Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 342 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 37

Old Fu has stopped eating again, and Song Qin can't figure out what's going on this time.

"Was the lunch I brought back for you not good?" Song Qin asked tentatively.

Logically, that shouldn't be the case; she specifically grabbed those dishes with lots of meat.

Old Fu lay diagonally on the bed, his eyes tightly closed, without uttering a sound.

Song Qin was extremely anxious. She looked at Fu Zhiyi, who was eating by the door, and asked, "Third brother, what's wrong with your father? Why isn't he eating again?"

Fu Zhiyi didn't say anything; how would she know why he wasn't eating again?

If Fu Zhiyi could understand Lao Fu before, she is now starting to feel annoyed with him.

All her classmates came from well-off families, and their fathers all had their own businesses. But her father just lay at home sleeping every day and didn't care about anything else.

Fu Zhiyi felt a mix of emotions. If her father weren't Lao Fu, but someone else, wouldn't her life be a million times better than it is now?

Song Qin was supposed to work overtime tonight, but now she can't.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Song Qin asked worriedly, touching Lao Fu's forehead.

Old Fu smelled the machine oil on Song Qin's sleeve and felt nauseous. He pushed Song Qin away forcefully and sulked.

He didn't like the people here at all; they weren't as simple and honest as the people in his village.

Seeing that he refused to communicate again, Song Qin sighed helplessly: "Then I'll go work overtime."

Overtime opportunities are hard to come by; you don't earn much during the day, but you can earn more by working overtime at night. She finally managed to snag one today.

Upon hearing this, Lao Fu said fiercely, "It was all your fault for wanting to work in this lousy place. I don't want to stay here anymore. We'll go back tomorrow."

Song Qin frowned deeply: "What's wrong? Have you been staying at home all day because someone's upset you?"

The third child has to go to school and won't be back until late at night. She has to go to work, so he's all alone at home, enjoying his leisurely life without having to cook or do laundry.

Old Fu was so angry he was panting: "Are you leaving or not? If you're not leaving, I'll leave by myself tomorrow!"

He's had enough of these snobbish people.

"Okay, okay, I'll leave tomorrow. I'm going to work overtime now, and I'll buy more things to take back tomorrow," Song Qin replied perfunctorily.

She didn't take Lao Fu's words seriously, thinking he was just throwing a tantrum again.

Without thinking twice, she hurriedly ran to the factory.

The work at night is easy and the pay is high. During the day, everyone's faces are filled with despair, but at night, everyone's expressions are much more relaxed.

Song Qin placed the bottle core on the machine and chatted with her partner for the evening.

"Don't you and your man ever go for a walk at night? There's plenty of food across the river," his partner said with a laugh as he sat down.

Song Qin shook her head: "He'd rather shop alone than go out with me."

My partner was a little surprised: "You guys are even younger than me, how come you're like this?"

Song Qin was also helpless: "He just likes someone else."

His partner shook his head: "If you really like someone that much, why get married? You can just stay single for the rest of your life."

Song Qin looked down at the slowly growing plastic bottle, her eyes somewhat dazed: "I don't know him."

Anyway, he was nice to her during the time when they got married, but afterwards he was always very impatient with her.

“He’s not that bad. Before, I felt that my marriage to him would damage his reputation and I wanted to leave. He got so angry that he wanted to jump into the river.”

The partner took the bottle from Song Qin's hand and slowly put on the label.

She glanced around, leaned closer to Song Qin, and lowered her voice: "So, how's things going with you two?"

Song Qin was so frightened that she quickly pushed her away: "We're an old married couple, why are you talking about this and that?"

Even a kiss between middle-aged couples can give them nightmares all night.

Her partner clicked her tongue and shook her head: "So what if you're an old married couple? To be blunt, you two never talk to each other, you don't even go for walks together, and you don't even have sex."

She whispered, "Did you find a man, or did you find yourself a son?"

In the morning, Song Qin would wipe his face with a warm towel. She washed all his clothes, brought him his meals, and would also bring him snacks whenever she had a spare moment.

He's a man, penniless, unable to have children, and doesn't do housework. Everyone who knows him knows he's her man; if they didn't, they'd think she had a son who was practically on his deathbed.

It's embarrassing to tell anyone.

The partner put the bottle on the shelf and said, "My husband is a few years older than yours, and he has a broken leg, but he still goes out to work."

She nudged Song Qin with her shoulder and advised, "Girl, we women sometimes really see things clearly. How can life be the same no matter who you live with?"

“I like sweets. As soon as my husband gets his wages, he goes to the department store to buy me candy and snacks. They’re not expensive, but it’s a token of his affection.”

“He runs a stall and gets home earlier than me. There’s always hot water when I get home, so I can take a shower as soon as I get there.”

His partner counted on his fingers, a happy smile on his face.

“A few days ago, he was imitating those foreigners and did something like a wedding anniversary. He bought me a rose, which was so beautiful. It made me so embarrassed. He's so old and still doing these things. He's not like those young people.”

Once she started talking about her man, she began to chatter on and on.

She's had a tough life, but she has good taste in men, especially after comparing them to Lao Fu.

Song Qin listened quietly, her hands never stopping their work, and she grew increasingly quiet as she listened.

She knew that people couldn't be compared, and that everyone's fate was different.

But seeing other people's genuine happiness still made her feel a little bittersweet.

Her partner finally felt satisfied; she always felt a bit superior to Song Qin.

Seeing that Song Qin didn't speak, she patted Song Qin's shoulder, cleared her throat, and said, "It's okay, sis. Actually, my family also has a lot of unhappy things. Life is for yourself. As long as you're comfortable, that's all that matters. We outsiders don't know anything about it."

The team leader sat on the wooden frame, leisurely fanning himself: "Song Qin, don't pay any attention to her. She talks about her man to others all the time. Song Qin is more capable than you at work. Why don't you say anything about that?"

His partner muttered a few words under his breath and silently moved the wooden shelf full of bottles aside.

We were just chatting about everyday things, nothing more.

Does she think she's so great at her job? She's just a relative who's in charge, so she got a team leader position here. She's always slacking off, but she gets paid so much more than the rest of us.

She even came to stand up for Song Qin, humph!