The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

Chapter 341 At best, she's just a widow

"What's wrong, butler? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Madam, the workshop! Something's happened at the workshop!"

"What's wrong with the workshop?" What's going on? One wave after another, it's never going to stop, is it?

The housekeeper wanted to slap himself so hard he couldn't even speak clearly. Was he about to retire?

"No, Madam, it's...it's Song...Sister Song..."

Bah! How dare he call Song Xiaogu?

"What happened to Auntie? Did Boss Su go to see her?" If he dared, she'd cripple him. Hurry up and tell me, oh my god, you're driving me crazy!

The housekeeper shook her head. "Her husband is here!"

What the hell!

"He's currently arguing with her in the workshop, demanding to stay at her house and asking for money."

Holy crap!

How is he still alive? How is he still alive? No, how did he find us? My aunt hasn't even been back to Wangjia Village once in all these years. Which bastard betrayed us?

When did the man surnamed Wang return to the village?

Even an upright official finds it difficult to settle family disputes. The fact that the younger sister-in-law and that scumbag are still husband and wife makes things very complicated.

"We must not let him hurt my aunt."

"This old servant knows, everyone below is watching!" The steward was also at a loss. The man was obviously not a good person. As soon as he entered the door, he grabbed someone and slapped them twice. The people below said that the Fourth Miss's face immediately swelled up.

That's outrageous!

Fang Xiaoning rubbed her throbbing forehead, handed the child to the nanny, and ran off to find Song Feng.

"Brother Feng! Something's happened to my aunt!"

Song Feng immediately stood up, "What's wrong, Aunt?"

"Her husband is back, and he's causing a ruckus in the workshop!"

Who the hell is so despicable as to sneak in and report on others, unable to bear seeing them do well? Who is it?

Song Feng couldn't believe it. "That guy surnamed Wang is back? He's not dead?"

"No, he's perfectly healthy and lively. He said that as soon as he saw his aunt, he slapped her twice without saying a word, and her face was swollen from the slaps."

"He's looking for death!"

Song Feng immediately rushed out. "Bastard, beating his own family on his turf, does he really think he's dead?"

Fang Xiaoning also felt that this kind of scumbag should not be treated politely, and that a domestic abuser should not be kept.

When the two arrived at the workshop, the man surnamed Wang was still cursing, and he had already been taken into custody by his men. Song Xiaogu was in tears, and both sides of her face were red and swollen. A large group of onlookers were talking about something. In short, the scene was quite lively.

"You all go back to work first."

Fang Xiaoning particularly disliked those who only knew how to watch at this time. Didn't they know how uncomfortable their whispers were making the person involved?

Upon seeing that both owners had arrived, the crowd quickly dispersed.

"Auntie, are you alright?"

Song Chunni shook her head.

What to do? This bastard has come knocking on her door; getting rid of him is harder than climbing to heaven. Why is she so unlucky? Why doesn't he just die out there?

No, it's one thing for him to come back and torment her, but she has two children to raise. She absolutely cannot let him continue to abuse the children.

"This isn't the place to talk. Let's go to my house." Fang Xiaoning looked at her aunt's face and felt very sorry for her.

"it is good."

Regardless of what the man surnamed Wang meant, his opinion was disregarded, and his men took him to the Song family.

When Wang Yitong saw Song Feng, he was actually timid. The workshop owner, a scholar, was someone Wang Yitong could never have befriended in his entire life, yet now he was Song Feng's relative. From the moment he saw Song Feng, from the moment Song Feng glared at him, he dared not make a sound.

Fear is an instinctive fear and apprehension that the poor have towards the powerful and wealthy. Even if they know that the powerful and wealthy cannot and dare not do anything to them, they are still terrified.

The main hall of the Song family.

"You hit my aunt?"

Song Chunni sat in a chair, and Fang Xiaoning called for a servant to bring over eggs so she could apply a face mask for her aunt.

Wang Yitong stood in the center of the main room, with two guards beside him, looking like a prisoner.

He stood in the main room, looking at the luxurious furniture and the large courtyard he had seen on his way here, and then at his own tattered clothes. He instinctively felt ashamed and dared not look directly at the person sitting in the main seat.

He regretted it; he regretted hitting Song Chunni the moment they met. If he was going to hit her, he should have done it when they were alone together.

He was so angry that he saw this slut laughing and chatting with others from afar, flirting with them, and dressed up in a flamboyant manner.

I took another careful look at Song Chunni. This woman hadn't aged at all over the years; in fact, she'd become even more beautiful. Was she wearing silk? Was she adorned with gold in her hair and hands?

It seems the scholar really values ​​her and treats her very well. As her husband, isn't he...?

Wang Yitong started to have some wild thoughts.

"I'm asking you why you hit my aunt?" Song Feng emphasized, glaring at him sharply.

Wang Yitong immediately snapped back to reality, "I saw her chatting happily with a man. She...she...she's not a virtuous woman. I got angry and couldn't hold back."

"You couldn't hold back? You've been away from home for years. So what if your aunt remarried? It's none of your business."

"I am her husband!" Wang Yitong's biggest trump card right now is that he is Song Chunni's husband.

"Husband, a nominal husband who hasn't returned home for nearly ten years? You may not know, but according to the laws of this dynasty, anyone who has been missing for six years shall be sentenced to death. My sister-in-law, at most she's just a widow, where did this husband come from?"