Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 386 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 81

With no moon in the sky, the already dim road appeared even darker.

"What exactly do you want before you go back? The two kids are still waiting for you at home." Song Qin was extremely helpless.

She knew Lao Fu wouldn't go far, but she didn't expect him to threaten her with suicide, saying he would jump into the river.

Old Fu had one leg already submerged in the water, clinging desperately to the riverbank, his face filled with unwavering stubbornness.

"Didn't you look down on me a long time ago? Didn't you think I was in your way? Wouldn't you be happy if I died!"

Song Qin was extremely anxious: "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I possibly want you to die? If I really wanted you to die, why would I send you money? Come out now, stop fooling around, the boss is still watching!"

Song Qin pulled him desperately.

But Lao Fu kept falling, panting and cursing, "You woman, you've become unfaithful! You don't care about the family at all now. Rather than see you do those shameful things later, I'd rather die now!"

Song Qin was extremely annoyed: "What exactly do you want from me to come up here? You're beating around the bush, and I don't understand any of this."

"Don't you understand?" Old Fu sneered. "I told you not to go out, so you should stay home! A woman running so far away, do you know what the villagers are saying about me? They say I can't keep my woman in check."

"Why do you care about them? This is our life, not theirs," Song Qin said, utterly bewildered.

When Lao Fu saw that Song Qin wouldn't budge, he shouted that he was going to let go.

Song Qin was extremely anxious. She looked at Fu Ci beside her and said, "Eldest brother, hurry up and tell your father!"

Fu Ci frowned and immediately tried to pull Lao Fu up.

But when Lao Fu saw Fu Ci pulling him, he struggled even more, cursing and trying to jump directly into the river.

Song Qin was so frightened that tears streamed down her face: "Fine, I'll listen to you! What are you trying to do? It's almost New Year's, are you going to do this again? Can't you let us have a peaceful New Year?"

When Lao Fu saw that Song Qin had agreed, he finally felt relieved.

But hearing Song Qin's tone still bothered him, and he snapped, "What do you mean? You think I'm forcing you? You still want to go? You're not going to care about this family anymore, you're not going to care about these three kids anymore, you're just going to go and do your business!"

Song Qin felt extremely distressed.

She didn't understand why this was the case. She had earned so much money this year and sent so much money home, but in Lao Fu's eyes, she always seemed to be someone who couldn't be brought up in public.

"Alright, alright, come on up, I really won't go anymore." Song Qin covered her face and cried bitterly.

Old Fu looked at her with some suspicion: "Really?"

Song Qin nodded through her tears, holding his hand: "Really, really, I'll never go out again. I'll stay home and take care of you."

Old Fu frowned and complained, "Why didn't you do this sooner? Why did I have to go through all this trouble?"

He was completely soaked.

It was already cold, and with these wet clothes sticking to his body, he felt like his legs were going to freeze.

As soon as Lao Fu was pulled up, he started clamoring to go home for dinner.

"Let's go, let's go. Let's hurry home and have dinner. Honestly, if it weren't for you, our family would already be having a reunion dinner by now."

Song Qin followed behind without saying a word.

A short while later, Song Xianyin saw Lao Fu return arrogantly, with Song Qin behind him, her eyes red.

She had seen this scene countless times since she was a child.

"Dinner's ready, dinner's ready, don't just stand there doing nothing," Old Fu called out.

He unusually took a bowl out of the cupboard and placed it on the table; this was the first time he had ever taken the initiative to do chores.

During the New Year's Eve dinner, only Lao Fu looked happy; everyone else's faces were expressionless.

Old Fu had a few drinks and started boasting about his youth: "Let me tell you, a lot of women liked me back then, but your mother pursued me so persistently, and I couldn't let her down, so I ended up with her."

"Who would have thought she would be so disobedient after we got together? I should have known she would be with someone else."

Song Xianyin's favorite food is toothpick meat from the town's market.

The owner told me that the meat was made of beef, coated with a lot of chili powder, and a piece of meat was stuck on a toothpick. It was a bit tough, but very chewy.

However, this meat was extremely expensive. Song Xianyin never imagined that her family would be able to eat this kind of meat during the Chinese New Year. She had only eaten it once before, at someone else's wedding banquet.

"Brother, this is so delicious. Could you learn how to make it so I can make it for you during my vacation?" Song Xianyin asked.

Fu Ci responded with a sound of agreement.

Song Xianyin knew he had agreed.

Whenever she makes a request, if Fu Ci doesn't want to do it, he simply stays silent and pretends not to hear. But if that's the case, Song Xianyin will keep pestering him, and Fu Ci will eventually agree.

"Boss, you can't go into the kitchen anymore. What kind of image does a man have if he stays in the kitchen all day?" Old Fu glared at Song Xianyin next to him.

“You’re not a child anymore. Your brother has to cook for you all the time. Aren’t you embarrassed? Look at the girls in the village. They’ve been cooking since they were little.”

Song Xianyin held her breath and didn't say anything. It was New Year's Eve, and she didn't want to say anything that would spoil the mood. Besides, if they started arguing later, Song Qin wouldn't be happy either.

Old Fu was still pointing and gesturing at Song Xianyin: "How much did those clothes cost? Now that your mother is back, you won't tell me. If you want to tell her, then tell her."

"I just found out you make money from painting. You make so much money from painting, why don't you give it to your family? All you do is buy clothes and painting supplies. You're such a waste of money. You really think you're a princess."

“The other day, someone from the village told me that the dress you're wearing is from a department store. Do you even know what kind of situation our family is in?”

Song Xianyin ate her meat without saying a word.

"Look at you, every time I say a few words to you, you get this expression..."

"Are you ever going to stop during the New Year?" Song Xianyin slammed her hand on the table and shouted.

She glared at Lao Fu: "What business is it of yours how much I spent on those dresses? It's none of your business, it's not like you earned it."

"You're such a grown man, and you're still thinking about your kid's money. Don't you feel ashamed? What father hasn't given his child a single penny?"

"You always talk about what others tell you, but do you know what they say about you behind your back? They all say you're a good-for-nothing. You only dare to act tough at home."

This barrage of words made Lao Fu's face turn dark. He wanted to say something more, but Song Xianyin just glared at him fiercely.

Fu Ci looked at Old Fu calmly and said, "Dad, it's the New Year, so don't upset the family. Let them have a proper meal."

Old Fu looked at Fu Ci in disbelief: "What do you mean? Are you saying I didn't let you eat properly? Look at his attitude."

Fu Ci frowned: "You're such a grown man, why are you always arguing with a child?"

It's really incomprehensible.