The fat wife is rebellious: she was spoiled by the group on the way to escape famine

"Hey, auntie, could you please stop pretending? Even if there's mud under Sister Jin He's feet, it's probably much cleaner than the expressions on some people's faces!"

She made no secret of her contempt for Zhang Xiuqin's words and actions.

After hearing this, Zhang Xiuqin was almost furious, but she tried hard to control her emotions and secretly vowed to "repay" this little girl who didn't know how to respect others in the future.

But on the surface, she still tried her best to maintain a smiling attitude and responded: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, we really have an indissoluble bond! Third Aunt, look at this red dress. It really suits my third child..."

Such hypocritical and flattering words certainly failed to arouse Jiang Jinhe's interest at all, but instead caused a burst of sneers.

"Whether it looks good or not is up to me to decide! With a natural beauty like this girl, I can perfectly carry off any kind of clothing, do you understand? Don't you think so, my dear~" Jiang Jinhe turned to the man beside her and asked with a sweet smile, revealing infinite attachment in her words.

"Yeah, Jinhe is right."

Song Wenqin looked at his wife in front of him with tender eyes and echoed gently.

When such a warm and sweet scene appeared in front of everyone, almost everyone present was infected and smiled.

Especially after seeing this scene, Aunt Song and Uncle Song exchanged glances, and their eyes seemed to convey the same message: It seems that our son had a very happy wedding night last night!

However, for those who were also there but were unable to share in the happy and joyful atmosphere, it was a completely different feeling.

Zhang Xiuqin watched the intimate interaction between the couple and felt a wave of sadness in her heart.

Looking back, Song Wenxiao had shown her this kind of care and concern before; but now...

Thinking of these past events made her heart ache.

So he secretly glanced up at Song Wenxiao, who stood quietly beside him with his eyes lowered, appearing particularly taciturn. Suddenly, a complex and bitter emotion welled up in his heart - a mixture of dissatisfaction and jealousy...

But at this critical moment, Old Madam Song still wanted to add fuel to the fire...

"Zhang Xiuqin, if you have nothing to do, go home first! Your parents' family must be in need of help! Look, I just came back from the city, and the things I bought are still waiting to be sorted out, so you can go first!"

After saying that, Zhang Xiuqin felt the obvious perfunctory and anxious tone in the other party's voice. She knew that this meant that she should leave quickly.

After saying that, she turned around and called Jiang Jinhe over.

"Jinhe, come quickly and see what good things mother brought you!"

"Mom saw a nice dress and thought it would be a perfect fit for you, so I bought it straight away. Try it on and see how it goes. Mom wants to see how beautiful it looks on my daughter!"

"And this pair of shoes is specially made for you. Check to see if they fit. If not, I'll take you to change them."

The other person's eyes were full of anticipation, as if these shoes carried all her good wishes for Jiang Jinhe.

"Didn't you tell me before that you wanted to eat steamed buns and meat patties? I've been thinking about you. This time I went to the city and bought 50 kilograms of flour and 10 kilograms of fresh pork. I'm going to make them for you tonight to satisfy your cravings. How about it? Aren't you happy?"

At this point, the man showed a kind smile on his face.

It’s Jinhe again, Jinhe, it’s always Jiang Jinhe!

Every word was like a sharp knife stabbing into her heart, which made Zhang Xiuqin feel extremely humiliated. Her hand holding the torn corner of the clothes was trembling slightly. The faded and torn fabric looked even more ironic at this moment. Her face turned ashen and she almost exploded and rushed over to snatch those so-called "gifts".

Just as she was about to step forward to take a closer look at those things, Song Yuyu rudely pushed her, almost falling to the ground. "What do you want to do? Are you trying to steal the goodies my third sister-in-law brought back from the city again, just like last time?"

The sound of the rain was sharp and piercing, like needles piercing her ears.

"Rain, rain..."

Before Zhang Xiuqin could explain, the other party quickly picked up a bucket of cold water and poured it all over her with a "splash". The cold liquid penetrated into her heart through the soles of her shoes that had already been worn out, making her already miserable state even more unbearable.

"Get out of my way, I'm sweeping the floor!"

Song Wenqin then declared in cold words, and then another basin of cold water poured down. If he had not dodged in time, his whole body would probably be soaked at this moment.

Next to her, the woman named Song Yuyu was still waving her arms to drive her away, her movements as rude and impolite as if she was driving away a dirty stray dog ​​that had broken into the house.

Just like that, amidst the noise and sarcasm, Zhang Xiuqin had to flee this place in disgrace - a place that she once regarded as half of her home.

There were bursts of laughter and discussions behind her, which made the sensitive Zhang Xiuqin mistakenly think that she had become one of their laughing stocks.

She hurriedly turned her head to look over there, but found that she was not present in this small gathering at all; everyone was gathered around the backpack full of novelties, admiring and selecting the various exquisite items inside. No one noticed the small conflict that had just happened or noticed the figure who left in a dejected manner.

Even Song Wenxiao, the man who had made countless sweet promises to her, did not respond at all when Zhang Xiuqin left sadly, let alone any so-called concern or greetings or any expression of reluctance!

An unprecedented anger, accompanied by a deep sense of frustration, burned in his chest, eventually turning into a gnashing of teeth and a vow.

Walking up to a large tree, she raised her foot and fiercely kicked the trunk to vent her inner anger: "You guys, just wait and see!"

Jiang Jinhe, Song Yuyu, Song Wenqin and the mean old woman, each name left a mark in my heart.

"Next time we meet, I will make them all kneel down at my feet and beg for forgiveness."

From this moment on, this firm idea was like a seed buried deep in my heart, gradually taking root and sprouting, waiting for the right time to grow vigorously until it blossoms and bears fruit.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"You're not worth mentioning anyway! You're nothing more than ants worshipped under my feet! When the time comes, someone will naturally teach you what true sorrow and despair are!"

At this moment, in the main house of the Song family, the whole family was busy counting the money they earned from signing up for the kang head making course.

"Third sister-in-law, we harvested a total of 305 taels of silver! What an astonishing number!"