The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

Chapter 342 Are you going to imprison me?

Wang Yitong retorted, "I'm still alive! I'm still alive!"

Song Feng glanced at him sideways, thinking he'd be better off dead. This was a tricky situation!

"When did you return to Wangjia Village? Who told you that your aunt was working in the workshop?" Fang Xiaoning went straight to the point.

Song Chunni's mind cleared up. Yes, why did this beast suddenly come? Why didn't he go to the Song family but went straight to the workshop?

Wang Yitong's eyes flickered slightly. How did this woman know that someone had told him? But that person also said to pretend that he had never met him and not to mention it to anyone else.

Most importantly, he genuinely didn't know who this person was. He had never seen him before and didn't recognize him.

Wang Yitong kept quiet. He knew the other party hadn't lied to him; they had come all this way to inform him of such an important matter, and their only request was that he not betray them. He was a man of honor.

Seeing that he refused to speak, Song Feng gave a wink to the guard beside him.

"what!"

Wang Yitong clutched his chest, wincing in pain from the two sudden punches. "You...you dare to hit me?"

"So what if I hit you? Believe me, if you keep being stubborn, you'll never leave this room for the rest of your life."

Fang Xiaoning suppressed a laugh. Song Feng's threats were nowhere near as ruthless as her father's. If all else failed, she would call her father to interrogate him.

However, Wang Yitong was still frightened. He was a coward, and he would blurt out anything if he was scared.

"I went back to Wangjia Village two years ago. After I got back, I didn't see Song Chunni. I asked the people in our village, but they didn't know either."

All I know is that the mother and her children disappeared one winter. They had a very hard life in the past few years. They may have frozen to death while looking for food in the winter, or they may have been eaten by wild animals.

I thought they were really dead, so I didn't come to the Song family to look for them. Just a while ago, someone came to our village and told me they weren't dead and were doing well in Zaoshu Village. I didn't believe it; I thought he was playing a trick on me. A couple of days ago, that person came to my door again, urging me to come and see for myself, saying there would definitely be a surprise.

He even said Chunni had become rich while he was still eating chaff in the village, and that he should hurry over and enjoy the good life with her. He just wanted to see if she had really gone back to her parents' home. If she was, it would be nice to bring her home to cook for him and help him clear land. He remembered that woman was very capable.

He never imagined that Song Chunni could become rich. He knew the Song family's true colors all too well; they never treated his wife like a human being. Otherwise, he and his mother wouldn't have dared to bully her like this.

But to his surprise, this woman actually made a fortune. No one could have predicted it; he saw it with his own eyes.

"Chunni, where are our son and daughter?"

Song Chunni immediately erupted, "Wang Yitong, you've already messed with me enough, now you want to mess with my son and daughter too? Let me tell you, if you dare to cause them any trouble, I'll fight you to the death!"

"You're asking for it again, aren't you? I'm their biological father, so what? Now you have a rich new dad and you look down on your poor biological father, huh? If they dare, I'll break their legs! By the way, who's your lover? Is it the one you saw today? Break him off right now..."

Song Chunni trembled with anger. "Bastard! Beast! The more you talk, the less human you are, and the more outrageous you become!"

"Shut up, mother!"

Fang Xiaoning was exasperated. Shouldn't the most important thing right now be investigating the person who sent the message? What were those two arguing about? Her aunt must be out of her mind from anger.

She grabbed her aunt, who was about to rush up and fight Wang Yitong, and said, "Aunt, don't be impulsive. He's just a piece of junk. We can deal with him anytime. There are so many people in our family. We can't let him bother Dayong and Xiaolian."

Even though she said that, she wasn't sure herself. After all, he was her own father, and filial piety was paramount in this world. It would have been better if Wang Yitong had died.

Song Chunni sat down, her chest heaving violently, clearly very angry.

Song Feng stared at the scoundrel, "Who exactly sent you to find your aunt?" This person is nothing to fear; the truly wicked one is the person behind them.

He suspected that the Su family members were also hired by that person. This person knew their family affairs very well; there was no need to investigate further—they were undoubtedly from Zaoshu Village. But who was it? Who hated them so much?

Old Song's family?

"How would I know? I don't know him. I've only met him twice, and both times he was the one who contacted me."

"If we meet again, will you recognize him?"

"I don't know." Wang Yitong's eyes flickered. He would never betray the brothers who helped him, otherwise how would he survive in the future?

Song Feng laughed. It's alright if he doesn't talk; he'll confess if you scare him a little. He'd finally discovered Wang Yitong's good points—he had a bit of a江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of outlaws and江湖义气, a code of honor among江湖义气) spirit. Maybe he spent his years as a hoodlum.

"This matter is not over yet. Until we find the person who is looking for you, we can only ask you to stay here for a few more days."

"You're going to imprison me?"

"Uncle-in-law, you're exaggerating. We're relatives, after all. How can you call it imprisonment? It's just that we've invited you to stay for a few days. Butler, arrange a room for him and have guards at the door."

"Yes!"

With a wave of his hand, Song Feng stunned Wang Yitong, and two guards took him away.

"Let me go, let me go!"

“Too noisy!”

His mouth was immediately stuffed with a piece of cloth.

Wang Yitong struggled desperately, but the guards dragged him along like a dead dog, following the steward.