Chen Jinlan pointed at Song Jiajia, unable to say a word for a long time.
Song Jiajia: "Mom, don't say anything more. I'm definitely marrying Brother Lu."
Chen Jinlan: "I disagree. What's meant for whom, stays with whom! Tomorrow, have Jiang Jingming come over to talk about the marriage, and the wedding will be in a week!"
After finishing, Chen Jinlan glanced at Sang Yu, who was standing beside her.
Sang Yu had her head lowered and said nothing.
Because she knew that the reborn Song Jiajia would mess everything up.
She only needed to let the clashing parties fight, and she would benefit.
"Mom! I stayed at Brother Lu's house last night, and when I came out today, everyone saw it." Song Jiajia directly played her trump card.
She spent last night sleeping with Lu Hao's sister, Lu Ting.
But what did that matter, as long as she stayed at Lu Hao's house.
This time, Chen Jinlan was truly infuriated by Song Jiajia: "Song Jiajia! Are you trying to kill me!"
Sang Yu stepped back a few steps, giving Chen Jinlan space to unleash her anger.
Song Jiajia then hid behind Lu Hao.
At this moment, Lu Hao vaguely felt something was amiss. If Sang Yu was the vain one, Chen Jinlan's anger should be directed at Sang Yu rather than Song Jiajia.
However, considering Song Jiajia's status, he pretended to be unaware.
After all, she came to him willingly.
Song Jiajia is much more valuable than Sang Yu.
"Auntie, please calm down." Lu Hao blocked Chen Jinlan.
Chen Jinlan: "Anyway, I won't agree with this, nor will your father."
Song Jiajia was not afraid at all, "You don't have to worry about that. I'll talk to Dad."
After speaking, Song Jiajia looked smugly at Sang Yu.
In the previous life, Sang Yu was empty-handed when she married Lu Hao, yet Lu Hao still became quite well-off.
She had a father who was a factory director, who could offer Lu Hao even greater help.
This time around, she was sure she would have a better life than Sang Yu did in the previous lifetime.
Seeing Song Jiajia's stubbornness, Chen Jinlan could say nothing, only sat on the chair gulping down water.
Sang Yu stood for a while and got tired, "Auntie, I'm heading back to my room."
Chen Jinlan glanced at Sang Yu with displeasure, "Go ahead, and don't covet what's not yours."
Things that don't belong to her? Speaking about whom?
Couldn't be her, right?
How ridiculous, who's really coveting whom here?
But Sang Yu didn't refute; now was not the time to argue, so she timidly nodded.
She turned to go back to her room; she didn't have time to play their games, she still needed to prepare her drawings.
As for Lu Hao, who did nothing throughout, such a worthless man was only desirable to someone as brainless as Song Jiajia.
Sang Yu returned to her room and took out paper and a pen from her clothing.
"What story should I draw?"
"At this time, there's no Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf yet, right? Then I'll draw Grey Goat and Happy Wolf. Sorry in advance."
Having said that, Sang Yu picked up the pen and started drawing, gradually becoming engrossed in her work.
The sun had already set when she heard Song Zhenhua's angry shout outside.
Only then did Sang Yu lift her head from her drawings.
Seeing the diminishing stack of paper, she could only submit these to a magazine first, earn money, and then buy more paper.
But, if she could get those three thousand yuan, that would be great.
Suddenly, the arguing outside stopped.
After about ten minutes, Sang Yu's room door was knocked on.
Sang Yu opened the door and saw Song Jiajia standing smugly at the doorway: "Come out."
Sang Yu raised an eyebrow, had she persuaded Song Zhenhua?
How did she manage it?
Could it be that she told Song Zhenhua about her rebirth?
Song Zhenhua was someone fixated on interests, devoid of emotions. If this were true, perhaps Song Zhenhua really might be tempted by the thought of Lu Hao being wealthy in the previous life.
Sang Yu walked into the living room, finding Song Zhenhua sitting there with a stern face.
Beside him was Chen Jinlan, looking unwilling.
Lu Hao had already left. Maybe Song Zhenhua had settled things with others.
Sang Yu: "Uncle, Aunt."
Song Zhenhua looked at Sang Yu and said, "Little Yu, I apologize for today."
Sang Yu said nothing. Old man, there were countless things you owed the original owner.
"Little Yu, you don't have any feelings for Lu Hao, and Jiajia insists on marrying him, so look..."
Sang Yu restrained her emotions, raised her head, and looked at Song Zhenhua, her eyes seemingly moist: "Uncle, you don't need to say more. I understand. Since Cousin has her sights on Lu Hao, I'm willing to let her have him."
Upon hearing this, Song Jiajia got upset: "Sang Yu! You—"
"Shut up!" Song Zhenhua slapped the table and shot Song Jiajia a warning glance.
Song Jiajia then reluctantly fell silent.
"Little Yu, I'm sorry to you. Previously, when Jiajia was engaged to Jingming, a dowry was given. Now that Jiajia won't marry him, it's difficult for us to explain to them."
Back then, Song Jiajia's grandfather saved Jiang Jingming's grandfather, so the two elders arranged their engagement when Song Jiajia and Jiang Jingming were mere children.
To express sincerity, Jiang Jingming's grandfather gave a dowry of eight hundred and eighty-eight yuan.
Eight hundred eighty-eight was not a small sum, especially back then.
Now, even if Song Zhenhua possessed such money, he wouldn't willingly part with it.
Making Song Zhenhua give up money felt like taking his life.
But apologies, Sang Yu did intend to take Song Zhenhua's life for the original owner this time.
As soon as Song Zhenhua spoke, Chen Jinlan sharply looked at Sang Yu.
Her eyes filled with reluctance, even though Jiang Jingming's family was all lost in an accident.
Nevertheless, Jiang Jingming now served as a team leader in the police department. Just this profession was enviable enough.
Thinking such a good son-in-law would go to Sang Yu, Chen Jinlan felt nothing but outrage.
Seeing Song Jiajia's smug expression only intensified her disappointment!
"Uncle, what do you mean..."
"I heard that Jiajia already traded engagement tokens with you, how about you marry Jingming instead? Jingming is a good kid and a team leader. If you marry him, I can finally answer to your mother."
Song Zhenhua's words sounded so sincere.
Sang Yu coldly sneered inwardly.
"Uncle, since you said so, I'm willing, but..."
Upon hearing Sang Yu willing, Song Jiajia quickly asked: "But what?"
"Sang Yu, marrying Jiang Jingming is a blessing for you, as he's a team leader in the police department. You're going to have a fortunate life, and I'm gifting you such a good match. You should be thankful!"
Sang Yu suddenly looked at Song Jiajia and said: "If it's such a good match, Cousin should keep it for herself. I'm afraid I'm not worthy."
Song Jiajia's expression immediately changed, and Song Zhenhua frowned displeased: "Jiajia!"
Song Jiajia glared at Sang Yu but said no more.
Song Zhenhua looked at Sang Yu, his eyes filled with calculation: "Little Yu, but what? Just make your demands."
"Really?" Sang Yu's round eyes gleamed with innocence and timidity.
"Of course." Song Zhenhua smiled lovingly.
Only he knew his heart had long turned darker than coal.
"Uncle, I recall when my parents left, someone gave them a sum of money, seemed like three thousand yuan, and I recall uncle kept it safe for us. I'm getting married, could you return it to me?"
Upon hearing this, Song Zhenhua's smile froze instantly on his face.