Abandoned daughter takes charge of the family, so rich that even the best people can't envy

Song Jinxiu didn't have time to think about it, and first looked at Qiu Sheng. The child had a slight scratch on his face, but his body seemed fine.

Only then did she feel relieved.

As long as he's okay.

Song Jinxiu breathed a sigh of relief and was then pulled by him to the back of the grave mound.

There was a person lying on the grave, and it was Zhang Bangchui.

Zhang Bangchui was covered in wounds, with blood on his head, his legs were crooked, and he was drowsy. He was worried about Qiu Sheng, so he kept holding on. But when he saw Jinxiu, his head tilted and he fainted.

"Wuwuwu, Uncle Bangchui, don't die, wuwuwu..."

Xiao Qiu Sheng threw himself on Zhang Bangchui and cried sadly, as if his father had died.

"He's not dead."

Yiming approached with a torch.

Song Jinxiu first checked the wound on Zhang Bangchui's head.

It looked like he was hit by a stone, and the blood had already coagulated.

Seeing him unconscious, Song Jinxiu felt a little nervous.

The scumbag father was injured in the head, and she was still paralyzed after treatment. I hope nothing happens to this stepfather again.

In order to ensure her stepmother's happiness in the rest of her life, Song Jinxiu gave him diluted spiritual dew to drink.

Save your life first, and consult a professional doctor for your injury.

"Sister, uncle won't die, right?"

Xiao Qiusheng grabbed Jinxiu's sleeve, very scared.

My uncle was injured while saving him.

"No, don't be afraid, it's okay." Song Jinxiu comforted Zhang Bangchui while adjusting his foot bones.

His ankle was sprained and badly swollen. He couldn't walk even after the bone was straightened, not to mention that he is still unconscious.

Yiming looked around and didn't see Song Erlang, so he asked, "Young Master, you are here, where is Song Erlang?"

"Oh! Sister, what should we do with our father?" When Xiao Qiu Sheng heard Song Erlang, he thought of something and grabbed Jinxiu's hand anxiously.

"Oh, you're calling me dad already? Don't worry, uncle won't die. Are you accepting me as your stepfather?"

In order to ease the atmosphere and reduce the psychological harm caused to Qiu Sheng, Song Jinxiu deliberately teased him in a light-hearted manner.

Xiao Qiusheng said anxiously, "It's our father. He and Erlangge got into a fight. Our father, not our uncle."

Song Jinxiu sensed something was wrong and quickly asked, "Are you talking about Song Sanzhu?"

Is there still a scumbag dad thing here?

"Yeah, yeah," Xiao Qiu Sheng nodded repeatedly.

Song Jinxiu frowned. Wasn't her scumbag father paralyzed? "Where is he?"

Song Qiusheng pointed to the southwest: "It's by the river, big sister, our father won't be beaten to death by Erlang brother?"

Song Jinxiu was increasingly puzzled. Qiu Sheng looked anxious, but he didn't seem to be lying. There was no reason for this child to lie.

But how is it possible?

A paralytic, he crawled here?

Or was it because last time I gave him water soaked with Bodhi leaves, it worked immediately and he got better right away?

The water soaked with Bodhi leaves is not so magical, right?

Song Jinxiu looked around. This was a cemetery. Could it be that the child was frightened?

When a child is scared, the first person he thinks of is his tall and strong father, right?

Unfortunately, my biological father is a scumbag.

This child is talking nonsense, oh, poor kid!

Seeing his elder sister looking around but showing no reaction, Xiao Qiusheng became even more anxious and said, "My father fought with Erlang to save me, so he asked my uncle to take me away first. Big sister, I'm scared..."

Song Jinxiu finally took it seriously, "Are you saying that Song Sanzhu is by the river now?"

"Yes, yes, elder sister, let Aunt Su save Dad."

In Xiao Qiu Sheng's eyes, Nanny Su is the most powerful person in the family.

Yiming asked, "Miss, can I go take a look?"

"No, you stay and watch them. I'll go."

