CHAPTER 13: CHAPTER 13: LITTLE UNCLE, SISTER-IN-LAW IS HERE

Mrs. Song’s hand just happened to move in her direction, and everyone saw it as her pushing Lin Qiao.

Song Tingfan couldn’t clearly see what was happening either, and naturally "bought into it." Seeing Lin Qiao fall, he hurriedly squatted down to help her, anxiously saying, "Sister-in-law, are you okay?"

Meanwhile, Mrs. Song rubbed her aching wrist and irritably said, "How dare you pinch me, I won’t beat you to death."

Song Tingfan didn’t dare to lay hands on her and instinctively held Lin Qiao tightly, yelling anxiously, "Aunt, please don’t hit my sister-in-law, I’ll give you the rabbit meat, I’ll give it to you, just don’t hit my sister-in-law."

That hug left Lin Qiao baffled, the intense scent of a young man mixed with sweat wasn’t pleasant, yet strangely not repulsive.

Her heart held a bit of emotion, perhaps like a "son" turning into a loved one.

At this moment, the antagonist was genuinely good to his sister-in-law.

At this moment, the Lin Family arrived as well, and seeing her daughter being hit, Li Guifen couldn’t control her temper and rushed up to grab Mrs. Song, shouting, "Bullying my daughter, I’ll beat you to death."

Li Guifen was known in the village as a woman "king," her family was butchers, she often helped with pig slaughtering, her strength exceeded that of ordinary women.

Song An and a few men hurried back from outside and quickly pulled the two apart.

Song An glanced at the pitiful two on the ground, his face looked displeased as he shouted at Mrs. Song, "What are you doing again, woman!"

Having been beaten, Mrs. Song was already unhappy, and being yelled at made her burst in anger, "Song An! You’re yelling at me, they were the ones who hit me first!" As she said this, she started hitting him.

Song An was a hunter, but with a very good temper, he let her hit him without striking back.

His son, Song Hao, couldn’t take it anymore, reached out to pull Mrs. Song off, and mildly complained, "Mother, why are you hitting dad with so many people around?"

His mother sometimes had a very strange temper, if it weren’t for his father’s good nature, she would have been beaten in any family.

"What’s the matter! Now the three of you are ganging up on me? Just for that orphan from the Song Family?"

Even her son didn’t take her side, making Mrs. Song angrier as she pointed indiscriminately at Song Tingfan.

Hearing "orphan," Song An’s face turned ugly, he said with a sullen face, "You shut up! Tingfan is not an orphan, he still has me, his uncle."

"If you really can’t go on, we’ll divorce today; I don’t want any of the family money, you can take it."

These words were obviously said in anger, to let Mrs. Song realize the seriousness of the matter.

His brother only had this one child, if he didn’t protect him, who would?

Lin Qiao clearly felt Song Tingfan’s grip tighten, this antagonist probably just pretended to be sensible on the surface, but couldn’t shake off the family’s troubles in his heart.

She sighed inwardly, then raised her hand to gently pat his back with a soothing tone, "Little Uncle, sister-in-law is here."

Song Tingfan’s body stiffened, after a while, he replied with a "hmm," leaving people unable to guess his emotions at this moment.

The village head got the news and came over, shouting before he got near, "Who’s causing trouble again? Ate too much? Is the farm work at home all done?"

Walking closer, he saw the widow and the uncle on the ground, then glanced at the defiant Mrs. Song.

It was clear at a glance who the weaker side was.

"Song An’s wife, are you bullying Tingfan and them again?"

"I’m bullying them? They were the ones who hit me first." Mrs. Song pointed at her face, but her skin was sallow, making it impossible to see any slap marks.

In contrast, the slap mark on Song Tingfan’s profile was very obvious.

The village head snorted incredulously, looking at Lin Qiao, "Tingyi’s wife, tell us what happened."

The woman raised her head, tears visibly welling in her eyes, looking aggrieved yet not daring to speak ill of her elders, "Village head, it’s our fault, we apologize to Aunt."

"Aunt, I’m sorry, you wanted the rabbit, we’ll give it to you, Tingfan, give the rabbit to Aunt."

"Sister-in-law picked enough wild vegetables for us to eat tonight."

Her words exposed Mrs. Song’s intention to snatch the rabbit meat.

Although people usually didn’t like Lin Widow much, there wasn’t any deep hatred, and for the moment their hearts were moved by pity.

In these times, relying on wild vegetables to get by meant being unable to put a meal together.

Widow Song and Song Tingfan were truly pitiful.

Song Hao couldn’t help but reproach, "Mother, we’re not lacking anything at home, why are you still taking Tingfan’s things?"

"Shut your mouth, you ungrateful child," Mrs. Song snapped at him tightly.

Song An spoke with a stern face, "Tingfan, take the rabbit back home yourself, and if Aunt dares to take your stuff again, let me know."

"Uncle will stand up for you."

Mrs. Song was trembling with anger as she pointed at him, "Don’t you know I was hit by Lin Qiao, that wretched girl? If you don’t believe me, ask Aunt Yu."

Amidst the crowd, Aunt Yu met everyone’s gaze coming her way, "It’s true, she did hit her."

It was Song An’s wife who hit Tingfan first, then Widow Song couldn’t stand it anymore and... well, don’t know why she hit her either." Aunt Yu wasn’t sure if Lin Qiao hit her because she couldn’t stand it anymore.

Anyway, she didn’t believe it in her heart.

If someone could nearly beat Song Tingfan to death, how could they feel sorry for him?

Lin Qiao: "..."

Dear Aunt, that one sentence of "don’t know" ruined many of my acting skills.

She patted Song Tingfan, signaling for him to stand up, then she looked down and began to choke, "As long as I’m here for one more day, I won’t let anyone bully Little Uncle, so that my in-laws and husband can rest in peace."

She paused and then continued, "Even if my spine gets broken, I will still protect Little Uncle."

Beside her, Song Tingfan’s eyes were visibly watery, yet he forced himself not to shed tears, while his hands hanging on both sides clenched tightly.

It was all his fault, causing sister-in-law to be wronged.

The people present, thinking of the three deceased of the Song Family, felt some sympathy.

Lin Qiao hitting them was actually quite understandable, anyone else in her place would have done the same.

Li Guifen, seeing her daughter like this, had red-rimmed eyes and pointed at Mrs. Song, "You heartless shrew, may you die miserably, bullying the two of them, uncle and sister-in-law."

"Your whole family should die miserably."

Mrs. Song wanted to start a fight again, but her daughter Song Mei pulled her back, "Mother, please stop."

Li Guifen spat, "You rotten mouth, rotten mouthed creature, may you die while I live."

"Come on, dare to fight with me! Picking the soft ones? Believe it or not, I’ll chop you with a butcher knife and throw you into the dung pit to rot?"

Lin Qiao: "..."

She almost couldn’t hold back her laughter.

Her original mother was simply a battle hen in the countryside.

The village chief was getting a headache from the argument, and scolded, "Lin Han’s wife, why are you talking about such things in a peaceful world! Do you believe the government won’t arrest you?"

"And Song An’s wife, you should have a conscience, half of this house was funded by Tingfan’s parents’ money!"

Song Tingfan’s father was an excellent hunter, and with his mother coming from a well-off family, they provided a substantial dowry, naturally living better than the main Song Family.

If it weren’t for the untimely deaths of Song Tingfan’s grandparents, how would he be left here to be mistreated?

His grandparents were still alive but now very old, staying with their third son in town, having the desire to help but powerless to do so.