Chapter 14: A Fight Breaks Out

Song Tiezi’s younger sister!

Song Yue!

That familiar face, that smile on her lips…

It sent chills down her spine, made her scalp tingle, and filled her with an overwhelming urge to turn and flee.

Yet, her feet felt like they had taken root, refusing to move.

“You…”

Song Yue caught the fear flickering in the woman’s eyes.

Her smile deepened. “Song Tiezi went to the textile factory to get his job assignment.”

“If you don’t go now, you won’t even have the chance to step through the Song family’s door.”

The woman’s expression changed instantly. “What do you mean?”

Song Yue’s voice was light and airy. “I mean, my dear stepmother doesn’t think much of you. She’s already found someone else for Song Tiezi—”

The woman’s face twisted in panic. “Where are they? At the textile factory now?”

“Mhm.”

“Thank you, little sister! Once I become your sister-in-law, I’ll definitely treat you well!”

After expressing her gratitude with barely contained excitement, the woman bolted toward the textile factory.

Watching her retreating figure, Song Yue chuckled softly. “Treat me well enough to sell me off again?”

…

Song Yue made her way to the textile factory too.

How could she possibly miss such an entertaining show?

She picked the best vantage point—somewhere with a clear view of the factory’s entrance but out of easy sight.

At the gate, aside from the striking figure in a bright red dress pacing anxiously, there was another figure dressed in white.

It was someone she had just seen the day before—He Jiao.

Red and white, anxious and poised, the contrast was stark.

Suddenly—

A commotion stirred within the factory.

Through the iron-barred gate, Song Yue saw two figures emerging from inside.

Her eyebrows twitched.

It was starting.

Just then, a half-grown boy happened to pass by.

Song Yue called out, “Hey, little brother.”

The boy stopped and turned to look at her. “?”

Song Yue grinned. “I’ll give you three cents—run an errand for me?”

The boy immediately became wary. “You’re not a swindler, are you?”

Song Yue: “…”

How did she look like a swindler? She had checked in the mirror—pure and harmless, with a bandage on her forehead, the perfect picture of a pitiful little girl.

Just as she was about to explain, the boy added, “But you’re so pretty… you probably aren’t.”

Tsk.

The kid had good taste.

Song Yue opened her mouth to speak, but the boy stuck out his hand. “Money first.”

Song Yue handed over the three cents.

The boy’s eyes lit up.

Three cents! That’s three ice pops!

He snatched the money up. “What’s the errand?”

Song Yue beckoned him closer.

The boy hesitated for a moment before stepping up to her.

Bending down, Song Yue whispered something in his ear.

When she was done, she smiled at him.

The boy nodded. “Got it.”

Song Yue reminded him, “Tell them to hurry. Otherwise, they’ll miss their chance.”

“Okay!”

The boy promised and dashed off like a shot.

Watching his small figure disappear, Song Yue’s lips curled in amusement.

That department wasn’t far—just a few minutes’ run.

Fifteen minutes, tops.

Back at the factory entrance…

The mother and son duo was almost at the gate. They seemed to be arguing.

Came excitedly for a job, only to find it had already been taken.

A slap to the face.

Of course, they’d argue.

To be safe, Song Yue shifted to a different spot—just in case that kid brought trouble back with him.

The moment she settled in—

The factory gate swung open.

Song Yue smiled.

The real show was about to begin.

—

Chen Yun saw Song Tiezi step out and instinctively called out, “Song—”

Before she could finish, the woman in the white dress dashed toward Song Tiezi.

“Tie-gege, how did it go?”

Chen Yun froze in place.

Song Tiezi saw He Jiao and quickly hid the gloom on his face.

Li Huijuan, seeing He Jiao approach, was startled. “Tiezi, who is she?”

He Jiao sweetly interrupted before he could answer.

“Auntie, I’m He Jiao. I’m dating Song Tiezi now.”

Dating?!

Chen Yun’s eyes widened.

This little slut was Song Tiezi’s girlfriend?!

Then what about her?!

Hadn’t Song Tiezi promised to marry her?

And now, out of nowhere, another woman?

No wonder Song Yue had said that if she arrived too late, she’d never make it into the Song family.

So this was what she meant!

Li Huijuan forced a smile. “Oh, so you’re—”

A sharp, grating scream cut through the air.

“SONG TIEZI!”

Song Tiezi flinched.

Looking up, he saw a figure in a red dress charging at him.

His mind went blank.

Why was this woman here?!

He Jiao and Li Huijuan followed his gaze.

When they saw Chen Yun—

Both felt a sinking dread.

“You liar!” Chen Yun roared. “You just use me and toss me aside, is that it?!”

Song Tiezi panicked.

He Jiao’s face went pale.

Li Huijuan was still struggling to process the situation.

Chen Yun’s gaze snapped to He Jiao.

With a furious shriek, she lunged.

“You shameless little slut! Of all the men to seduce, you had to pick mine?!”

“I’ll kill you today, you whore!”

“Ah!” He Jiao shrieked and scrambled behind Song Tiezi.

Song Tiezi instinctively raised his hand—

And slapped Chen Yun across the face.

“SMACK!”

The slap stunned her.

Clutching her cheek, she stared at Song Tiezi in disbelief.

Pain burned her face, tears welled in her eyes, but rage blazed in them.

“Song Tiezi… you actually hit me?!”

“You hit me for that whore?!”

“I gave you everything! I’ll kill you!”

Chen Yun, seething with rage, clawed at him.

Song Tiezi struggled to shield He Jiao while fending her off—

He was terrified that Chen Yun would blurt out things she shouldn’t.

A moment’s distraction—

And she scratched him.

Li Huijuan, seeing her son injured, snapped.

She lunged at Chen Yun, yanking her by the hair.

“You crazy bitch! How dare you hit my son?!”

Chen Yun kicked her away.

“Old hag, you wanna die?!”

Li Huijuan toppled over, dragging Chen Yun down with her.

Pinned on top of Li Huijuan, Chen Yun seized her chance—

She raked at her face and body with both hands.

Seeing his mother getting beaten, Song Tiezi lost it.

Roaring, he threw himself at Chen Yun.

“Bitch!”

He jumped in.

Watching from the sidelines, Song Yue thought Chen Yun would be overpowered.

But—

The woman fought like a mad dog.

Kicking, scratching, biting—

She held her own against both Song Tiezi and his mother.

He Jiao stood frozen, overwhelmed.

Song Yue thought she’d come to her senses and walk away.

But to her surprise—

He Jiao rolled up her sleeves and, in the sweetest voice, declared—

“Tie-gege, I’ll help you!”

Song Yue: …

For some reason, her face ached in secondhand embarrassment.

Birds of a feather.

Chen Yun, seeing He Jiao join in, lost it completely.

Eyes blazing red, she shrieked—

“Bitch! We die together!”

The four of them brawled at the textile factory entrance.

Passersby stopped to watch.

The factory guards, worried about their company’s reputation, rushed to call security.

Just as the gatekeeper stepped out—

A booming voice rang out.

“What’s going on here?!”