CHAPTER 9: CHAPTER 9: SONG ZHENHUA IS ABOUT TO COUGH UP BLOOD IN ANGER

Song Zhenhua didn’t dare look directly at Jiang Jingming; he quickly waved to beckon over Sang Yu, who was blocked by Song Jiajia.

"Xiaoyu, come here."

Hearing this name, Jiang Jingming subconsciously furrowed his brows.

Sang Yu stepped out from behind Song Jiajia.

The moment she reached Jiang Jingming’s side, their eyes met.

Is it him (her)?

Both of them simultaneously questioned in their hearts.

Upon seeing Jiang Jingming in front of her, Sang Yu remembered the day on the street when she met this person while chasing a human trafficker.

His appearance was truly unforgettable.

But she hadn’t expected him to be Jiang Jingming.

And Jiang Jingming hadn’t expected Xiaoyu to be the girl who had moved his heart twice.

His mood suddenly became a bit excited.

"Xiaoyu, once you marry into their family, you can’t have a tantrum; you must take good care of the home. Jingming is a policeman; he’s busy at work, so you need to be understanding."

Song Zhenhua said earnestly, as if he really cared about his niece.

But acting, who can’t do it?

"Uncle, I know. I’ll listen and be obedient."

Song Zhenhua nodded in satisfaction.

Jiang Jingming’s gaze fell on Sang Yu, and the displeasure he felt earlier when he arrived had disappeared entirely.

Suddenly, Sang Yu said, "Uncle, when will the family prepare the dowry for me?"

Her eyes full of innocence looked at Song Zhenhua.

Song Zhenhua’s expression instantly stiffened.

Chen Jinlan directly said, "The family doesn’t have any dowry left for you."

Sang Yu feigned surprise, "Really? But I seem to have heard Aunt was preparing quite a lot of dowry for my cousin."

"Nonsense, Jiajia is my biological daughter."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhenhua’s face turned drastically.

Jiang Jingming’s icy gaze swept over Song Zhenhua and Chen Jinlan.

Sang Yu continued, "Actually, I know Aunt might not have had time to prepare."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhenhua quickly said, "Yes, yes, with both of you sisters getting married, there’s a lot to prepare, so your aunt just forgot."

"It’s okay, Uncle. Since it’s forgotten, why not use the bride price Brother Jiang gave as my dowry then."

After saying that, Sang Yu looked up at Jiang Jingming by her side, "Brother Jiang, what do you think?"

Jiang Jingming looked down at the woman beside him, her deer-like eyes pure and innocent.

Sang Yu looked at Jiang Jingming, feeling a bit apprehensive; she was actually gambling a little here.

It all depended on whether Jiang Jingming would stand by her side. If not, it wouldn’t matter.

Anyway, she still had three thousand yuan.

However, if he didn’t stand by her side, their future relationship would just be a nodding acquaintance.

"What Xiaoyu said is right." Jiang Jingming’s voice was low, seeming to have an air of backing Sang Yu.

Song Zhenhua looked reproachfully at Sang Yu, "Xiaoyu, you also know the family’s situation."

Sang Yu interrupted Song Zhenhua’s spell, "Uncle, I know, I know the family’s not doing well, that’s why I can only sleep in a room that can barely fit a bed. I wanted to bring some things to my in-laws today, but I found that my clothes are all worn by my cousin and are all damaged.

Then the room has nothing but a bed.,

I’m really scared. When I go to my in-laws alone, having nothing might make them think poorly of me.

Even though Brother Jiang’s parents are gone, Brother Jiang still has other elders.

Moreover, Uncle took three thousand yuan of my parents’ compensation, saying you’d save it for me until I grew up.,

Uncle, you haven’t given it to me yet, and I don’t blame you. After all, if you hadn’t taken me in, I would probably have...

Although I’ve done a lot of work at home, everything from washing clothes to cooking, I’m really thankful because you took me in."

After finishing her words, Sang Yu lowered her head, wiping her tears as her shoulders started to shake.

It was heart-wrenching to see her like that.

Hearing Sang Yu’s words made Jiang Jingming’s heart ache too; he looked at Song Zhenhua and the others with even colder eyes.

"Director Song, I didn’t expect your family to treat Xiaoyu this way?"

"Director Song, you’re in the wrong. I was wondering why Xiaoyu’s clothes looked so familiar; turns out they’re Jiajia’s cast-offs."

"Director Song, this isn’t right. Taking people’s money and not treating them well."

"Yes, how can you live in a room that only fits a bed?"

Sang Yu softly added, "That bed is only a meter wide."

"Oh my, how can you live like that? The balcony is probably bigger than that room, right?"

Voices of criticism from outside came through, making Song Zhenhua’s face look grim.

Song Zhenhua shot a cold glance at Sang Yu, wondering if it was an accident or deliberate?

Upon seeing this, Sang Yu fearfully took a step back, while Jiang Jingming stood in front of her, his tall stature shielding her completely.

A strong sense of oppression came toward Song Zhenhua.

Song Zhenhua had no choice but to force a smile, "I’m, uh, the family’s financial situation is really limited."

Song Jiajia couldn’t listen anymore. Seeing Jiang Jingming, her husband from her previous life, protect Sang Yu, she grew angrier and pointed at Sang Yu, saying:

"Sang Yu, how dare you say that? My family even supporting you is good enough, how can you shamelessly ask for money!"

Not a penny of this money could go to Sang Yu, as it all had to remain for Lu Hao to start a business.

Jiang Jingming turned, his eyes cold as he looked at Song Jiajia, making her unable to speak, frozen in place.

"You can’t say that, can you? And what about being out of money? Just a few days ago, I heard Song Jiajia bragging that Director Song prepared five hundred yuan worth of dowry for her."

"I heard that too."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jingming turned to look at Song Zhenhua, his black eyes deeply observing, "Uncle Song, as a director of the textile factory, you should know how reputation affects your work. If you don’t give a satisfactory answer today, I don’t mind thoroughly looking into it."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhenhua’s face turned ghostly pale.

He couldn’t withstand such scrutiny.

Sang Yu was also somewhat surprised at the turn of events; it seemed this man was quite good after all.

At least, he was on the same page as her.

Initially, she was worried he might still have lingering feelings for Song Jiajia and join forces to go against her.

Song Zhenhua gritted his teeth, "Xiaoyu, the family really doesn’t have much money left."

"That’s okay, Uncle, you can give me an IOU." Sang Yu smiled innocently.

Song Zhenhua was so furious that the veins on his neck bulged.

Chen Jinlan, enraged, was about to speak, but Song Zhenhua loudly stopped her.

He then said, "Fine."

Upon hearing this, Sang Yu took out the previous IOU for three thousand yuan and then said, "Uncle, I won’t ask for the bride price Brother Jiang previously gave. Since you prepared a five hundred yuan dowry for my cousin, I’ll just ask for four hundred then, since I’m not your biological niece."

Song Zhenhua felt he was going to cough up blood from anger; the three thousand yuan was gone, and now he had to dish out an additional four hundred.

However, now, he could only comply obediently.

Afterward, under Jiang Jingming’s watchful eyes, Song Zhenhua wrote an IOU for three thousand and four hundred yuan.