Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Song Fusheng occupied the bedroom in the main house, ignoring the scrambling and arguing of others. He sat in the main hall smoking his pipe, occasionally raising his eyelids to glance at Song Ruier, creating a kind of standoff.

It looked just like a grandfather looking after his grandson.

Song Ruier sneered inwardly. He's not even his biological grandfather, so who is he putting on this act for?

However, he is now entangled with this family. If he insists on going against them, they will not let him off easily and will instead delay his upcoming imperial examination.

There's plenty of time ahead. He can't do anything to a bunch of bumpkins like them, can he?

Song Ruier walked to Song Fusheng's side and reluctantly sighed.

“You insist that I settle you down. Since you have nowhere to stay, I can’t let you wander the streets. Consider it an act of kindness.”

Song Fusheng glanced at him again and said in an emphasizing tone.

“I am your great-uncle. Your grandfather is dead, so I am your biological grandfather. They are all your family.”

"Now that the whole family has arrived in the capital, we need a place to stay. As a descendant of the Song family, you would not exist without the Song family. You are about to rise to prominence and will have to take responsibility for the whole family. Everyone is counting on you."

"It's a good time to find a wealthy family for your cousin. Work hard for another 10 or 20 years to pave the way for your nephews and nieces. You have a lot to do."

Song Ruier felt a chill run through her heart upon hearing this.

These are a group of leeches, trying to attach themselves to him and suck his blood. How could he let them have their way?

If he can't make them become leeches clinging to Qiao Lian'er, then he'll end them himself.

"I also have my own difficulties," Song Ruier said, her face showing embarrassment.

"Hmph, as long as you're not trying to shirk responsibility, if you really have any difficulties, as long as you take care of your whole family, everyone will share the burden with you," Song Fusheng said.

Song Ruier lowered her voice: "I cannot acknowledge the Song family for the time being, at least not openly, so that many people will know about this. Because I used Pang You's identity to pass the imperial examinations and become a tribute student. If people find out that I used a false identity, they may say that I intentionally deceived the court and the emperor, and they may strip me of my academic honors."

"Therefore, I will make arrangements for everyone, and I hope that everyone will consider my situation. Once I embark on a smooth path, I will definitely not let everyone down. Otherwise, if my future is ruined, everyone will suffer as well."

Song Ruier spoke these words very solemnly.

Song Fusheng thought it over carefully and said, "Okay, we'll do it your way."

“How can words be taken as evidence?”

Song Dujuan came out of the gate; it turned out she had been hiding behind the door, eavesdropping.

“We can keep your identity secret, but you have to give us a guarantee. In the guarantee, you have to say that you are the real Song Ruier and that you will bring good fortune to the Song family. If you can’t do that, we will make the guarantee public.”

Song Ruier glared at her: "Since you need me, you have to trust me. Why do we, as a family, have to sign a guarantee? That's too hurtful to our relationship."

Song Dujuan smiled and said, "We've lost our farmland and homestead back home. We have no way out and can only rely on my cousin. What he said just now may have come from the heart, but who can guarantee what will happen in the future? There's a whole family to feed, so many mouths to feed. It's better to be on the safe side."

She believed that Song Ruier had no conscience at all and didn't really want to take responsibility for them.

Otherwise, he would have recognized them from the beginning, but instead led them towards Qiao Lian'er, keeping his own identity well hidden. Even now, he has not explicitly admitted that he is Song Rui'er.

For someone like that, you have to have him firmly under your control so that he can't back out later.

Song Fusheng nodded as he listened to Song Dujuan's words.

“That makes sense, Rui’er. To show your sincerity, you should write a guarantee. That way, everyone will feel at ease.”

Song Ruier frowned: "These kinds of things should be based on mutual trust. Writing a guarantee makes it seem like you're forcing me."

“Cousin, we’re all family, no need for formalities. We didn’t force you. If you truly wanted to support us, a simple guarantee would have been enough. Why wouldn’t you write it? You won’t even put everyone’s minds at ease?” Song Dujuan said, shaking her head.

Immediately afterwards, Song Guangtian, Song Guangdi, and other members of the Song family gathered around, all clamoring for Song Ruier to write a guarantee.

Song Ruier's face was extremely ugly.

He regretted it deeply; he shouldn't have provoked this family. Now, his attempt to steal a chicken had backfired, and he had brought trouble upon himself instead.

"Since you're all like this, there's nothing more to say. Please leave my yard. I have no obligation to take responsibility for you."

The Song family members' faces fell.

Song Dujuan laughed and leaned against the wall indifferently.

“Alright, let’s go to the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Personnel now, tell them the true identity of the tribute student Pang You, say that he has been cheating all along, that he did this to get rid of his family, that he is irresponsible, unfilial and unrighteous, and see if he will be removed from the list.”

Song Ruier felt a wave of dizziness, and her blood rushed to her head.

He clenched his fingers into his palms, using the pain to stay awake.

At this point, he had no choice but to write.

First, calm this family down; the dead can't speak.

He comforted himself with this thought.

On Song Ruier's pale face, she forced a smile, which looked even worse than crying.

"Okay, I'll write it. I promise you, we'll help each other."

With pen, ink, paper, and inkstone prepared, Song Ruier wrote down each word one by one. With each word he wrote, the hatred in his heart increased, until it reached its peak.

He will definitely take back the humiliation he has suffered today, tenfold.

He had originally planned to poison the whole family with a packet of medicine and end it all, but since they were pressuring him so much, he wouldn't let them die so easily.

Song Dujuan observed Song Ruier's expression and could sense the hatred and resentment beneath his compliance. She thought to herself, "Getting the guarantee isn't enough. I'll have to be careful in the future to avoid being retaliated against by this kid."

"It's written." Song Ruier picked up the guarantee: "Which of you can read?"

The Song family all looked at Song Dujuan.

In this family, Song Dujuan was literate because she had heard that Qiao Lian'er's extensive knowledge came from the village's free school and the town's private school. So, she imitated Qiao Lian'er's approach and, after several years of accumulation, mastered most of the commonly used characters.

Song Dujuan read the guarantee three times, found nothing wrong with it, and then put it away.

“We also need to make a promise,” she said.

Song Ruier's face twitched, and she tried to speak calmly, "Cousin, is there anything else?"

He squeezed each word out from between his teeth, and the veins on his forehead turned blue from the effort.