Crossing Over to Yamada Love

Upon hearing her words, Mo Changhe stood up abruptly and said in a deep voice, "I am a man, I have responsibilities, but my responsibilities are for my family. People will talk behind my back? As long as my family isn't hurt, I'm not afraid of people talking behind my back!"

I, Mo Changhe, will not let my parents and wife suffer because of me. That would make me truly inhuman. Let me make this clear: you may be prettier and younger than my wife, but so what? My wife is kind-hearted and filial. She's suffered a lot with me, Mo Changhe. If I were to wrong her again, I'd rather die. If you really want to die, nothing we say will matter. Go ahead and do it. I, Mo Changhe, am not afraid of lawsuits or a ruined reputation.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu's tears fell again. She walked to Mo Changhe's side, took a breath, and said, "Husband, I'm content with what you've said. As long as everyone in the family is well, we don't care what others say. We'll all stay with you. Let people say I'm a jealous woman."

Mo Changhe tidied Qiu's hair, which had been messed up during her fight with Aunt Erdan. He also wiped away her tears and gave her a gentle smile.

Qian Yu'er was furious. How could such a good man not be hers? What did that shrew have that she didn't deserve him? She was unwilling to accept it. There wasn't a single normal person in this family. Should she continue to insist on this?

No! She wasn't willing to give up! She was going to gamble; she wouldn't admit defeat until the very last moment.

Qian Yu'er began to look around, wondering where she could bump into something that would scare people without killing them. She found a spot and started running towards it.

Huh? It's soft? What's going on?

She looked up in confusion, and standing before her was Mo Mei. The elegant eldest daughter of the Mo family, who always smiled gently at her whenever she taught her embroidery. She was now blocking her way, standing in front of the spot she had chosen. Was she helping her?

Qian Yu'er nodded to Mo Mei, then blinked and tears fell again. She sobbed, "Mei'er, why did you save me? Your father treated me like this, I'd rather be dead."

Mo Mei's face was frosty. After hearing Qian Yu'er's words, she spat and said fiercely, "Don't tarnish my name. Save you? You don't deserve it! I'm getting married next year. It's bad luck for you to die here and dirty my yard. If you want to die, get out and die. Nobody will stop you."

After Mo Mei finished speaking, she glared coldly at Qian Yu'er, then turned and went back to the Mo family.

Qian Yu'er stared in disbelief. Was this really the elegant Mo Mei? How could she look so different from the same person?

"Sister, you're so fast! I'm far from her, and I wouldn't have made it in time if I ran over. Thanks to you, otherwise she would have been covered in blood, which would have been so unlucky." Mo Lan gave Mo Mei a thumbs up.

"Well done, Mei'er." Madam Qin also praised her, saying that her daughter-in-law was really good. She was usually gentle and refined, but she was also decisive when things got tough.

"How dare you call such a vicious woman good? She treated me like this today, she'll never treat you, her mother-in-law, well in the future. You'll just have to wait and suffer!" Qian Yu'er was furious and no longer cared about pretending to be weak. She started to sow discord between Qin Shi and Mo Mei.

Qin stepped forward and stood in front of Qian Yu'er. She smiled coldly and said, "How could someone like you understand Mei'er's goodness? I think she's not decisive enough for someone like you. If it were me, I would have slapped you after I finished speaking and let's see if you can still pretend."

Upon hearing Qin's words, Qian Yu'er instinctively covered her face. She had been slapped by Mo Lan before, and she didn't want to be slapped again. No wonder their two families could become in-laws; they were all the same kind of people. They were all abnormal, barbarians. She couldn't be with them, or she would be killed by them sooner or later.

Qian Yu'er somewhat gave up on the idea of ​​joining the Mo family, but she was truly unwilling to leave like this. She had schemed for so long and suffered so much; she couldn't just let the Mo family go like this. Didn't they have money? If she couldn't enter their house, then she would accept their money. She couldn't leave empty-handed.

"Fine, since Brother Changhe doesn't care about me, I won't stay here. It's my bad luck, Qian Yu'er. I have no man and no money to rely on. How am I supposed to live from now on? Is God really going to cut off my path?" After saying this, Qian Yu'er covered her face with her sleeve and began to cry.

The Mo family members exchanged glances. Was she asking for money?

"Alas, wealth is gone, but peace remains," Mo Quan sighed, giving Wang a wink and signaling her to go and get the silver.

Seeing her grandmother about to get up, Mo Lan stepped forward and stood in front of Qian Yu'er, looking at her curiously. This woman's crying skills were absolutely top-notch; she could cry in the blink of an eye, tears streaming down her face—something she herself couldn't do.

"Don't you want to be my stepmother anymore?" Mo Lan asked Qian Yu'er with the curiosity of a child.

Ever since Qian Yu'er came from Mo Lan, she has been on guard, fearing that Mo Lan would hit her again.

“Your father doesn’t care about me. How can I shamelessly stay here? It’s better to leave,” Qian Yu’er said mournfully.

"So you want money?" Mo Lan continued to ask.

"No, I don't want the money, I just..."

