Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 103 She Doesn’t Care Much About Blood Ties_1

Chapter 103: Chapter 103 She Doesn’t Care Much About Blood Ties_1

Old Mrs. Sun glanced at Old Mrs. Song, "Don’t disbelieve me, right now she’s eating at Old Ding’s house. Just look at that Big Boss Ding, what a nasty piece of work, a drunkard through and through. When he’s plastered, he beats his wife; a lazy glutton, that’s what he is. His wife didn’t just go early by chance; she was beaten to death by him. And now, look, he’s marrying a young woman. Ah, women really have it tough in this world."

Old Mrs. Song didn’t want to dwell on the subject, "Alright, I’ve got things to do; I haven’t even had my lunch yet. You’d better hurry along with your own tasks. Old Mrs. Ding is no easy character; watch your tongue around her."

But just then, a group of people walked from Old Ding’s house toward the commune’s office.

The Song family’s entryway wasn’t a main road, but you could still leave the village from there.

Now that the season was nice, having just passed May Day, Nanshan County Town was in the midst of a warm spring with flowers about to bloom.

It was cooler to talk outside than inside the house.

So, with so many people, it was in the courtyard where they chatted.

The Song family’s courtyard was quite large, but even so, one could see the group approaching.

Old Mrs. Ding, Big Boss Ding, four strangers from another village, among them a girl clinging to the arm of a middle-aged woman, chatting affectionately.

A fairly tall middle-aged man was talking with Big Boss Ding.

And Big Boss Ding, in conversation with him, kept glancing back over his shoulder.

A girl with a look of panic clung to the edge of her clothes and hung her head as she followed behind, and at the very end, a young boy held a stone, his expression full of anger, evidently wanting to hit someone.

If they had simply passed by, that would have been that, but the middle-aged woman wearing a veil stopped.

She halted right at the Song family’s front gate and said loudly, "Sister Ding, the girl you just mentioned who was mixed up at birth, isn’t that this family here? I’ve heard about it in our village. You told me just now, the real daughter who came back is so imperious and unreasonable, not even letting the adoptive daughter who raised her come home to see her parents, that’s the Song family, right?"

If it had been any other day, Old Mrs. Ding wouldn’t have taken such talk to heart, and although she wasn’t Old Woman Mrs. Wang, in this village, nobody dared to provoke her.

But today was out of the ordinary, ah, Erdao River had already changed rulers. Even though Song Liang was no longer the commune head, just look at his household; Song Ting joined the cultural troupe, and they had several relatives in the county town, I heard they’re all officials. Even the ticket seller on the bus is familiar with their family.

When they see them on the road, they stop the bus right away.

Especially after the wronged daughter came back, she really was spoiled without limits.

Not doing a stitch of work in the field, I heard that at home she’s living off the others.

Was she just talking nonsense, that woman’s brain is not in order, blathering about what?

"Oh dear, I didn’t say anything at all. Your family’s nothing like theirs. Let’s go, I still have some secrets to whisper to you."

Unfortunately, Liu Daniu from Liuxia Hamlet hoped to come forth and set an example by chastising the disheartened birth daughter.

An ingrate, a blight. Doesn’t she think about it? Being taken by traffickers, what virtue could she possibly have left? Nowadays, if someone is willing to marry you, that’s good enough; yet she gets choosy, weeping and wailing, not wanting to marry.

Can’t she see that she’s an illiterate as big as a basket, how could she ever marry into a good family?

A good-for-nothing waste of space, it serves her right to have been taken. I’m so furious—why did she come back, creating trouble so that these past few months, her obedient daughter — that is, her adopted daughter Jiaojiao — has been in a poor mood, almost affecting her studies.

It was only after I made promises over and over that the kid felt somewhat better.

Having raised her for so many years, how could I bear to chase Jiaojiao away? How could a little bit of blood relationship with the birth child compare to the decade and more I’ve spent with Jiaojiao?

