Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 384, the second daughter in the historical novel, 79

When the whole family cooked together in the afternoon, Lao Fu lay in his room, neither speaking nor coming out to help.

Tonight is Lunar New Year's Eve, and Song Qin already has enough to do. She simply doesn't have the energy to coax Lao Fu right now.

Old Fu lay on the bed, staring blankly at the dim ceiling.

Song Qin seemed different, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was different about her.

Even when he doesn't eat, she still tries to persuade him to eat; when he has conflicts with the children, Song Qin tells them not to argue with him; and even today at the market, Song Qin bought whatever he wanted without any hesitation.

But he still felt that Song Qin had changed.

Her attention seemed to have shifted from him to herself; she seemed more focused on herself.

Paying attention to oneself is a normal thing for others, but it is a very strange thing for Song Qin.

Previously, the people Song Qin cared about most in this family were him and Fu Ci.

But now, besides managing her household affairs, she spends most of her time on the phone, making New Year's greetings to people at the factory and communicating about work matters.

Old Fu suddenly felt a sense of panic. He couldn't do anything right now, and if Song Qin wanted to get rid of him, it would be very easy for her.

Old Fu's heart tightened immediately.

He would absolutely not allow such a thing to happen; it would be extremely unethical.

Song Xianyin poured the boiled water into a bucket, and then continued to pour cold water into the pot.

This was her task for the day, and she had no idea how many buckets of water she had already boiled.

Song Qin handed the freshly fried pork cracklings to Song Xianyin, smiling and saying, "They're still warm, eat them quickly."

Song Xianyin shook her head: "I don't eat it, it's too oily."

Song Qin frowned and advised, "It's not oily, it's delicious. You haven't even tasted it yet and you're already saying it's not good."

Helpless, Song Xianyin took it and put it in her mouth: "It's not like I've never eaten fried pork cracklings before."

Song Qin smiled at her awkward expression: "I don't know who you resemble. You're neither like me nor your father."

As soon as Song Qin finished speaking, she saw Lao Fu come out with a serious expression.

Song Xianyin glanced at him, then lowered her head and continued tending the fire.

Old Fu looked at Song Qin and said seriously, "Song Qin, I think you shouldn't go there after the New Year. It's not a good idea."

Song Qin found Lao Fu's words rather strange: "Why are you suddenly bringing this up? Aren't you just being ridiculous? The third son needs to go to school, and the workers over there are waiting for me to pay their wages. If I don't go, everything will fall apart."

Old Fu shook his head, propping his chin up with his hand: "No, no, you can't go anymore. Look at this house now, it's become such a mess when you're not here."

Song Qin frowned deeply: "What's wrong with it? Everything's fine, and the two kids are very well-behaved."

"Can they listen to me?" Old Fu's voice suddenly became sharp.

“You have no idea, when you’re not home, neither of them talks to me. When I do talk to them, they just ignore me. They don’t even see me as their father. You never teach them properly.”

Song Qin didn't want to argue with him today, so she said dismissively, "Alright, alright, let's talk about this after the New Year."

"Let's talk about it after the New Year? You'll be leaving after the New Year, so what are we going to talk about then?" Old Fu was very angry.

"So what do you mean by this? Are you asking the third brother to turn back? How is that possible? Turning back and forth like that."

Old Fu clapped his hands vigorously, his face extremely anxious: "How can you be so stupid? You still want to go into business? Don't you know you'll get scammed without even realizing it?"

“She’s only in the first year of junior high now, and she’ll be in the second year after the first year. It’s not like she’s in the first or second year of senior high. What’s wrong with her coming back to study? The older two children are studying at home, so why can’t she study at home? Besides, the tuition over there is so expensive.”

Song Qin looked at Lao Fu with some confusion and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly saying these things? If I stay at home and farm, I won't earn much money at the end of the year. How am I supposed to support you all?"

Old Fu was panting heavily. He was really angry about Song Qin's question. How could she not see anything?

"Are you really stupid or just pretending? Didn't you see? Now that you're out working, when people see the two of us, their first reaction is to greet you."

"These people don't even see me as the male head of the Fu family anymore. Where's the decorum? In their eyes, you're even higher than me!"

The proper greeting is to greet the male host first, but now they've greeted Song Qin first. He's never seen anything so outrageous in his life!

Song Qin was somewhat speechless: "So that's what you've been talking about all this time? If you really care, I'll have them talk to you first next time, okay?"

Old Fu got even angrier when he heard this. He was so angry that he could hardly control himself, and his hands were trembling.

He stared at Song Qin with bloodshot eyes: "What do you mean? You look down on me, don't you? You think that just because you've made some money now, you can step on my head?"

"What do you mean you told them to greet me first? They should have greeted me first. I am the head of this household. You, a woman, should stay at home obediently."

“You went out to work, and I stayed at home alone. Do you know what the villagers are saying about me? They all say I'm incompetent!”

Song Xianyin spoke slowly, "Aren't they right?"

"Does it give you the right to interrupt me when I'm talking to your mother?" Old Fu shouted.

He looked around, panting, and suddenly picked up a broom to hit Song Xianyin.

Song Xianyin showed no weakness, grabbed a piece of firewood with sparks, and swung it directly at Lao Fu: "You dare to touch me!"

Old Fu was so angry he could hardly breathe.

Song Qin quickly stopped Lao Fu: "You're such a grown man, why are you arguing with a child? What does she know? Don't make a scene with her."

Old Fu didn't listen to anything. He yelled at Song Xianyin, "You bastard! You're not a member of the Fu family! Get out of here right now!"

Upon hearing this, Song Qin's face darkened immediately: "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Old Fu glared at her: "Isn't that right? She doesn't even share my surname, so she's not a member of the Fu family. She's just an outsider bastard!"

Song Qin's breathing became more and more rapid; she had really had enough.

It was the same before, and it's the same now. Every time he argues with Song Xianyin, he brings up her surname.

So what if she takes her surname? Does that mean Song Xianyin isn't a member of the Fu family anymore? Then he, who has the surname Fu, shouldn't take money from her, who has the surname Song.

Song Qin said coldly, "She's not a member of your Fu family, she's a member of my Song family, okay? Now it's me, the Song family, who's paying for this family. If anyone's going to leave, it's not her."

The atmosphere immediately fell silent when Song Qin said those words.

Old Fu looked at Song Qin in disbelief, seemingly not expecting her to say such a thing.

Song Xianyin looked at Song Qin with some surprise.