Chapter Two: Injured and Hospitalized

When Wei Yao arrived home with the children, the Song family had not yet left. Song Dagui sat on the side, cheerfully smoking, while Chang Yongqin held Li Hua, gently wiping her mouth from time to time.

“Eat slowly, eat slowly. Your grandfather bought plenty of apples. Once you finish, your grandmother will peel some more for you.”

“You, you just spoil them too much. A family of debt collectors, never satisfied. This time, the money and vouchers sent by our eldest son are quite a lot. Later, have Liping bring some back to get them a couple of sets of clothes. The children are growing up; without a couple of decent outfits, how will they go out?”

Song Dagui’s smile faltered for a moment before he said slowly, “Old lady, let’s save a little this month. Let Xiao Wei use some cloth vouchers for Song Yang and Song Hui. Our eldest son hasn’t been back for a long time. If he sees his wife and kids wearing patched clothes, he’ll surely get upset. Besides, I promised Xiao Wei last month.”

As soon as Song Dagui spoke, Chang Yongqin immediately became displeased.

“Oh, so you’re good at caring for the kids now? Yangyang is still young; making clothes from cloth vouchers is fine anytime. Why must it be this month? What is Xiao Wei trying to do? Clearly opposing me. I want to make clothes for my grandchildren, but she uses Yangyang as an excuse. Don’t worry about it; I’ll handle this.”

“Mom, let it be. Who asked me to have such a hard fate? Widowed so young, no means to even get cloth vouchers for the kids’ clothes. If I can’t take care of them, it’s my fault. I don’t want the cloth vouchers my eldest brother sent. Just leave them for Yangyang. We’re just back for a visit; having some warm water to drink makes me satisfied enough.”

These words immediately swayed Song Dagui’s originally wavering heart. His daughter’s life was hard, raising three children alone and struggling. It was just cloth vouchers; if they were used up this month, the eldest son would send more next month. Yangyang was still young; clothes could wait.

“Daughter, don’t say that next time. If I didn't care about you, would I tell your mother to help you out regularly? Look, whatever good things we have at home are only prepared when you come with the kids. Here, take these cloth vouchers. Yongqin, take twenty from my salary and have Liping make a couple of outfits. Even though she’s widowed, life must go on. Maybe in a couple of years, she can find someone else.”

Chang Yongqin raised her hand to punch him playfully, pretending to scold, “You, you really don’t know how expensive daily life is. You just give your daughter so much money. How can we manage? If our eldest daughter-in-law finds out, she’ll surely flip!”

“She wouldn’t. That’s our own daughter. Song Mingrui has watched her grow up. Can he stand to see Liping suffer?”

Those words were heartfelt. Song Liping pursed her lips, hesitating, then reluctantly accepted the twenty yuan and a stack of vouchers after several tugs and shoves.

Song Dagui tapped his old dry tobacco on the table leg and said, “Liping, remember this: no matter what, your eldest brother and you are siblings. What’s his is yours. He should support you all his life. Outsiders are always outsiders; they’re not blood relatives. We are true family.”

Outside, Wei Yao shook her head as she listened, a deep sadness rising in her heart. How blind had she been in her past life, working herself to exhaustion for the Song family? Burning the midnight oil, serving as their beast of burden, while they drained her dry.

“Mom!”

Wei Yao’s gnashing hatred snapped back to reality at Song Yang’s call. She was back and still had a chance. Composing herself, she revealed a corner of the package she’d bought and hurried inside with Song Yang.

The moment the Song family saw her, their smiles faded. Chang Yongqin frowned and called out to her, but seeing she ignored them, stopped talking.

Song Liping found it strange. Wei Yao wasn’t crying or making a fuss, which was unlike her. Especially since she seemed to be holding a package wrapped in oiled paper.

As Wei Yao put down Song Hui and took out a sponge cake for Song Yang from her bag, the door was suddenly pushed open by Song Liping.

“Well, I wondered why you weren’t making a scene today. Turns out you’re here to eat alone. Good heavens, I’m still the Song family’s aunt. Coming home to visit and being so guarded against—listen, Wei Yao, I have some pride. You don’t have to hide your food from me. I’m not interested in a few scraps like that.”

“You’re not interested, yet you come every day to freeload. Your three children are eating till their mouths drip oil, while you lock my children in a room to starve. So what? Li Ying, Li Hua, and Li Chun are the Song family’s grandchildren by marriage, but my Song Yang and Song Hui are the real grandchildren. Never seen such favoritism—pampering the grandchildren-in-law and worshipping the daughter’s dirty feet every day.”

“Wei Yao, if you say one more word against my parents, I’ll tear your mouth apart.”

As soon as Song Liping said this, Li Ying charged in like a cannonball and collided with Wei Yao’s belly. Wei Yao staggered back a few steps and, seizing the moment, hit her head on the corner of the table.

Seeing Wei Yao fall, Li Ying grew even more arrogant and called Li Hua and Li Chun. The three children kicked at Wei Yao, with Li Chun kicking several times before pushing Song Yang, snatching the sponge cake, and stuffing it into her mouth.

The room erupted into chaos.

Song Liping paused for a moment, tugged a few times, and when she couldn’t pull them apart, gave in to the children’s antics. Chang Yongqin pretended not to notice. Song Dagui sat in the main hall for a while; seeing the commotion wouldn’t stop, he hurried inside.

That was when things went terribly wrong. Wei Yao had already fainted, blood seeping from her head. He shouted in alarm, rushed out to call for help, and took Wei Yao to the hospital.

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