CHAPTER 615: CHAPTER 592: DON’T ARGUE WITH HIM

Song Moting was sitting in the living room of the Song family at that moment.

Old Mrs. Song’s complexion wasn’t good, with dark circles under her eyes.

Clearly, the old lady didn’t sleep well last night.

Song Moting felt both heartbroken and helpless.

The maid brought tea, offering the old lady a cup of juice.

The old lady had a severe headache earlier; apparently, she didn’t sleep well last night, which is why she seemed so weary today.

She especially instructed the maid to bring her a cup of peach juice.

This peach juice was something Jiang Xiaoxiao had left in the kitchen for the old lady and Old Sir Song when she was around.

Moreover, she was very clear that each time they drank, they shouldn’t drink a lot, at most half a cup.

The maid had complicated feelings as she poured the juice.

She put down the juice.

The maid stood there quietly for a long time without leaving.

Old Mrs. Song took a sip from the cup, seeming to relieve her headache a bit.

Suddenly, she recalled the origin of the peach juice and felt uncomfortable.

"Take it away, I won’t drink it. Don’t serve this peach juice again in the future."

The maid silently took the cup away, turned around, and came back.

"Madam, there’s something I want to tell you. I’m getting old, and I can’t manage the housework anymore, so I wanted to tell you that I can’t do this job any longer. Please find someone quickly over the next couple of days, and then I’ll head back to the countryside."

The maid hesitated for quite a while but finally expressed her decision.

Old Mrs. Song was startled.

"Why do you want to leave?"

"Madam, I’m really getting old, and you know I’m always forgetting things now, not remembering well. The meals I make aren’t as tasty as they used to be. I should go back; I can’t stay with the Song family forever."

The maid silently turned and left.

A tear slid down from the corner of her eye.

"See! Everyone’s just getting angry; I just said a few words to you that day, and now you want to resign."

Old Mrs. Song was furious.

She also felt uneasy inside.

A lifelong bond with an old friend, ending like this was not what she wanted.

Suddenly her head throbbed with pain.

Song Moting noticed the old lady’s face wasn’t right.

He hurriedly stepped forward to support her.

"Grandma! What’s wrong with you?"

A cry burst out as Fang Xiaohui rushed over! Since Song Moting was off guard, he was pushed to the end of the sofa.

Song Mohuan also dashed over with the little girl in his arms.

"Grandma! Grandma, what’s wrong?"

He turned his head and angrily shouted at Song Moting.

"Second brother, you’re really out of line; how can you treat Grandma like this, making her so upset?"

Song Moting felt unable to defend himself for a moment.

Fang Xiaohui supported the old lady, calling out in a hurry.

"Auntie! Get a cup of warm water, quickly!"

The maid was also frightened, rushing to the kitchen, and inadvertently pouring the peach juice.

The old lady didn’t like it.

She washed the cup clean, poured a cup of warm water, and brought it over.

The old lady drank a bit of water, looking exhausted, and Fang Xiaohui gestured to the maid, "Auntie, you hold the girl, Mohuan and I will help Grandma upstairs to rest."

The maid initially wanted to help hold the old lady’s hand but retracted it.

Bashfully, she took the girl.

Song Mohuan glared fiercely at Song Moting.

"Second brother, get out of the way, don’t hinder Grandma’s rest here; Grandma doesn’t want to see you."

He pushed Song Moting aside; ever since Grandma’s attitude towards him and his wife changed, Song Mohuan became arrogant.

Moreover, now he lived in the house opposite Grandma’s, although far from the hospital where he worked, but Song Mohuan was happy.

To have a day where his second brother was humbled was what he wanted to flaunt for once.

In the past, that was always his second brother’s treatment; now he could hold his head high once.

"What’s going on? What’s the matter? Why are you all shouting?"

Old Sir Song came downstairs, as he had been really disgusted by Old Mrs. Song and Fang Xiaohui these past few days.

He didn’t want to come down.

Hearing the noise downstairs, he finally came to take a look.

Song Mohuan hurriedly pointed at Song Moting and said, "Second brother made Grandma so angry her headache is severe; I’m helping Grandma upstairs to rest."

He had quite the appearance of a child tattling to a teacher.

Old Sir Song quickly came downstairs.

He instantly took Old Mrs. Song in his arms; she leaned on him, massaging her forehead, her face pale.

"Old lady, what’s wrong with you? What’s happening?"

He hadn’t worried like this for many years; the old lady was indeed a person of several decades.

If something happens to her, leaving him alone, what could he do?

Old Sir Song was genuinely concerned.

Fang Xiaohui reluctantly withdrew her hand; no matter what, she was no match for the old man.

After all, they were a couple.

But she also knew the old man couldn’t stand them.

She secretly cursed, just wait, my misfortune value is really low now, or I’d try to win him over too.

Let’s see if you can still look down on us like that.

Fang Xiaohui felt somewhat anxious inside.

Recently, her misfortune value seemed to have suddenly lost its source.

She was also worried.

Not knowing what happened with Qin Dazhuang.

Originally, according to her plan, Qin Dazhuang was a sustainable source for accumulating misfortune value.

Qin Dazhuang gambled.

And gamblers are always surrounded by misfortunes.

It’s a pity though; she found out that Jiang Xin actually got divorced from Qin Dazhuang and took the two kids away.

Otherwise, gamblers typically end up selling their children, and by then her misfortune value should have been even higher.

Without seeing Qin Dazhuang and Jiang Xin’s divorce, she already gained a lot of misfortune value.

Why is there none now?

Fang Xiaohui was anxious inwardly.

All her pride and shame were built on the misfortune value.

Evidently, she needed to figure out a solution.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t win over Old Sir Song.

Fang Xiaohui was unwilling.

The whole Song family must pamper them for her to truly win.

That would be her greatest victory.

Seeing Jiang Xiaoxiao’s dismal look, Fang Xiaohui felt inexplicably delighted.

Finally, she had this day; each time, she was the most hurt, the most unwilling, and the most envious one.

Now Jiang Xiaoxiao was finally under her foot; the old lady’s affection for them far surpassed Jiang Xiaoxiao, even disliking her and Song Moting due to this medicine pill.

Perhaps because this medicine pill was her own creation, and she disliked Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting.

So the old lady also joined in disliking them; what the old lady did now really helped to vent her anger.

Old Mrs. Song raised her head, looking puzzled at the old man.

"I didn’t know what happened just now; my head hurt terribly, my chest felt tight, but now it’s much better. Why do you look like that? At this age, who doesn’t have some headaches or fevers? Besides, I’m indeed much better now.

Don’t stare at me with those big eyes of yours; it scares me inside."

Old Mrs. Song laughed, sitting up straight.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Fang Xiaohui hurried over, "Grandma, at your age, any discomfort is a significant matter; otherwise, let me accompany you to the hospital for a check-up."

As usual, she playfully hooked the old lady’s arm.

Song Mohuan also approached with the girl in his arms, "Grandma, you should listen to Xiao Hui, don’t worry us. You’re very old now, don’t always get angry with second brother. He’s immature, don’t bother with him."