Chapter 11: Three Days After Marrying into the Qin Family, Beating Someone Up

Chapter 11: The Third Day of Marriage into the Qin Family, Beating Someone Up

“What are you all making a racket for in my room?!”

Qin Mingsong had just fallen asleep after drinking and was woken up by the noise, his belly full of fire.

But years of self-restraint only led him to get out of bed with a cold face.

Seeing Song Xiu kneeling pitifully before Song Jin and begging, and recalling what Song Xiu had said yesterday, Qin Mingsong was biased and assumed Song Jin was bullying someone again.

“You dare to bully your own sister in public; just how vicious must you have been in the past? A woman like you is not fit to enter the doors of my Qin family!”

Qin Mingsong rebuked Song Jin with a face as cold as frost.

Immediately, Qin Mingsong sternly ordered Qin Chi, “Dalang, divorce this woman! Lest she ruin the reputation of our Qin family.”

The surroundings fell silent.

What was Qin Mingsong saying?

Asking Dalang to divorce his wife?

The others felt that Song Jin was acting strangely today, having abandoned the gentleness of a refined young lady to strike people with more agility than they possessed, but the thought of divorce had never crossed their minds.

In the countryside, divorce was a monumental affair.

Before Song Jin or the others could speak, Qin Chi, who had been addressed by his uncle, said slowly, “Uncle, have you forgotten? Our Qin family are just dirt-legged peasants, not a high-ranking household; we don’t go in for divorces.

Besides, Grandma said the family’s silver is all to be used for your studies. Even if I wanted to divorce and remarry, I don’t have the money.”

These words caused Qin Mingsong’s handsome face to twist for a moment.

Qin Chi’s words were unpleasant but true.

Old Madam Liu, hearing that the family coffers would have to pay for a remarriage, was immediately displeased. “Let’s just forget about the divorce. Which family in the village doesn’t have its share of squabbles?”

“Mother is right. Why divorce over such a small matter?” Young Madam Liu also didn’t want the family to spend money.

Madam Li, who usually didn’t meddle in others' affairs, actually stood up to chime in today: “There’s no conclusion yet on who is right and who is wrong. Uncle shouldn’t be so quick to pass judgment.”

After saying this, Madam Li glanced at Song Xiu.

Song Xiu shrank her neck under that gaze; she felt as if Madam Li knew something.

Everyone looked toward Old Man Qin.

The one who truly held the reins in this house was Old Man Qin.

Old Man Qin asked, “Dalang’s wife, you tell us.”

Song Jin noticed Song Xiu, who was clutching her leg, trembling. She pulled Song Xiu away slightly, crouched down, and whispered a few words into her ear.

Upon hearing them, Song Xiu’s small face twisted for a moment.

After an internal struggle, Song Xiu nodded. She took a purse from her sleeve, secretly stuffed it into Song Jin’s hand, and then gritted her teeth, whispering, “Song Jin, you’d better keep your word.”

“Of course. I won’t expose you in public.”

Song Jin tucked the purse away without a trace.

Or rather, she hadn’t intended to say it in public anyway.

Although exposing Song Xiu and letting her reap what she sowed would be satisfying, what if it spread outside?

Song Xiu’s reputation would be ruined.

What good would that do for her, Song Jin?

But letting Song Jin do nothing was a bitter pill she couldn’t swallow.

When their father sent them away in his time of crisis, he hoped that in a strange environment, the two of them would support each other. It wasn't meant to be like this, a chaotic mess that completely violated his original intention, but there was no other way.

She believed that if her father knew the reason, he would forgive her, the older sister, wouldn't he?

The aura Song Jin radiated at this moment was quite intimidating.

Song Jin said to Old Man Qin, “Some things are not suitable to be said in front of a crowd. If they were to accidentally spread, it would be to no one’s benefit.”

Old Man Qin understood immediately.

He waved his hand, signaling the others to leave.