Yiming was worried, and Song Jinxiu said, "We don't know what the situation is yet. I'm afraid Song Erlang will come back and attack. I'm relieved if you wait here.

Besides, Uncle Zinc and Uncle Calcium will be chasing us soon with their men, so when they get here, you should rush over to find me immediately."

Yiming was helpless: "Miss, I'll give you the torch."

"No, it's safer not to take it."

Yiming nodded. It was indeed safer, and the young lady's eyesight was also very good. She advised: "Be careful. Blow the whistle if there is any danger."

Song Jinxiu said she understood, patted Xiao Qiu Sheng on the head, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

By the Tongshui River, Song Sanzhu and Song Erlang both had bruised faces and noses.

At the beginning, Song Erlang was caught off guard and was beaten by Song Sanzhu.

Later, Song Sanzhu gradually fell into a disadvantage.

From a distance, Song Jinxiu saw two figures fighting by the Tongshui River.

Song Sanzhu lay on top of Song Erlang's legs, digging and pinching him. Song Erlang's legs were held, and he sat on the ground. His fists were weak, but he hit Song Sanzhu all over his body and head.

Song Jinxiu approached quietly. Hiding in the shadows, she heard the two people panting.

Song Sanzhu was exhausted, but he held Song Erlang tightly. He exerted force on his hands and hummed. Song Jinxiu listened for a while before she could hear clearly what he was humming: "I asked you to harm my son, I asked you to harm my son."

Song Jinxiu raised an eyebrow. Is this Song Sanzhu really doing this for Qiu Sheng? How bizarre.

While beating him, Song Erlang kept saying, "Your son? Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter. Third Uncle, ask them if they recognize you as their father?"

Song Sanzhu paused.

Song Erlang continued to mock him, "You paralytic, you're as spineless as your son. You can even divorce your own son, how dare you still live like this?"

Song Sanzhu groaned, "I don't have guts, but my son does. If my son dares to break off the relationship, do you dare?"

This time it was Song Erlang's turn to remain silent.

Song Jinxiu was even more speechless. She looked up at the starry sky and really couldn't understand. Could breaking off the engagement make her scumbag father so proud?

Song Erlang threw another punch, "What a guts! To tell you the truth, the big scar on Chunsheng's face was caused by me using a tree branch. He didn't even dare to fart."

Song Sanzhu: "I let him go, why not? I know you, you bastard, have bad intentions. You're jealous of my son's good looks. Since you're jealous of my son, I'll extort ten taels of silver from your father."

Song Jinxiu originally wanted to go over and help, but after hearing this, she really didn't want to go forward.

A scumbag father is still a scumbag father. He didn't support his son and beat Song Erlang, then extorted ten taels of silver from him and even told about it. Does he think this is glorious?

Song Jinxiu decided to wait and see.

I don’t know what’s been going on with the scumbag dad recently, but he’s acting out of character and speaking up for the siblings.

And this time, they even fought for Qiu Sheng.

But thinking about her father's previous behavior, Song Jinxiu began to suspect that this was another trick played by the Song family.

Is this because they are rich, and their scumbag father is using a trick of inflicting pain on them?

Thinking of this, Song Jinxiu simply hid in the shadows and watched the fun to see what other shocking news these two people could reveal.

"Uncle San, you're so shameless! You extorted ten taels from my father, then turned around and hooked up with Widow Sun. You're feeling pretty good, right? But do you know how many times Widow Sun has cheated on you?"

"You're talking nonsense. At least she hasn't done anything stupid since she followed me."

"Bah! You're still trying to flatter yourself! I'm afraid you don't even know that the baby in her belly isn't yours, right?"

"You, don't talk nonsense."

"I'm not kidding. Yesterday I heard Widow Sun say that the child might be Peddler Li's!"

The more Song Jinxiu listened, the more she felt that her scumbag father was green.

Song Sanzhu was so angry that one Buddha ascended to heaven and two Buddhas left their bodies.

How many fathers did this dear widow Sun find for her son?