Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Chapter 928 Rent Not Paid? Kick Him Out

Granny Lin was horrified to hear this; it was true, Qiao Lian'er was in great danger.

"So what does the princess plan to do? Does she intend to continue with her previous plans?"

Princess Jingle remained silent for a while, then gently shook her head.

"I am no match for her, so there's no need to fight a losing battle."

Lin Mama was somewhat surprised, because Princess Jingle was always persistent, and once she made up her mind, she would never change it easily.

But now you're saying such things. Has it really been a change of heart?

Upon hearing this, Qiao Lian'er glanced at Lin Mama's expression and left.

She guessed that Princess Jingle was speaking to her, because she suspected that she was eavesdropping nearby, which made her more wary.

Therefore, she wouldn't simply believe that Princess Jingle wouldn't oppose her.

The winter wind howls, penetrating the neck and seeping into the bones. As the year draws to a close, it is the coldest time of year.

Pedestrians on the streets of Beijing wrapped themselves tightly in their clothes and hurried by, unlike their usual leisurely pace.

Song Qitu and Song Qimu, their faces grim and pale, rubbed their hands as they returned to the alley where the Song family rented a place.

There was little work available during the cold winter, and they hadn't been able to find any jobs for quite some time.

Their meager savings were long gone, they were two months behind on rent, and the whole family was starving, having gone without food for several days.

Bai, the wife of Song Qimu, and Lin, the wife of Song Qitu, went out begging. After a whole day, they only managed to get one cold, hard, dark steamed bun, which the whole family had to share.

The two brothers and their two sisters-in-law met at the alley entrance, all with sorrowful faces, looking at each other in silence, filled with deep hopelessness and exhaustion.

When Song Qimu saw the black steamed bun in Bai's hand, he frowned, as if he were blaming Bai.

"Is that all you got? Be more polite, speak more quickly, and smile a little more, and you'll surely get a few meat buns."

The thought of his whole family sharing this one black steamed bun made him think of hanging himself right now.

But even before he died, he wanted to die with a full stomach.

Bai Shi had completely lost patience. She had been begging every day with great effort, only to get a black steamed bun. She was already in a bad mood, and then Song Qimu had to nag her.

"If you're so capable, go and beg. You've been wandering around outside all day and haven't found a single job or brought back a single copper coin. You still have the nerve to criticize me."

“In the entire capital, who is as incompetent and cowardly as you? I’m heavily pregnant and can’t even get a hot meal. I still have to work hard for the family. As a man, you can’t protect your wife and children. You don’t deserve to live.”

Bai was already six months pregnant, and thinking about her miserable fate, she couldn't stop crying.

This dark-colored steamed bun was given to her by someone because she was pregnant; Lin received nothing at all.

She plopped down on the ground, slapping her thigh.

"I don't want to live anymore, I don't want to live anymore! When will this suffering end? What's the point of having a child in a family like this? We might as well die together."

Song Qimu was immediately deflated, but he didn't want to admit defeat in front of Bai Shi, so he said in a tough tone, "When spring comes, there will be more work, and our brothers' hard labor will come in handy. Let's just endure it for now."

Bai gave a cold laugh, her eyes filled with bitterness and sorrow.

It's hard to say whether we can make it to spring.

“It’s all Qiao Lian’er’s fault for neglecting us. If she had been willing to lend a helping hand, even just a little bit, it would have been enough for us to live comfortably for the rest of our lives,” said Madam Lin.

Song Qitu scoffed, "How naive! Don't you know what kind of person Qiao Lian'er is? She's selfish, vicious, and shrewd. No matter what methods she uses, they won't work."

If they hadn't been completely desperate, they wouldn't have had to struggle outside in the dead of winter to beg for a bite to eat.

"Whatever you need to do, spring will be here in a month or so. I'll pay you the rent then."

An old, hoarse, and anxious voice came from behind. The Song family looked in the direction of the voice and saw Song Fusheng being pushed out by two men and a woman.

While being pushed and shoved, Song Fusheng nearly fell several times, then turned around, clasped his hands in a fist and begged for mercy.

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer. It's the dead of winter. If you kick us out, we'll freeze to death on the street in the middle of the night. Please, please, we won't refuse you, we just need to wait a bit."

"You've been two months behind on rent. You kept saying you'd pay in a few days, but so many days have passed. It's not that we're heartless, we've been lenient with you. It's almost the end of the year, and we wanted to rent out the yard to collect some rent for the New Year. Everyone has a hard time, and it's not right for you to keep the yard like this."

A burly man said with a cold face.

Song Qijin's three-year-old son and Lin's two-year-old daughter were also being dragged along by the two boys, and they were crying loudly.

Although they were very young, living such a life of constant wandering left them with a great deal of fear.

They knew that once they were driven out of this courtyard, they would have nowhere to shelter from the wind and rain. In winter, heavy snow often fell, and now it was all snow outside. They knew they would die in a couple of days.

They didn't want to die.

"Grandpa, Grandpa!" cried three-year-old Song Xiaming.

Despite Song Fusheng's repeated pleas, the landlord remained unmoved. Finally, Song Fusheng steeled his resolve, lowered his knees, and knelt in the snow.

"Old man, what are you doing? Get up! Do you want to shorten my lifespan?" The man of medium build looked angry and reached out to pull him.

"Please have mercy and give us a little more time, otherwise my whole family, young and old, and even the baby in my belly, will die in the street."

Tears streamed down Song Fusheng's wrinkled face.

Song Xiaming and Song Xiajiao cried even louder.

While the landlords hesitated, Song Qimu and his wife Song Qitu also came over and knelt down, pleading.

That woman was the first to soften her heart.

With a mix of annoyance and helplessness, she said, "I'll give you three more days. By then, you either have to pay the rent or get out. Otherwise, kneeling until your knees are raw won't help."

The landlord's family finally left.

Song Fusheng wiped away his tears as he got up from the ground. He was only given three days' grace. Within those three days, they had to raise enough rent and find food, which was simply unrealistic.

“Even shoveling horse manure for a wealthy family is a blessing,” Song Fusheng said, shaking his head.

Bai divided the black steamed buns in her hand into several portions, making the buns suddenly scarce and pitiful. The family ate only a small bite and then swallowed a large mouthful of water.

“What an ingrate!” Song Fusheng closed his eyes and uttered these words.

Everyone else knew who he was talking about.

As Princess Zhenguo, Qiao Lian'er's family had become a noble family, and Song Rui'er's official position was still an official, yet they wouldn't even give them a few copper coins.

But now, they don't even have the energy to curse the two of them anymore.

As night began to fall, the Song family was shrouded in despair.

Song Xiaming secretly slipped out of the courtyard.