Especially this daughter who was returned by the police, timid and cowardly, shrinking back in fear, and illiterate, there was no one else like her. In her eyes, the nurtured affection from raising a child from a young age was the only truth. Her adopted daughter was her real daughter, regardless of blood relations. She would absolutely not allow this blood-related daughter to affect Little Nuan’s mood.

Of course, she was older than Little Nuan by a month, so she was also an older sister. Now there was this matter of marriage, able to secure 300 yuan as a betrothal gift for Little Nuan, so her role as an elder sister was not in vain.

Therefore, this marriage must take place.

yuan betrothal gift money, ah, once you miss this village, there won’t be such a shop anymore.

At this moment, the Song family had no intention of dealing with her, given that she was an unfamiliar outsider from another village.

Male marriages and female weddings, these matters are the least subject to interference.

But Liu Daniu from Liuxia Hamlet didn’t leave; instead, she violently grabbed Chu Xiaocao, who looked panicked, and pointed to the courtyard saying, "This family’s daughter was switched at birth, and only recently switched back. But I’ve heard from Old Mrs. Ding that the Song family doesn’t allow her to go to school, nor do they arrange her marriage and supposedly they’re waiting to use her later to arrange a marriage for her brother. She’s often not at home, and God knows what kinds of illicit activity they’re up to with her. Comparatively, you’re lucky. At least I won’t take you out to earn dirty money and will actually arrange a marriage for you. If you’re not content, you’ll be struck by lightning."

After these words were spoken, an eerie silence fell inside and outside the courtyard.

Old Mrs. Ding nearly fainted, she was just spouting nonsense, how could this idiot woman spill everything, naming names at that? Wasn’t this digging her own grave?

It was over, Old Mrs. Song had gone mad.

Not just Old Mrs. Song, but the Song family members who heard this were enraged and rushed over.

The quickest to react was Old Mrs. Song herself. She grabbed hold of Old Mrs. Ding, who was trying to flee, and landed a big slap across her face, cursing fiercely with a steel-cold face, "You old hag, daring to slander my granddaughter, I’ll tear your rotten mouth apart today."

A few more slaps followed, and then she truly went on to tear at Old Mrs. Ding’s mouth.

Old Mrs. Ding’s face immediately swelled up.

The second person to rush over was Xia Guilan; she was trembling with rage and grabbed Liu Daniu, slapping her repeatedly until blood appeared at the corner of her mouth. Xia Guilan cursed venomously, "You goddamn old bitch, I don’t care if you degrade your own daughter, but you dare to throw filth at my baby girl, I’ll beat you to death!"

Suddenly the scene erupted into chaos.

Lian Xiang, Sun Jinrong moved even faster, what kind of people were these two old hags, daring to make up stories about her Little Nuan.

So, Lian Xiang joined her mother-in-law in beating Old Mrs. Ding while Sun Jinrong helped Xia Guilan beat Liu Daniu.

Chu Youfu from Liuxia Hamlet was initially stunned, but when he tried to rush over, he was kicked to the ground by Song Liang.

Another person, Big Boss Ding, Old Ding’s eldest son, frowned and shouted loudly, "Let go, all of you, or I will call the security officer."

He tried to pull Old Mrs. Song away but recoiled several steps backward when Old Man Song threatened him with a swinging sickle.

Old Man Song, with eyes bulging, scornfully rebuked, "You’re a man, just stand there and watch. Since when do men get involved in fights among the village women..."

Big Boss Ding had also heard this exchange and was lost for words, "But... but..."

One was his mother, and the other could be his future mother-in-law. Although they were of the same age, if he married Xiaocao, she’d still be his elder, right?

But with Old Man Song brandishing a sickle, he didn’t dare to step forward.

By the time Branch Secretary Guan and Chu Zizhou arrived at the scene, Song Yunuan, who had been standing to the side, had already triggered a long sequence of events...