Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 377 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 72

This matter has caused quite a stir.

Not only did several nearby villages know about it, but even the villagers who came with Song Qin knew.

"Hey, Song Qin, is what happened in your family true?" a fellow villager asked curiously.

Song Qin smiled and said, "That's not true. It's all just rumors."

The man looked at her with some pity.

They're spreading rumors like wildfire; who knows how far this story has gone.

It's pitiful for Song Qin. She works so hard every day, but the man at home can't stay with her.

This is understandable. After all, men are like that; with their wives away from home for so long, it's normal for them to go out and seek some excitement.

The fellow villager standing nearby exhaled a smoke ring: "Song Qin, you really need to think this through. It's fine if he goes out to play, as long as he comes home. But if he doesn't come home at all, that's a bit too much."

Song Qin nodded to him, said nothing more, and turned to leave.

Actually, since she arrived here, these fellow villagers hadn't really interacted with her much, but after this incident, they all started to care about her.

"Song Qin, are you alright? Don't be too sad." Another person arrived, his eyes filled with schadenfreude.

So what if she runs a small business? This kind of thing still happened. How is she any better than him?

Song Qin forced a smile and explained, "I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me."

She knew they weren't really worried about her; they just wanted to see her make a fool of herself.

This news spread like wildfire.

Everyone in the factory knew about it, as did the nearby residents, and they all looked at her with pity.

When the residents of the apartment building meet Fu Zhiyi, they will ask her about her father.

Fu Zhiyi avoided the topic by remaining silent.

These people are really strange. What does it have to do with other people's business? They all come and ask.

The person she was most worried about was Song Qin; she was afraid that Song Qin might do something rash.

When Song Qin got home that evening, she was still packing in the storage room.

She sat on a small stool, sweat dripping from her forehead.

Fu Zhiyi placed a table fan at the entrance of the storage room.

Song Qin looked up and smiled at Fu Zhiyi: "You can play by yourself in your room. Aren't you studying tonight?"

Fu Zhiyi squatted down beside her, shook her head and said, "It's not hot on rainy days lately, so we don't need to turn on the fan."

Watching Song Qin's efficient movements, Fu Zhiyi asked, "Mother, why didn't you let those factories take over the contract?"

Song Qin smiled and said, "I did the math, and it's cheaper to do it myself than to have them do it. Besides, the longer we work with them, the more they take the opportunity to raise their prices. I need to find a new manufacturer in the near future."

"Then I'll help you wrap them." Fu Zhiyi walked into the storage room.

But Song Qin stopped her, looking at her disapprovingly: "What are you doing here? You should go study. Your mother is enough. Don't worry about these things."

Fu Zhiyi remained standing to the side, refusing to leave.

Song Qin said helplessly, "You child, I told you not to worry about your mother. Is your mother that fragile? These are nothing."

Fu Zhiyi was silent for a moment, then asked cautiously, "Mother, do you hate Father?"

Song Qin shook her head: "Mother really doesn't hate you, don't overthink it. And don't hate your father either, what happens between your father and me has nothing to do with you, understand?"

Fu Zhiyi said softly, "I don't understand."

Anyway, she just wants to stand with her mother.

She was still a little worried: "Mother, aren't you really sad?"

She had seen clearly how Song Qin had treated Lao Fu in the past, and she didn't believe that Song Qin didn't care at all.

She was afraid that Song Qin would cry secretly at night without telling her, and that she would suffer from bottling it up.

Song Qin looked at Fu Zhiyi earnestly: "I promise you, I won't do anything foolish. Go on, hurry back to your room and study."

Fu Zhiyi then went back to her room with peace of mind.

She was both happy and confused.

What's gratifying is that her mother doesn't seem to care at all, at least not outwardly. If it were before, she would definitely be crying and making a scene right now.

But what puzzled her was why her mother didn't seem to care at all? Did she already know about it all along?

The clock on the wall ticked away.

The residential buildings gradually quieted down, and apart from the sound of someone snoring, the world was extremely quiet.

Just then, Song Qin's phone suddenly rang.

Song Qin frowned and quickly answered the phone: "What is it?"

Her voice carried a hint of displeasure.

"The high school is closed tomorrow. Do you want to take Zhiyi out for a bite to eat?"

Song Qin lowered her voice: "If she wants to eat, I'll take her myself."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then the voice said, "You've been looking for a new manufacturer lately, I've found one for you, its price..."

Before the other person could finish speaking, Song Qin interrupted her, her voice somewhat hurried: "Alright, don't call me unless it's absolutely necessary. What if Zhiyi finds out?"

Before the other end could continue speaking, Song Qin hung up the phone.

She's already partnered with almost every manufacturer in the area, so it looks like she'll have to go to even more distant places tomorrow.

Days passed by little by little.

Fu Zhiyi has already gone through several monthly exams, and her mental resilience has gradually increased.

She no longer cries every time her grades are released, unlike before.

Her grades were slowly improving, and her mother was no longer blindly kind to her father. Fu Zhiyi felt that everything was getting better.

Gradually, the weather got colder.

The students at the school had already put on their cotton-padded coats.

This place is by the sea, so the winters here are warmer than back home.

Song Qin often told Fu Zhiyi, "Next year, I'll have your brother and sister come here for the New Year. Your sister is afraid of the cold, so this place would be perfect for her."

Fu Zhiyi nodded in agreement.

I don't know why, but Song Xianyin goes out and runs around every day. She should be in very good health.

But in winter her body becomes like an ice cube, especially her feet.

Before, the two of them would share a quilt, and Song Xianyin's feet would occasionally touch her, always waking her up from the cold.

She tried everything from folk remedies to soaking her feet before bed, but her feet just wouldn't get warm.

She was also more sensitive to the cold than others, and always dressed in thick, round clothes in winter. But because their clothes were so thin, no matter how many layers she wore, she was always cold.

Final exams are coming up again soon.

This time, Fu Zhiyi didn't care much about the exam results; all she wanted to do was go home immediately.

Their family can finally be reunited.

Last time she went back by herself, her mother didn't go back, but a family isn't a family if Song Qin isn't there.

This time when I went back, I still brought lots of bags and packages, but most of them were clothes I bought for them.

"Mom, when are we going home?" Fu Zhiyi asked impatiently as soon as the exam was over.

Song Qin's face was flushed from the cold wind. She smiled through her breath and said, "I'll be back, I'll be back in a few days. I'll finish dealing with these goods first."