The Story of a Spoiled Daughter Raising a Husband

Tong Qian's eyes reddened, but she dared not let her tears fall. Upon hearing this, she lowered her head, looking aggrieved.

"It's not that Qian'er doesn't want to buy it, it's just that all the money in the house has been borrowed by my second brother," she said timidly.

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of the onlookers.

"That wretched hussy, how dare she tell everyone about this?" Mother Tong gritted her teeth in anger and reached out to pinch her.

Tong Qian subtly dodged to the side, and her mother's hand missed its mark.

If anyone had sympathized with the mother just moments before, the tide has now turned.

It seems they're using their married daughter to subsidize their son. That girl is so delicate and frail; she's stuck with a mother like that.

"This mother is so biased."

"That's right, they still insist on having that hairpin, and they even managed to make a cut."

The onlookers whispered among themselves, pointing and whispering in their direction from time to time.

Tong's mother glared fiercely at Tong Qian.

"If you can't afford it, give me back the hairpin," the vendor, already impatient, said directly upon seeing the situation.

The beautiful jade hairpin was ruined by this kind of person, and even the way they looked at the mother of the child was filled with disgust.

The hairpin is made of fine jade and has a clear, translucent body.

Now, the incongruous ornaments stuck in the mother's hair are truly an eyesore.

The mother was naturally reluctant to let go, so she stood there without moving. The vendor, having run out of patience, pulled at her head across the stall.

Just as the hand was about to pull out, Tong Qian suddenly lunged forward and fell headfirst into the ground.

The mother suddenly lost her balance and fell backward, the hairpin drawing an arc in the air before hitting the ground with a crisp sound.

"Crack." It shattered into tiny pieces.

A gasp of surprise erupted from the crowd!

The mother, rubbing her aching back, was still in shock.

"Mother, are you alright?" Tong Qian pressed down on her, almost suffocating her mother, her voice filled with concern.

“You…” The mother stared wide-eyed, crying out in pain as she was being pinched.

"But where are you hurt?" Tong Qian asked with concern.

The mother couldn't utter a sound for a long time; her facial features were all scrunched up together.

"You must pay me back for my hairpin!"

The vendor pushed through the crowd, his eyes bloodshot, and rushed over; those were goods he had invested a lot of money to get his hands on.

When Tong's mother saw the broken hairpin in his hand, she cried out "Ouch!" as if she was in great pain, clutching her lower back and writhing on the ground.

Tong Qian looked up blankly, not forgetting to remind her, "Mother, this hairpin is broken."

This good-for-nothing! Why bring up something you shouldn't be talking about!

The mother screamed in even more pain, and no longer had time to scold her.

Tong Qian wanted to help the person up, but she didn't have the patience to let them act so unreasonably.

With a flick of her hand, Tong Qian was pushed back a few steps.

Some people couldn't stand it, saying, "I think she's probably faking it; she still has the strength to push people."

"Exactly, I've seen plenty of people like that. They cause trouble and then try to deny everything."

The truth was exposed without any mercy, and when Tong's mother heard that she had to return the money, she was furious.

She looked up and spat, "Pah! He was the one who insisted on pulling it off me, how can he blame me?"

She spoke as if it were her own thing, and everyone scoffed at her.

Pushing aside two burly men in the crowd, the vendor put his hands on his hips and said, "Don't give me that nonsense. If you don't pay up today," he grabbed his waist knife and slammed it down on the stall with a snap.

The mother was terrified, staring blankly at the mark. She had always been a bully who preyed on the weak and feared the strong. She thought she could get away with it, but she hadn't expected to run into a tough opponent.

They immediately stopped wailing and didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Tong Qian covered her mouth with her hand, looking quite frightened. After a moment's thought, tears welled in her eyes. "Mother, don't be afraid. I'll go find Father. He'll definitely have a solution!"

"you!"

Upon hearing this, Tong's mother nearly fainted. If the old man found out, he would skin her alive. Before she could stop her, Tong Qian had already dashed out of the crowd and disappeared from sight.

Finished!

These two words were all that remained in the mother's heart.

Tong Qian wiped away her tears, waved to the two little beggars not far away, and counted out a few coins from her sleeve. "Do me a favor, and this money is yours."

The group huddled together, listening intently to her instructions.

This time, these cheap parents will have to suffer!

In the past, they would have let it go if they hadn't asked about her, but they were always scheming to drain her of her blood. Tong Qian was not a soft persimmon to be manipulated. They would slap her and then put on a smile and say that she deserved it.

Fresh air filled her nostrils, and Tong Qian leaned comfortably against the willow tree, stretching lazily.

Ji Xiuping walked over from a distance, stopped a few steps away, and hesitated for a long time before moving.

Tong Qian turned around and saw him standing there. "What's wrong?"

"Are you alright?" Ji Xiuping asked her, his eyes filled with concern.

Tong Qian pursed her lips. The news had spread fast enough; it was probably already in the village before she even got home.

She had nothing to be afraid of. After all, her reputation had already been ruined by those people, so how much worse could it get?

Even if things are bad, she will drag all these people down with her, one by one, and let them taste what it's like!

Tong Qian's belief is simple: I will not attack unless attacked, but if attacked, she will not let them get away with it!

She gave a cold smile, a glint of shrewdness flashing in her eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Ji Xiuping walked up to her, his concerned gaze sweeping over her. Seeing that there was nothing amiss, he felt a little relieved.

Not long after Tong Qian returned home, she sat on the edge of the bed and pondered her next plan. The teahouse and the theater were doing very well, so she could start planning for the film and television industry. This all-encompassing encyclopedia had been a great help to her.

Although she had invested in the teahouse and was considered one of the shareholders, it wasn't officially hers. If she wanted to achieve significant growth, she would still have to go out and run her own business.

Running a business, especially in a place like a teahouse where all sorts of people mingle, is not something that can be accomplished in just a few days.

Tong Qian knew that haste makes waste, so she decided to take her share of the profits first, like at the teahouse, and then consider the matter once she had enough money.

Right now, the priority is to promote this film and television series.

The drama troupe model has already made a name for itself in the town, and the level of acceptance it receives from the public is beyond Tong Qian's expectations.

Everyone gets tired of new things after a while, so it's always good to have a backup plan.

With the pen gently tapping her chin, Tong Qian's thoughts drifted away.

A sudden commotion in the courtyard interrupted her thoughts.

Tong Qian put down her pen and paper, glanced out through the open window, and saw the original owner's cheap parents.

They acted pretty quickly; she had only just arrived home when they showed up at her door. They probably rushed over directly from the town.

Tong Qian calmly withdrew her gaze and slowly walked out.

The wooden fence swayed precariously after being violently pushed open.

Tong's father was furious, his eyes red, as if he wanted to devour someone. He saw Tong Qian stride forward.

Upon hearing the commotion, Ji Xiuping rushed out and, seeing the situation, quickly pulled Tong Qian behind him, his face stern, "Father-in-law, what is the meaning of this?"

He was tall and slender, completely obscuring Tong Qian.

Tong Qian looked at his back and felt a warm current flow through her heart.