Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 131 Stuffing the Little Brother-In-Law into the Stuffy Tanker Truck_1

Chapter 131: Chapter 131 Stuffing the Little Brother-In-Law into the Stuffy Tanker Truck_1

Old Mrs. Song grabbed Grandma Xia’s hand, and Grandma Xia also reached back, grabbing Old Mrs. Song’s hand with all her strength.

The two elderly women looked at each other, their eyes fiercely locked on.

Old Mrs. Song’s lips moved: "My Tingting and my older daughter-in-law, they were implicated because of your Xia family!"

Grandma Xia thought to herself: So, in my precious grandaughter’s prophecy, the Song family had offended someone. But who could that person be?

Song Yunuan sighed inwardly as she looked at everyone in the room who still seemed to be in a daze.

Ah, these people, why do they seem to lose their wits in the face of trouble?

It seems it’s up to her, a little girl, to take charge of the situation.

Just like when she had just entered the room, what was there to ask? If someone is sick, shouldn’t they be rushed to the hospital immediately?

"Let’s not worry about these things for now. Grandma, you must go to the hospital. Don’t worry, I know Hospital Director Zhuang from Nanshan County Town Hospital. The director’s mentor is my Grandpa Ji, and we are on good terms."

At this point, Song Liang came to his senses and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, we must go to the hospital first."

Then, turning around, he wiped another tear from his eye. The resentment that had faded in his heart was now beginning to surge back up.

Although none of these things had happened, he felt a pain in his heart.

His wife had gone to seek justice for him, and that car crash must have hurt so much.

A sense of powerlessness rose within him.

What to do?

In his remaining years, could he still seek revenge?

Eventually, Grandma Xia caught her breath. She needed to live, she had to; her grandaughter was a little fairy sent by the Buddha himself.

Struggling, she said, "Let’s go, I’ll go. Whatever my grandaughter says, I’ll listen."

Old Mrs. Song sneered, "Humph, it seems you’ve got it easy."

Grandma Xia was usually soft-spoken and didn’t like to argue with people but today she retorted, "Aren’t you the same?"

You didn’t take care of her for a day, yet you act as if you raised her yourself.

With that temper of yours, the one who was switched at birth doesn’t even spare you a single kind thought.

She grabbed Old Mrs. Song’s hand and cried, "My in-law mother, when it comes to that Second Child Xia, it breaks my heart. I married into the Xia family when I was sixteen. The year I entered the family, Third Child Xia was only ten. I took care of everything inside and outside the house, washing clothes, cooking, looking after the Third Child, and my sister-in-law. I never had a day of peace.

He always said that when he grew up and got married, he would help me with cooking and washing clothes, be as filial to me as to his own mother. But when he grew up, he turned into an ungrateful wretch."

Asheng, who happened to be standing in the courtyard with the windows open, looked toward his sister.

A bit startled, Asheng grinned at his sister.

He was no ungrateful wretch.

Grandma Xia continued: "Later, my youngest son got lost, and I went out looking for him, entrusting my two children to him. By then, he had a family of his own. His wife was one I helped to bring into the family.

But what happened in the end? When I came back, they had driven Guilan and Xinshan to live in a cowshed. The children were starving to the bone... To get a bite to eat, they had to go kneel and beg at the Third Child Xia’s house. He’s inhuman!"

Grandma Xia’s words were heart-wrenching.

Old Mrs. Song cursed along, "Heartless wretch!"

At this time, Grandma Xia also put her shoes on and got off the heated brick bed as the house was in disarray, but for now it would do.

The group was about to head out.

Xia Guilan and Xia Xinshan were supporting Grandma Xia, and then Xia Guilan said, "Take Xique along and stay at my place for a few days."

Grandma Xia glanced at Old Mrs. Song, relieved that she hadn’t said anything, and replied, "I’m alright, I’ll just take a look and come back. I won’t bother you for long."

Old Mrs. Song humphed inwardly, clearly understanding the message meant for her.

A little girl, how much trouble can staying a few more days cause? She was not a cold-hearted person.

It was just her sharp tongue.

But deep down, she was kind-hearted.

And at this moment, Old Mrs. Song finally felt at peace.

To tell the truth, ever since hearing Little Nuan’s heartfelt words that day, up to now, she had been pondering a lot.

Let’s just say it was in a past life.

In that past life, her family had so many troubles, yet her in-laws and her son’s uncle, as if they were blind and deaf, neither asked nor cared?

That was too cold and heartless.

After all, they were her relatives, weren’t they?

Could it be that they were afraid of being implicated, so they stayed far away?

But she couldn’t say this in front of Guilan and silently got angry several times behind her back.

She kept all the good stuff to herself, not wanting Guilan to take anything to her maternal home.

Especially since there was that trouble-making sister-in-law at her maternal home.

Imagine, that Whang Xiaoman actually had the audacity to pressure Guilan into giving her food and money.

After being scolded by Guilan a few times, she finally stopped.

Thank goodness her daughter-in-law was sensible, not like that Sun Jinrong. Otherwise, life would have been even more unbearable.

Even when they later had a bit of money, she still didn’t like Guilan sending things to her mother.

But she couldn’t stop her.

Guilan seemed easy-going at first glance, but in fact, she was very stubborn.

If they really fell out, she would have no way to deal with her.

She could only turn a blind eye, pretending not to see.

Only today did she realize that this old lady also had a hard fate; no wonder she always looked so worried and sad.

With such burdens on her shoulders, how could she be content?

She died a tragic death in a previous life.

If it weren’t for Shangguan Yunqi, Zhu Feng wouldn’t be in her current state.

It goes to show, fate is unpredictable!

She quickly comforted Grandma Xia, "You just talk less, Xique will take me home soon, and it’s fine to stay as many days as you like."

Upon hearing this, Grandma Xia finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But just then, Song Yunuan’s voice rang out again.

"Ah, I’ve forgotten something."

Everyone’s heart skipped a beat, and they couldn’t help but stop in their tracks.

"My uncle Xia Xindong, because he was smart from a young age, was discovered by Third Child Xia who then told Xia Bowen."

"Xia Bowen thought Xia Xindong was a genius; he could be of great use, both publicly and privately, so he decided to take him back for cultivation."

"However, he was ambushed by Shangguan Yunqi halfway, and his family stuffed my uncle into a stuffy tanker truck and sold him to Xiangjiang. To this day, we don’t know whether he’s alive or dead."

Everyone held their breath.

Go, keep moving forward!

They couldn’t let Little Nuan find out; otherwise, it would terrify her.

Grandma Xia was immediately filled with a towering hatred; she wanted to kill that evil woman and unfeeling man.

Why, even though she had kept her distance, why were they still seeking revenge on her?

Grandma Xia’s vision darkened, and she fainted.

Old Mrs. Song was also stunned. My god, what a never-ending sequence of events.

Xinshan immediately picked up his mother and ran towards the carriage, and without realizing it, tears flowed.

Song Yunuan also ran after him, and the group, speechless, all got into the carriage.

Song Yunuan grabbed Old Mrs. Song, "Grandma, you take Asheng and the others back home first. I will go to the county town with my parents; we definitely won’t be back tonight."

Little Asheng, with tearful eyes, said, "Sister, I heard what Grandma said just now. I’m not Third Child Xia; I’m Little Asheng, I’m your real brother, and my word is my bond."

As the carriage moved forward, Song Yunuan stroked her brother’s head and suddenly asked, "Asheng, if you were kidnapped, would you remember where our home is?"