Old Madam Liu lingered, not wanting to leave.

Old Man Qin glared at her angrily. “Get out! If you dawdle any longer, do you want a taste of my temper?”

“I am the one who runs this house! What is it that I can’t hear?” Old Madam Liu was extremely dissatisfied.

“I said get out, so get out!”

Seeing that Old Man Qin was about to lose his temper, Old Madam Liu finally left.

Once she stepped outside and saw the others gathered there, Old Madam Liu immediately found an outlet for her frustration, raising her voice to scold them

“What are you all standing here like idiots for? Is your work finished?! Get to work, all of you! Who swept the courtyard? If I catch anyone slacking off, you’ll sweep it again…”

Old Madam Liu’s cursing could be heard, but it became much quieter once the door was shut.

Inside the room.

Only five people remained.

Old Man Qin and the two newlywed couples.

Just as Song Jin was about to speak, a subtle movement came from the door. “Husband, go guard the door. Some things are better known by fewer people.”

Qin Chi smiled and helplessly complied.

Old Madam Liu had her ear pressed against the door panel, trying to eavesdrop, when the door suddenly opened a crack. Qin Chi said in a slightly louder voice, “Grandma! Eavesdropping is not the behavior of a gentleman.”

“Go on, go on! I’m a woman!”

What did a gentleman have to do with her, Old Madam Liu?

Old Man Qin was furious. “Old Madam Liu, get back to your room!”

“Oh, this stubborn old man…”

Old Madam Liu had no choice but to leave, feeling resentful.

Song Jin didn’t hold back anymore. She laid out the ugly truth of how Song Xiu had twisted the facts and slandered her, only to be met with Song Xiu’s look of disbelief.

“Sister! You just promised me—”

Before Song Xiu could finish her agitated words, Song Jin interrupted her.

“Song Xiu, I promised not to expose you in public, but there are only a few people here now; it doesn’t count as public. If some things aren’t clarified in time, it will inevitably lead to a big joke.”

When she said the last sentence, Song Jin was looking at Qin Mingsong.

It was as if the one who would become the joke was him.

This made Qin Mingsong feel terrible.

Thinking back to what Song Jin had just said—if it were the truth, then he had believed Song Xiu’s one-sided story and said those things to Song Jin earlier—Qin Mingsong felt utterly ashamed.

Qin Mingsong wasn’t brainless.

Since Song Jin dared to say this in front of Old Man Qin, the truth was likely very close to what she said.

Qin Mingsong looked at Old Man Qin in shame. “Father, is what she said just now true?”

Old Man Qin nodded.

Old Madam Liu had been involved in this matter, so it wasn’t hard to verify.

Song Xiu was now completely stunned, like a frost-bitten eggplant, cold sweat dripping down. “No, I didn’t mean to harm my sister, I just… I just…”

Then, Song Xiu grabbed Qin Mingsong, saying in a panicked and helpless tone, “I just like you too much and wanted to marry you. What did I do wrong?”

“I did nothing wrong! Nothing!”

Even at this point, Song Xiu refused to admit her mistake.

Suddenly, Song Xiu turned to Song Jin like a madwoman. “Give me back the purse, you liar!”

Song Jin dodged the lunging Song Xiu and pushed her toward Qin Mingsong, warning, “Manage your wife yourself; don’t let her cause any more trouble.”

Brushing off her sleeves, Song Jin added, “Grandfather, today’s events won’t spread, will they?”

“This matter ends here.”

Old Man Qin walked out with a dark face and immediately gathered the family, issuing a gag order.

He forbade the Qin family from spreading the scandal, specifically warning the two daughters who were visiting not to go back and tell anyone, not even their husbands or children.

Song Jin had beaten someone up on her third day in the Qin family, and not only did Old Man Qin not punish her, he even forbade anyone from talking about it.

From then on, the fact that Song Jin was not to be trifled with became deeply ingrained in everyone’s hearts.

Next chapter tomorrow.