Before Qian Yu'er could finish speaking, Mo Lan nodded knowingly and said, "Oh, you don't want the money? It seems our family has misunderstood. How about this, I'll have Brother Jun call Grandpa Liu's car. Since you're not very mobile, Grandpa Liu can take you home."

"Your husband's death anniversary is approaching, and it's not right for you to stay at our house. It's bad luck for us. We've heard that on death anniversaries, the deceased usually come back to visit their relatives, and we're all timid and afraid of that. You said we're all good people, so surely you wouldn't want to bring harm to us?"

After Mo Lan finished speaking, seeing that Qian Yu'er was about to speak, she quickly added, "If you don't speak, that means you agree. That's great, I knew you were a good person."

"Brother Jun, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and run to Grandpa Liu's house and ask him to come and pull Aunt Qian away." Mo Lan shouted to Qiu Xiaojun.

Qiu Xiaojun hurriedly responded and ran away.

“Grandpa, Grandma, Dad, Mom, this aunt has been staying with us for a few days. Her husband’s death anniversary is coming up, so we should do our part. Mom, hurry up and cut four catties of meat, prepare four kinds of vegetables and four kinds of snacks, and have the aunt take them back to her so she can pay her respects. It will be our way of showing our appreciation.”

Qiu glanced at Mo Lan and quickly agreed. As long as this matter was resolved, asking her to prepare these things was nothing. She finally felt relieved.

Qian Yu'er watched Mo Lan arrange all this; this wasn't what she wanted! She wanted money—meat, vegetables, pastries—and the whole thing had the number four in it, which sounded unpleasant. She didn't want that.

"Auntie, please don't mind. The word 'four' sounds like the word for 'four.' Since it's for worshipping the dead, it has to include the number 'four.' I didn't mean anything by it. Please don't overthink it," Mo Lan explained kindly.

How could I not mind? I mind it very much. Qian Yu'er opened her mouth to speak.

Mo Lan stepped forward and said to her in a low, sinister voice, "Qian Yu'er, know when to stop. If you push me too far, I won't even give you these things. If you really want to die, I'll end you with a dagger, right to your heart. I guarantee you won't feel a thing before you go to report to the King of Hell and reunite with your man. Don't doubt my words, I promise I'll kill you without having to pay for it with my life!"

Qian Yu'er stumbled back a few steps, staring at the girl in front of her with horrified eyes. Was this really a thirteen-year-old girl? She spoke such harsh words without batting an eye. No, she was smiling at her now. Her smile was undeniably beautiful, yet why did it feel so eerie? Was she like a ghost from the underworld, about to take her soul? No! No!

Qian Yu'er cried out and ran outside. Her legs weren't very nimble, and she fell to the ground after taking two steps. Mo Lan hurriedly went to help her up, saying, "Oh dear, Aunt Qian, slow down. The car hasn't come yet. Here, let me help you walk slowly."

"No, no, don't touch me! I don't need your help. Please let me go. I'll leave now, I'll leave now!" Qian Yu'er looked terrified. She wanted to live a good life; she didn't want to die.

"Don't be afraid, Auntie. I won't hurt you. Come on, let me help you," Mo Lan said loudly to Qian Yu'er.

She helped Qian Yu'er up and lowered her voice, saying, "After you leave, I'll send someone to watch you. If you do anything, I'll have someone kill you immediately and throw your body up the mountain to feed the wolves. You'd better behave yourself. If I hear you saying anything bad about my family, you'd better watch out, I'll cut out your tongue and make sure you can never speak again."

Upon hearing Mo Lan's words, Qian Yu'er instinctively covered her mouth. How terrifying! This girl was too terrifying! She must be an evil person reincarnated; she must be a demon. She had to stay far away from her.

Upon reaching the door, Qian Yu'er swayed unsteadily. She didn't want Mo Lan to come near her, but Mo Lan stood beside her with a smile, her hand gently supporting her. She didn't dare to push her away. Why didn't anyone else come forward? She didn't want Mo Lan in front of her.

It seemed as if God heard her prayers, for Old Liu drove up in his car.

As soon as Qian Yu'er saw the oxcart stop, she rushed to it. When she got there, she climbed on with both hands and feet, sat down, let out a long sigh of relief, and collapsed onto the cart like a limp rag.

Mo Lan took the meat and pastries from her mother and put them on the oxcart. As soon as she walked in, Qian Yu'er tensed up like a chicken with its feathers standing on end.

"Grandpa Liu, Aunt Qian insists on going back, saying that the next day is her husband's death anniversary. Seeing her sentiment, we really couldn't stop her, so we're asking you, Grandpa Liu, to take these back for her. These are a small token of our family's appreciation. Please give them to Aunt Qian's husband's family for us." Mo Lan ignored Qian Yu'er and smiled as she instructed Old Liu.

"Don't worry, Lanlan, Grandpa Liu will definitely handle this matter properly. Your family is very particular; the gift is really generous. You can all go back now; I'm leaving." Old Liu, unaware of the situation, praised Mo Lan, then tugged on the cow's rope and said to Qian Yu'er, "Girl, sit down; we're leaving."