn’t stick around any longer, no matter how thick-skinned she was.

She simply grabbed her younger brother’s hand.

“Let’s go find Grandpa at the fertilizer factory.”

Asheng: “What if Grandpa has gone back to the village?”

Song Yunuan, penniless: “Shall we stay with a thick face?”

“I heard grandma say once, when big brother came over, little auntie boldly lied to him, saying there was not a single grain of rice at home.

Later, it was little uncle who went out and borrowed a bowl of cornmeal to make dinner…”

Alright, there’s the iron rooster for you, proven.

Hmph, Old Mrs.

Sun will be the death of her.

[Little auntie was sold to Shanwa Village, and it was her own fault, she deserved it.

But Huzi is innocent.

Eight-year-old Huzi had his hands and legs broken by Old Mrs.

Sun, and his throat poisoned so he couldn’t speak, forcing Sun Dazhuang to lead him around like a little dog begging on the streets.]

Thinking of this, Song Yunuan narrowed her eyes.

In the book, the little aunt had her voice poisoned, could it be Old Mrs.

Sun’s doings?

This person in society is nothing but a swindler, so it’s certain she has all kinds of messy drugs at hand.

Sun Jinrong, still trying to digest all of this, wished she could explode on the spot.

Could this really be the predicted future?

If so, she would kill the old woman!

The sight of Sun Jinrong’s distorted rage made Song Yunuan anxiously grab her brother’s hand, whispering softly, “Let’s go, we’ll head back to the village.”

Asheng with a bitter expression: “How are we going to go back?”

“Walk back.”

“Sis, I can’t walk.”

“I’ll carry you.”

“Sis, let’s just go to the police station and ask the police uncles to take us home.”

Song Yunuan considered it for a moment, that could work.

No need to buy a ticket then.

At this moment, Sun Jinrong, ignoring Song Nian’s attempts to dissuade her, insisted on going back to check.

Song Nian was profoundly shaken.

Huzi was his son, and learning about his plight hurt him a million times more than if he had been hurt himself!

Even if it hadn’t happened yet, he would never let the Sun family mother and son get away with it!