Quick Wear: BE cannon fodder does not follow the routine

Chapter 412 The Cold School Prince Is Affectionate (28)

"Well, let her go to court and speak before the law. She won't cry until she sees the coffin."

"Don't talk about my mom like that!"

"You little bastards, your wings have become hard and you have grown crooked."

Rong Yue looked at the tightly closed door, her palms turned red and bled. She didn't believe that the person who could chase away the thugs for her would be so cold-blooded!

If she could do it again, she would never take Song Taohan's paintings. Even if the Song family did not sue her, her reputation in this place would be ruined. This morning, some girls threw rotten eggs and vegetable leaves at her.

"Divorce if you want. Don't think I'm afraid of you."

"You bastard!"

The originally harmonious family is now in chaos. She only hopes that Song Taohan can forgive her. She doesn't want to go to jail or have a criminal record.

"Make her kneel down, or she will be sent to prison for reform."

After kneeling for a day and a night, Song's mother kept crying, but Shi Yujiao and her son refused to give in, and even called a lawyer to come to their home.

"Cousin, this is blackmail. The law does not tolerate moral blackmail. My cousin's husband's words don't count."

"I'm wrong. It's Yueyue's fault. Please spare her. I'll kowtow to you."

Shi Yujiao: "Anyway, this matter has been widely spread. We are the victims and have no responsibility to forgive you."

Of course she knew that if they continued to be aggressive, netizens who did not know the truth would definitely say that they were fussing over a painting, and they would lose the support of the people.

Three days later, Shi Yujiao said to the Rong family who came to plead again: "We are not that hard to talk to. You stole things first and then tried to beat my son. Even clay people have tempers."

"Sister-in-law, you are right. It's my bad temper that makes my nephew angry..."

"I don't have a brother as old as you. How about this? Each person in your family writes a copy of the Buddhist sutra and sends it to me every day for a total of 49 days. We will take this as forgiveness for you."

"Okay! Let's not just say it takes forty-nine days, we'll write it for a year."

"I've written down whoever wrote it. If the handwriting is wrong, then we'll meet in court."

There was a flash of joy in Rong Yue's eyes. The content she received in her hand was a Buddhist scripture about repentance, which seemed like she had grabbed a life-saving straw.

After the Rong family left, Shi Yujiao and his wife went into their son's room, where there was a small mourning hall.

"Wife, my son said that the girl's reincarnation into a better family would be better this way. Is that true?"

"Get lost, you traitor. Xixi is so kind, let's just do this to accumulate some good karma for her."

The Rong family would send copied Buddhist scriptures every day regardless of weather conditions. Many people thought that the Song family was stingy about this, but some people thought it was appropriate.

"Here you go again. You stole something and you want to beat up someone else's son. If it were my house, I would have used a kitchen knife to beat him."

"It's this girl who always hangs out with those hooligans. Her father is a policeman."

"I think the Song family is too weak. Can't they resist when they are bullied?"

"It's a matter of one person willing to fight and the other willing to be beaten. If her father and Lao Song had not been in the same army, it would be even more difficult to talk about it."

"She is a celebrity now."

Rong Yue held the copied Buddhist scriptures tightly. Song Taohan was humiliating her, but she could not resist, otherwise she would be marked for life and her children would also be affected.

Her parents are planning to move. Because of her, there are quarrels at home almost every day. Her older and younger brothers also ignore her because they were ridiculed at school.

If time could go back, she would never like Song Taohan again. The price to pay was too high.

After going upstairs, she knocked on the door, left her things in a cardboard box next to her and left.

After going downstairs, she walked aimlessly in Wutong Alley. When she saw a group of thugs, she came back to her senses.

"Brother, isn't this the unlucky star? I didn't expect to see him after so long."

"What bad luck! He's a famous thief. His father is a policeman and his mother works in the anti-fraud propaganda department. People with this kind of family education can be spoiled. You'd better be careful. You never know when he will stab you."

"Forget it, this girl might be possessed by some demon. The last time we bumped into her, we had bad luck."

"Go, go, go, it's unlucky, don't look at it anymore."

Those people saw that even the most powerful gangster group nearby was afraid of Rong Yue, so they looked at each other carefully.

"Could it be that she is a transformed monster?"

"It must be. There have been many strange things happening in Wutong Alley over the past year. It must be the work of a monster."

"No more talking, wait till she sets her sights on you."

Seeing that everyone avoided her like the plague, Rong Yue had long been accustomed to it. It turned out that being out of place was such a painful thing.

Just as I was about to leave the alley, a voice called out from behind: "Rong Yue, Rong Yue, wait a minute."

Rong Yue stopped when she was called and looked behind, only to see a spirited young man with dyed blue hair calling her.

"Are you... okay?"

The boy got nervous when he saw Rong Yue, and stammered, "I...you...I know you didn't mean it, it's the Song family who went too far, forcing you like this just for a painting."

Rong Yue felt her eyes sore after someone revealed her thoughts, but she didn't want to embarrass herself and cry in front of outsiders.

"Who are you? Even if I did it on purpose, what can you do?"

"I...don't be angry, I just can't bear to see you being wronged, and I want to help you."

"Help me? How else can you help me? Are you going to shorten the life of that woman who's been making sarcastic remarks all the time?"

Rong Yue felt that Song Taohan was not so cold-hearted. He had always been a modest gentleman in school. He must have been misled by his mother, so he insisted on embarrassing herself.

But Song's father had forgiven her a long time ago. It was all that woman's fault.

"Which woman are you talking about?"

"Pretend I didn't say that."

"Rong Yue, as long as you are willing to speak out, I will definitely help you vent your anger, believe me."

"Why should I believe you? Go away, you all are bullying me... wuwuwu!"

Seeing Rong Yue crying, the boy couldn't help but hug her in his arms and comforted her softly: "It's okay, it will be okay, I know who it is."

"I don't want your pity. I'm leaving this place soon, and I won't know who you are anymore."

"You don't need to know who I am."

There was a fierce flash in his eyes as he secretly thought about what to do next.

A few days later, Shi Yujiao returned home, but she was surprised to find that the house smelled strongly of gas, yet it didn't seem like it was her home.

She checked the house inside and out, and felt relieved only after making sure that there was no problem. However, she did not expect to see the formation left by Gu Yuxi appear, and it turned into two, and both flew away through the window.

The next second, Shi Yujiao heard a loud noise in her ears. She looked to the opposite side not far away and saw a room on fire. The fire was only targeting that family.

The remaining half of the formation flew to an unknown place. Shi Yujiao immediately knelt down and clasped her hands together: "Xixi, are you hinting something to Auntie? Auntie knows."

Song Taohan, who had gone to Wucheng to continue looking for a place, was not at home. Her husband had gone out to deliver goods. Someone must have wanted to harm them.

She picked up the Buddhist scriptures copied by the Rong family and said with tears in her eyes, "Xixi, I can't bear to leave you, but you won't come back to see me."