Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 344 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 39

Because Song Qin disagreed with returning to the countryside, Lao Fu started giving her the cold shoulder again.

He lies in bed every day, neither speaking nor eating, which infuriates Song Qin, but she can't do anything about it.

"Go ahead and starve yourself! I work so hard at the factory every day, and I still have to bring your meals back to you. You just keep nagging me!" Song Qin couldn't help but cry.

She sat on the sofa, her sobs growing more and more pitiful. Before, the man beat her with a stick, but now Lao Fu beat her with his heart.

He didn't know how tired he was from working in the fields every day, and he didn't know that the villagers were laughing at him behind his back because he didn't go out to work.

He just talked about her in a condescending way, looked down on her, and even felt ashamed to stand with her.

"The person I owe the least to in my life is you!" Song Qin was utterly devastated.

The workload of the day was already overwhelming, and when she got home she still had to see his disgusted face.

Everyone praises Song Qin for being capable, so why is she nothing in his eyes?

When Fu Zhiyi returned home, she saw a mess everywhere. Bowls were broken all over the floor, and food was sticky and mushy on the ground. She heard Song Qin crying, and the bedroom was quiet and dark. She suddenly felt a little tired.

When Song Qin saw Fu Zhiyi return, she shrieked, "I'm getting a divorce from your father! I can't stay here any longer, Fu Zhiyi, who will you live with!"

Song Qin cried as she watched the bedroom, but the person was lying diagonally, their figure hidden in the darkness, making no sound.

Song Qin was in utter despair, and she helplessly covered her face.

Fu Zhiyi lowered her eyes, put down her schoolbag, and silently began cleaning.

“You’re just like your father, heartless. You’re even more heartless than Song Xianyin. If I had known, I would have brought the second son with me. She wouldn’t have been able to come even if she wanted to…” Song Qin cried loudly.

"Do you find me annoying right now? Are you on your dad's side too? Say something!"

Fu Zhiyi frowned, put down the winnowing basket, looked towards the bedroom, and said, "Dad, say something."

Their marital problems always involve her.

At first, Fu Zhiyi would comfort Song Qin, saying that no matter what, she would stay with her. Several times they even threatened to go back to their hometown to get a divorce, but the two would reconcile after a couple of days.

An endless cycle, with suffering playing out continuously.

Fu Zhiyi looked at the figure lying on the bed with disgust. He was always silent. He was silent when Song Qin had back pain, he was silent when Song Qin was admitted to the hospital, and he was silent every time Song Qin was driven crazy.

They reaped all the benefits by remaining silent.

Fu Zhiyi felt sorry for Song Qin, but sometimes she hated her. She worked so hard outside and was so fierce when she went to find Qin Jun, but she could never bring herself to be ruthless when faced with this kind of situation.

"Mom works so hard, and you still upset her every day. You might as well just go home."

Fu Zhiyi was cleaning up the trash on the ground, holding her breath.

Old Fu immediately exploded: "You dare talk back to me? You think you're all grown up now after a few years of schooling? You believe I'll beat you to death!"

"Go ahead and kill her! You might as well kill me too! You're the only one left at home before school starts, right?!" Song Qin was trembling with anger.

Fu Zhiyi tidied up her things on the floor and went straight back to her room.

The sounds of arguing outside the door could still be clearly heard. She lay on the bed and closed her eyes wearily.

She did very poorly on the midterm exam.

She used to be number one, but this time she ranked over 300th in her grade.

She didn't know if she wasn't working hard enough, or if the people at this school were just too amazing.

She studies every day, but she still couldn't beat those who sleep in class every day. That's not fair.

Fu Zhiyi's tears streamed into the blankets as she sobbed softly, her heart aching with pain.

Song Qin stopped talking to Lao Fu altogether and chose to have Fu Zhiyi speak on her behalf.

Ask Fu Zhiyi to deliver a message, ask Fu Zhiyi to bring something to Lao Fu, and ask Fu Zhiyi to argue with Lao Fu.

Fu Zhiyi was under pressure from both declining grades and family pressure, and the smiles on her face became fewer and fewer.

When the weekend came, Song Qin took Fu Zhiyi to the phone booth. She wanted to tell Fu Ci about this and let the other man in the family make the decision.

“Your father is really too much. I could tolerate him before, but now his temper is getting worse and worse, and I can’t reason with him at all.” Song Qin started to cry as she spoke.

Fu Ci was saying something on the other end of the line, and Song Qin's emotions gradually calmed down. Her voice became firm: "Fine, then I'll leave him alone for now. Let him do whatever he wants."

“Yes, what am I afraid of? I go to the factory every day and get paid. He should be the one who’s afraid.”

Seeing Song Qin gradually calm down, Fu Zhiyi felt even more upset.

Isn't what my older brother said the same as what she said before? Why didn't Mother listen to her when she said it before, but she immediately listens to what my older brother says?

"The third one? She's here, right next to me. She didn't do very well on her midterms, and she's been unhappy lately." Song Qin glanced helplessly at Fu Zhiyi.

She brushed the stray hairs from Fu Zhiyi's face and continued speaking to the person opposite her: "She's been looking so listless. I've told her not to put so much pressure on herself. I don't have high expectations for you all."

She smiled at Fu Zhiyi: "Did you hear that? Your sister is worried about you. If only you had half the attitude of your second sister."

Fu Zhiyi listened silently, without saying a word.

She shoved the microphone into Fu Zhiyi's hand: "Come on, say a few words to your sister. You two sisters haven't chatted in a long time."

"Oh, I didn't say I wanted to talk to her. You guys go ahead and play." Song Xianyin's voice came clearly from the other end.

Her voice was the same as before, unchanged.

The air quieted down, and Song Qin looked at Fu Zhiyi, gesturing for her to speak.

Fu Zhiyi held the microphone, unsure of what to say.

Song Qin thought she was too embarrassed to say it, so she went outside to chat with the vendors.

"Hey, Fu Zhiyi." Song Xianyin greeted him awkwardly when she heard the breathing on the other end.

It's a bit strange; the two of them haven't spoken in a long time, but they didn't talk much before either.

Hearing the familiar voice, Fu Zhiyi's emotions surged up. She bit her lip tightly, but weak sobs still couldn't be suppressed and poured out.

Her left hand gripped the railing tightly, and her shoulders trembled involuntarily.

After hearing the voice on the other end of the line, Song Xianyin was silent for a moment: "Do you want to come back? Actually, my current school is not bad."

Fu Zhiyi was crying so hard she couldn't speak a complete sentence. There was no going back. She had seen the outside world and she didn't want to go back.

But staying here, her pride has been completely crushed.