Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 310 The Second Daughter of the Historical Fiction (5 pages)

Song Qin looked at Song Xianyin, who was crying incessantly, and felt extremely guilty.

She didn't expect that word to get out so quickly; she had already said she would go home and ask.

"He dares to talk nonsense, I'll tear his mouth apart tomorrow!"

Song Qin applied medicine to Song Xianyin's skin, sighing from time to time.

"Where have you been all day? Stop running around all the time."

"Where did I wander off to? I'm at school!"

Song Xianyin felt even more wronged after being wronged by Song Qin. She had been obediently staying at school, so why was her mother always like this?

Song Qin frowned immediately: "What do you mean, 'going to school'? Are you still in school?"

Song Xianyin nodded: "Yes, Mom, didn't you know I started school?"

Is it because her mother didn't know the start date of her school term, which is why she didn't give her tuition money back then?

Song Qin was stunned: "You can go to school without paying?"

"Mom, didn't you give the tuition to our teacher?" Song Xianyin asked, somewhat puzzled.

Song Qin stood up abruptly, her face ashen. She screamed, "You stole money from home to go to school?"

"Where did I steal money? You're accusing me again!" Song Xianyin stood up angrily and shouted, confronting her directly.

Song Qin was taken aback by Song Xianyin's self-righteous attitude, but her expression was still very unpleasant: "Then where did you get the money to go to school?"

She didn't give her any money.

"The teacher said you slipped it into her office and even wrote a note, okay?" Song Xianyin was furious.

After being yelled at by Song Xianyin, Song Qin's momentum subsided a bit. She was silent for a while and then said, "This is strange, I didn't give your teacher any money."

She looked at Lao Fu next to her, but Lao Fu didn't look at them. He was lying leisurely on the recliner with his eyes closed.

He never gets involved in these household chores.

Song Xianyin burst into tears, complaining as she cried, "You always scold me. You're so good to your brothers and sisters, but not to me at all."

"Why didn't you drown me back then? You didn't like me at all anyway..."

Song Xianyin cried her heart out.

Old Fu, afraid that passersby would hear, said with a dark face, "Alright, alright, can't you even accept a few words from your mother? Stop crying, or people will laugh at you."

He sipped his hot tea, but his words were chillingly cold: "If I had known I would give birth to something like this, I should have had your mother abort it. We all thought it was a boy, but we were wrong."

He frowned and looked at Song Xianyin: "You always compare yourself to your brother and sister, how obedient and sensible they are. Then look at yourself."

While crying, Song Xianyin said, "Do you think you're so great? You can't even do any work, and you still need a woman to support you. How do you think you're any better?"

"I'm better than you; at least I can wash my own clothes."

"Song Xianyin, how dare you speak to your father like that!" Song Qin was so angry that she wanted to slap her.

Song Xianyin dodged immediately; she had been beaten since she was a child, so her reflexes were very quick.

"You dare hit me? Song Qin, you sold your daughter! You human trafficker, you heartless bastard, you even sold your own daughter!"

"You and this guy surnamed Fu are just waiting for my dowry money, right?! Then you'll use my dowry money to buy a house for Fu Ci in the city. You're sexist, you're inhuman!"

"I raised you all these years, I've never let you lack food or clothing, and you're still cursing at me, huh? I'll beat you to death!" Song Qin picked up a broom and started hitting Song Xianyin.

Song Xianyin dodged and cursed at the same time, and Lao Fu's face grew darker and darker. Finally, he got so angry that he went straight into the room.

Fu Zhiyi was quietly doing her homework in her room, but the voices outside the door kept reaching her ears.

Her heart was pounding faster and faster. Her parents were actually planning to sell Song Xianyin. What about her...?

If Song Xianyin really was sold, will she be next?

Buying a house in the city costs so much money; selling Song Xianyin's property definitely wouldn't be enough.

Mother only listens to Father. She knows that Father has no feelings for his children. He is the stubborn one in the family.

Fu Zhiyi's hand holding the pen was trembling, and tears fell onto the homework paper.

What should we do...? Can she continue her studies...?

In the end, the two of them made a complete mess of the house.

"Mom, why did you hit me? In the end, you're the one who has to clean up the mess," Song Xianyin said breathlessly.

Song Qin cursed, "So what if I'm just venting my anger? Giving birth to an ungrateful wretch like you, my life is ruined!"

Song Xianyin snorted and turned to go into the room.

Ignoring Fu Zhiyi beside her, she sat on the bed and applied the medicine in front of the mirror.

The man used lethal force; some of the wounds on her face exposed flesh and blood, and Song Xianyin's eyes immediately turned red with pain.

Hearing Song Xianyin screaming in pain beside her, Fu Zhiyi couldn't help but look over.

Looking at Song Xianyin's face, she suddenly felt uncomfortable; the wounds on her face were really an eyesore.

Fu Zhiyi didn't say anything, but placed some things next to Song Xianyin.

Song Xianyin glanced at them and found that they were several small stones, about the size of a fingernail, and even had color.

"what is this?"

Fu Zhiyi lowered her head: "A classmate didn't want it anymore. He said it was a coloring pen, so he gave it to me."

Song Xianyin carefully applied the color, and sure enough, it had color. She no longer needed to look for those leaves.

"Why are you giving it to me when someone else gave it to you? I don't want it." Song Xianyin pushed it away.

"I don't draw, because drawing would take up my study time."

After saying that, Fu Zhiyi fell silent, and Song Xianyin also remained quiet.

The two slept back to back on the same bed that night, with a large gap in the middle that let in all the wind, making their backs feel a little chilly.

Song Xianyin moved over a bit, and only after feeling that the blanket in the middle was not empty did she comfortably close her eyes.

Song Qin couldn't sleep all night. She leaned against the wall, her tears soaking her pillow.

What the second son said today was like a knife to her heart, but she wasn't wrong either; she was selling her daughter.

But what could she do? Everyone goes through this. If she had to blame someone, she could only blame herself for being born into this kind of family.

Song Qin tried to stifle her voice, but her body trembled uncontrollably. Without hesitation, she carefully got out of bed.

If I wake him up, he'll definitely throw a tantrum again.

Song Qin went outside and cried softly. She didn't want things to turn out this way either. It was all because her family was so poor. If her family were rich, she definitely wouldn't have let Song Xianyin be with someone so young.

Lao Fu was her second man. Although he was in poor health, he would not hit her. Her previous man would beat her at the drop of a hat and was also involved with other women.

She already felt bad for Lao Fu, and now she has the nerve to tell him to forget about it?