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

When his family disagreed, he began a hunger strike in protest and even threatened to commit suicide, using extreme means to express his determination.

Even so, Aunt Song did not immediately agree to their marriage proposal and still firmly rejected Song Mucheng's request.

However, strangely, at this time, a fortune teller suddenly came to the village. It was said that he was very effective and could recite the family tree of almost every villager.

The fortune teller predicted that Li Yue was pregnant with twins who would bring endless good luck to the Song family.

If they were not married into the family, this pair of future sons would bring good fortune to other families and would harm the Song family instead.

Although Aunt Song was skeptical at first, she finally agreed to the marriage after learning that Li Yue was pregnant with Song Mucheng's child.

"Third sister-in-law, you may not know that the woman, relying on the fact that she was pregnant with my second brother's child, was asking for a huge sum of money, demanding several hundred taels of silver as a condition."

"Since then, our family's money has become less and less, and life has become increasingly difficult."

"Luckily, she gave birth to twins for my second brother, which made the money worthwhile!"

Song Chunhua shook her head and sighed as she explained the whole story clearly.

Jiang Jinhe keenly noticed a key point while listening.

"You mean to say that Li Yue and her elder brother Li Cheng are not actually related by blood?"

"That's right, quite a few people in the village actually know about this!"

Song Chunhua seemed to say this casually, but Jiang Jinhe felt as if his mind was in a mess as if it had exploded.

If her memory served her right, when Mrs. Zhang scolded Li Yue today, she seemed to have mentioned her son becoming her son-in-law, and also mentioned the four of them living under the same roof...

If that's true, doesn't that mean...

Jiang Jinhe felt a buzzing in his head, and secretly decided in his heart that he must find a suitable opportunity to go to Mrs. Zhang's house to find out the truth.

At this time, Song Chunhua was still chattering about some old stories about the Song family. When she mentioned Song Wenqin, Jiang Jinhe suddenly remembered something.

When I asked Song Wenqin about Li Yue before, he was actually vague in his response.

Could it be that his memory is even worse than that of ten-year-old Song Chunhua?

After thinking about it carefully, Jiang Jinhe felt that Song Wenqin would not lie to her, so she asked another question.

"Chunhua, what was your third brother doing at that time? Did he know about these things?"

"As for him, I remember that Third Brother was often not at home at that time, so he probably doesn't know!"

"not at home?"

Jiang Jinhe became even more confused.

Logically speaking, Song Wenqin should have been around sixteen years old at that time, which was a good age to help his parents with housework.

How could he not be present at such an important event as his brother's wedding?

It seems that Song Wenqin also has many secrets waiting to be revealed.

The two of them walked slowly down the mountain towards home. When they reached the door, they saw Song Wenqin coming back.

Jiang Jinhe quickly put down the basket in her hand and ran towards Song Wenqin, completely forgetting that it contained precious eggs!

"Wen Qin!"

She opened her arms and was about to pounce on Song Wenqin. Just as she was about to hug him, she suddenly remembered that this was not a place for the two of them to be alone.

Even if they were a couple, it was not appropriate to be too intimate in front of so many people outside, so they quickly stopped.

"You're back?"

Her face turned a little red, and thinking of her impulsive behavior just now, she looked at Song Wenqin a little embarrassedly.

She actually wanted to kiss him.

Since coming here, the two have hardly been apart for such a long time.

I miss him a lot!

"Well, I'm back."

Song Wenqin's voice came from above her head, and then her waist tightened. He bent down and hugged her tightly.

"I missed you."

Jiang Jinhe was stunned for a moment.

Based on my own experience, at this moment I really felt the love in this man's heart.

If it wasn't a true expression, how could the usually cold Song Wenqin hug her like this in front of so many people.

"I miss you too."

A burst of laughter came from the yard behind me.

"Mom, come and see, my third brother is holding his sister-in-law!"

"Silly girl, stop looking."

"Mom, in the future I want to find someone who dares to hug me in public..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Hahaha..." Jiang Jinhe quickly broke free from Song Wenqin's arms, just in time to see Aunt Song picking up the broken eggs on the ground with a bowl.

"This……"

Aunt Song calmly poured out the broken egg and said with a smile, "Thanks to Jingjing, everyone is in for a treat today. I'll personally make egg pancakes and steamed egg custard for everyone, and I'll also make you some scrambled eggs to nourish your bodies..."

Jiang Jinhe's face was as red as a piece of cloth.

Since we are talking about nourishing the body, why should we just eat together? Why did we mention her and Song Wenqin?

During the meal, Song Chunhua excitedly talked about the scene of taking Jiang Jinhe to the mountain. The family ate with relish and listened attentively.

But only Song Wenqin had a bad expression on his face and hardly moved his chopsticks.

Jiang Jinhe thought he was angry with her because she suggested that Song Mucheng go out and live alone, and she felt very guilty.

When she returned to the room and was about to close the door, Song Wenqin squeezed in and hugged her.

A pair of somewhat rough hands moved up and down, as if carefully checking whether she was missing a piece of flesh. The touch made Jiang Jinhe feel nervous and confused.

In an instant, Jiang Jinhe's legs seemed to be drained of strength, and his whole body became limp. He asked in a trembling voice, "Wen Qin, what are you doing?"

Her voice sounded like the last note of a musical instrument before it broke, and her eyes were full of panic and anxiety, which made Song Wenqin's heart beat violently.

Looking at her pitiful appearance, he could no longer suppress the impulse in his heart, and could not help but lower his head and kiss her lips.

This hug was filled with such possessiveness that he almost wanted to suck her soul in.

He kissed her madly for a long time, and only loosened his grip a little when he noticed the little woman in his arms was struggling because of her rapid breathing.

But his mouth was still nibbling her earlobe, and a low voice came out from his throat: "Why aren't you listening, huh? Didn't I tell you not to go up the mountain?"

In fact, what Song Wenqin really wanted to say was that his life was good now and he didn't need to take the risk of using those abilities anymore, for fear of hurting himself or arousing suspicion from others.

But he felt that such words were too direct to say.

Jiang Jinhe, leaning in the man's arms, suddenly became much clearer and seemed to understand something.

"Are you worried about me?"

she asked in a low voice.

Hearing this, Song Wenqin immediately picked her up, held her on his body, and hugged her tighter.

Feeling the warmth from the other person's arms, Jiang Jinhe felt that her whole body was wrapped in this warmth, and a warm current rose in her heart.