Chapter 10

Song Qingwan walked home with a food basket, and Zhao Yuanshan followed closely behind her.

“Wanwan, please reconsider,” Zhao Yuanshan said with a pained expression, “Please!”

Song Qingwan was getting a headache from being pestered. She was about to cross the village’s busiest gossip intersection, and she didn’t want to be watched by the whole village again like she did yesterday.

The news about her and Lu Zheng yesterday was still hot. If gossip about her and Zhao Yuanshan started to spread again today, her family would probably be drowned in spit.

“Okay, if you have anything to say, let’s say it all at once!” Song Qingwan simply stopped and said.

Neither of them noticed that at the small intersection around the corner of the house next to them, two figures just stretched out their toes, but then stepped back and hid in time.

Zhao Yuanshan breathed rapidly, and said in a trembling voice: “Wanwan, I don’t dislike you, really!”

“Don’t marry that guy! He doesn’t even have a new house to live in, let alone a dowry!”

“Are you really willing to marry him and live with him in the cowshed? I don’t believe it!”

“What happened yesterday was definitely not what you wanted. Nothing happened, right? The reason you said you wanted to marry Lu Zheng was just a temporary solution. I understand you.”

Song Qingwan looked at him coldly and said faintly, “Anything else?”

Seeing that she was willing to listen, Zhao Yuanshan swallowed excitedly, his eyes began to shine, and he continued:

“I’ll marry you! Will you marry me?”

“I guarantee that the betrothal gift is no less than that of other girls in the village!”

“If you don’t believe me, let’s go get the marriage certificate after breakfast, and then go buy a bicycle, a watch, and so on in the afternoon…”

Song Qingwan took a deep breath and finally couldn’t help but raised her hand to interrupt, “Enough!”

Zhao Yuanshan was stunned and began to be unsure of what she meant.

“You are pestering me, is there anything else?” Song Qingwan tried to keep a straight face and said word by word.

Zhao Yuanshan shook his head blankly, “No more.”

Song Qingwan cleared her throat, looked into his eyes seriously and said:

“First of all, don’t call me Wanwan anymore. You can call me Song Qingwan, or Miss Song Er.”

Zhao Yuanshan’s heart trembled, and panic began to appear in his eyes. Things did not seem to be developing as he expected.

“Secondly, Lu Zheng and I have already obtained our marriage certificate. It happened yesterday afternoon.”

When Song Qingwan said this, her eyes were clear and sincere, and she did not avoid looking, staring at Zhao Yuanshan’s eyes.

For the first time, she saw breakdown and vulnerability in a man’s eyes.

However, as early as when Song Zhaodi decided to deceive her and replace herself, the relationship between the two had no room for recovery.

“I am already a married woman. This is not just talk, it is a matter of fact.”

Although Song Qingwan felt reluctant, she still pushed the last straw.

“So, Zhao Yuanshan, there’s no possibility between us. I will never marry you in this life.”

Zhao Yuanshan’s eyes were dead silent, without any light in them.

He turned around and staggered back, his whole body filled with loss.

But just after he walked a distance away, Song Qingwan couldn’t help but call out to him, “Zhao Yuanshan!”

The man’s back stiffened and he turned around stiffly, his face full of disbelief and a little hope. He even opened his mouth slightly, not daring to speak.

Unexpectedly, Song Qingwan just pointed to the ground beside her and said in a clear and pleasant voice: “You forgot your hoe!”

The last bit of starlight in the man’s eyes was completely extinguished in an instant.

He came back in a daze, picked up his hoe, and fled!

“Cough, cough!”

Song Qingwan was startled and looked towards the voice. “Who is it?”

As a result, he saw his father and a handsome, wheat-skinned, upright young man hiding awkwardly beside the wall.

Song Qingwan narrowed her eyes and looked the two of them up and down. She didn’t know how much of her conversation with Zhao Yuanshan just now they had heard.

