Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 373 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 68

Song Qin found that since she started looking for work, she didn't have so many random thoughts in her mind.

She no longer worries about who is bullying her at the factory, nor about how Lao Fu is doing at home, whether he is eating or dressing well.

The most important thing now is to make money and raise our three children so that they won't be unable to afford college when they go to university.

Song Qin glanced at her phone.

She hadn't called Lao Fu in a long time and wondered how he was doing.

I remember last month Lao Jiang told her that Lao Fu just sleeps and eats all day long, and never goes out for a walk. He looks several years older.

"Boss Song, are these clothes supposed to be placed here?" a worker asked Song Qin with difficulty, carrying a stack of clothes.

Song Qin quickly put down her phone: "Yes, yes, yes, that's where it is."

She smiled at the workers and said, "Don't call me Boss Song, just call me by my name. I'm just doing a small business."

Only factory owners can be called bosses, right? People like her who run small businesses are too embarrassed to accept being called bosses.

The worker grinned at her and said, "Okay, Sister Song."

Song Qin quite liked this factory.

They make clothes quickly and the quality is good. Most importantly, you can communicate with them.

She suffered a lot of losses recently. The factories she contacted were expensive and had bad attitudes. Every time she asked them to change something, they looked impatient.

Just then, Song Qin's phone rang; it was an unfamiliar number.

She frowned and answered the phone.

"Hello, who is this? Who is it?"

A calm female voice came from the other end of the phone: "Are you Song Xianyin's parent? I'm her homeroom teacher."

Song Qin's brows furrowed immediately.

"Hello, teacher. Please wait a moment."

Song Qin quickly said to the workers, "I'll come to settle the bill with you later. I have something to do right now. We're regular customers, so I won't delay paying you."

The worker nodded: "Okay, okay, we understand."

Song Qin quickly ran to the side to answer the phone.

The teacher on the other end of the phone said something, and Song Qin's brows furrowed even more.

"Okay, I understand. I'll talk to his dad. Thank you, teacher."

"Oh right, I'm not there. I'm working outside, so I don't usually know much about Song Xianyin's situation. Okay, okay, I understand."

Li Jun was extremely pleased with himself at this moment.

He sat in his seat and looked around, waiting for Song Xianyin to apologize to him.

The man she found beat Song Xianyin so badly that he bled; he had hardly ever bled in his life.

Moreover, she's a girl who's dating an older boy, so she's not exactly a respectable girl.

Li Jun looked at the classmate who went to Song Xianyin to get a drawing, and his face showed some displeasure.

"Why do you still ask her to draw for you? Don't you know she's immoral? Or are you a bunch of immoral people too?"

The others pretended not to hear; if they couldn't afford to offend them, they could at least avoid them.

Li Jun stood angrily next to Song Xianyin and pulled those people away.

"Did you hear what I told you? She was with an older guy last night, and I don't know what kind of shady things they were doing behind my back."

The students next to them exchanged a silent glance and returned to their seats.

Song Xianyin almost laughed when she saw his swollen face.

"Li Jun, how can you be so shameless? I thought you were so capable. If I had known it would be like this, I would have done it myself even if I was lame."

Li Jun sneered, "You want to do it yourself? You'll find out in a few days."

He has already told many people about Song Xianyin's secret rendezvous with a man. She hasn't reacted yet, but in a few days we'll see what kind of punishment an immoral girl will receive.

He felt a little sorry for her future man. Did he know that she had been hooking up with a guy since junior high school? And it happened at night, when they were alone together.

The moon hung high in the sky that night, and Fu Zhiyi returned home exhausted.

As soon as she opened the door, she heard Song Qin talking on the phone.

"You're out of money? I remember I gave you a lot of money back then."

"How much money did you take? Even if you took a lot, how long has it been? Have you counted it? Are you telling me to starve?" Old Fu's impatient voice came from the other end of the phone.

Song Qin was extremely exhausted.

She had been busy with Song Xianyin's matter all afternoon, but when she answered the phone in the evening, she was met with another round of scolding.

"Does the village spend money that much? You've spent more money in the village than I have here," Song Qin couldn't help but say.

Even if she earns a lot now, she can't spend it like this. She needs to save all this money for her three children.

Old Fu sneered: "What are you saving this money for? Isn't it for your family? You're still thinking about these three kids, while your husband is starving to death."

Song Qin was silent for a moment: "I don't have much money on me right now. I'll send it to you when I get the money in a few days."

Old Fu's voice grew even more impatient: "A few days is a few days? I'm starving to death right now, and you're still talking about a few days? Have you even thought about me? I'm helping you take care of the two kids at home, and you, on the other hand, have gone over there and gotten all high and mighty. I bet you don't even want the two kids anymore, do you?"

Song Qin had a terrible headache: "That's not what I meant."

"If that's not what you meant, then hurry up and send the money back! I may not eat, but the two kids need to eat too. Do you want them to starve to death?"

Song Qin sighed and replied, "Okay, okay, I'll send you the money back the day after tomorrow."

There are many things she doesn't want to talk about.

She had previously given Lao Fu a sum of money to manage, and asked him to divide that money among Fu Ci and Song Xianyin.

However, when Fu Zhiyi went back and asked, she found out that Lao Fu had never given them that money.

Song Qin felt extremely sorry for Fu Ci and Song Xianyin. They had only spent so little money over such a long time, and they hadn't even told her.

Fu Zhiyi sat at the table and ate her meal quietly.

Her father definitely has enough money, but it's unclear who he spends it on.

Fu Zhiyi felt that the meal was becoming increasingly bitter.

Actually, she discovered something at home, but she didn't dare tell anyone.

One night she saw her father sneaking out of the house, and then she heard a woman's voice at the door.

She was afraid that if she told her mother about it, her mother would be devastated. So she kept it to herself.

Seeing Song Qin come out wiping away her tears, Fu Zhiyi couldn't help but say, "Mom, don't give Dad so much money. He must have taken it to play with."

Song Qin forced a smile: "Don't worry about that, just focus on your studies."