Song Yinsheng avoided her gaze awkwardly, rubbing the corners of his clothes with his hands behind his back, “Well, let’s go home first.”

After saying that, he sighed and walked back.

“Brother~” Song Qingwan blinked and called softly.

Relying on her memory, Song Qingwan recognized the young man in front of her as her most promising brother, who was also a crazy sister-doting brother.

“Yeah.” Song Zhen smiled faintly and nodded.

He took the food basket from her hand with one hand and gently rubbed the top of her head with the other.

When he spoke again, his voice was already hoarse, “It’s all because brother wasn’t home, Wanwan was wronged.”

The father, daughter, brother and sister returned home and quickly finished their breakfast.

Apart from passing food to each other, the family of four was very silent.

Everyone knew very well that the Song family would have a tough battle to fight in the next half day.

In the blink of an eye, it was nine o’clock in the morning.

In the living room of the Song family, the white-haired and white-bearded Song clan leader sat high in the first seat, with the respected elders of Qingxi Village sitting on both sides.

The yard and outside the wall were also crowded with villagers who had heard the news and rushed over to watch the excitement.

“Our parents are still alive, why divide the family?” Patriarch Song glared and slammed the table, “Nonsense!”

Song Yinsheng and Song Zhen, father and son, who were sitting at the end of the hall, looked at each other quietly.

Song Zhen shook his head slightly at his father, indicating that he should not act rashly and should wait and see what happens.

Song Yinsheng was slightly stunned, and his clenched fists slowly loosened.

Song Qingwan sat next to her mother Jiang Chunlan, and couldn’t help but look at the eldest brother in front of her with admiration.

I didn’t expect that my brother Song Zhen could be so patient at such a young age!

In an occasion like today, unlike yesterday, the competition is not about who is more ruthless or who has the loudest voice, but about who can keep calm.

Things in the Song family have gotten to this point, and there is no other way to end it except to split up the family.

“Alas, I’m getting old and have been laughed at by the clan leader and everyone here.” Song Tieniu sighed in a fake manner and finally couldn’t help but speak first.

“Such a scandal has occurred in our family, and my rebellious son refuses to obey discipline. I am ashamed to face my ancestors.”

“Since the second branch wants to split up, then let’s just do it!”

Upon hearing this, Song Yinsheng clenched his fists again and his eyes turned red.

Just as he was about to stand up, everyone’s eyes turned to him, waiting to watch the fun.

Unexpectedly, Song Zhen, who was standing next to him, reached out his hand in time, tugged at Song Yinsheng’s sleeve, and whispered, “Dad, be patient for a while and listen to the arrangements of the clan leader first.”

“After we get through today, Mom and my sister will have a better life in the future.”

Song Zhen’s words hit the nail on the head and touched Song Yinsheng’s soft spot.

Song Yinsheng’s expression immediately changed, like a pufferfish slowly relaxing. “Okay.”

Clan leader Song naturally knew about what happened yesterday.

Hearing that Song Tieniu had no regard for his children’s reputation and openly mentioned it in front of so many outsiders, the Song clan leader’s face also turned red.

“Forget it. Children are debts. I don’t care about the details.” Patriarch Song said vaguely.

“Since you’ve all agreed to split up, just follow the process. Just don’t regret it in the future!”

Soon, it was time for the process that everyone was looking forward to: dividing the property.

When the family is divided, all assets will be laid out in the open.

There is a limit to the amount of land and houses, but what people are most looking forward to is the amount of food coupons, meat coupons, cloth coupons, and cash.

The villagers watching the excitement in the yard were already whispering, “I wonder how much wealth the Song family has?”

Someone who knew something about the inside story said bluntly:

“Is that even necessary?”

“The real kid from the second branch of the Song family is the only one among the younger generation who gets a salary! I’m afraid 600 yuan is not enough…”

After hearing this number, the people around couldn’t help but gasp, Oh my God!