Han Qingsong looked at them before he glanced at the Old Man Han who was standing at the door of the main room. These people were all pressuring him to break up with Lin Lan.
Lin Lan couldn’t stand to see them being so arrogant so she said through the window, “Divorcing is fine, but the alimony cannot be discounted for. It costs at least 12 Yuan a month for a child and 20 for an adult— go figure.”
Sure enough, Han Qingsong didn’t say anything and the Old Lady Han was going to jump up and down with rage once more.
The Han family’s eldest sister-in-law and her husband advised, “Mother, third brother has come all the way back from camp. He’s probably tired and hungry, so let’s eat first.”
The Old Lady Han muttered, “The food in the army is better than ours, anyway. Every day, they eat a lavish serving of white noodles and meat, so what are you worrying about?” Besides, Old Three has so many goods with him, how is it possible that he wouldn’t snack on something good on the way home?
If it were up to her, she didn’t feel like eating if she wasn’t able to get the money back. How was she supposed to have the appetite to eat when she encountered such financial loss? The entire family should eat until they get the money back.
Since it got dark, they could only light the lights in the main room as the Old Lady Han started to nag about the waste of fuel that was all caused by a certain unfilial person.
The eldest sister-in-law was quite embarrassed as she gave a look of apology to the third brother. Old Three had just returned, so the least they could do was cut him some slack and think about his image; yet the old lady was criticizing his wife in front of his face.
During the meal, no one came out of the East Wing. Old Man Han was upset as he said, “It’s already time to eat, how many times should she be invited?”
Though, Old Lady Han wished they wouldn’t come out to eat.
Han Qingsong, “I’ll get them.”
He went to the window and heard some low mutters from the room. Probably because of his presence, the faint sounds instantly became silent. He didn’t speak through the window, but pushed the door as he went in, “Let’s eat first.”
There was no light in the room and no one responded.
His eyes got used to the dark and there, he saw Lin Lan laying on the kang with Xiaowang in her arms, whereas Maisui and Erwang were chatting there.
The voices weren’t this nasally just now, though.
Han Qingsong, “What’s wrong?”
Maisui burst into tears, “Dad, look at mother’s arms. Her shoulders and back are all purple with bruises.”
Hearing that, Han Qingsong stepped forward and said, “Light the lamp.”
Erwang pursed his lips, “We don’t have any lights in our room. Grandma said that we eat at dawn, sleep at night, and the sky will light up when we’re awake, so what’s the point of owning lights? She took the oil lamps to the youngest aunt and uncle’s rooms.”
He turned and walked out.
Maisui said nervously, “Father is angry.”
Erwang immediately said to Lin Lan, “Mother, look at my father; he only has other people in his heart and never a place for us. Grandma’s room, eldest aunt, second aunt and all the other rooms have lamps; we’re the only ones left out!”
Lin Lan secretly thought that this kid had a lot to say. Regardless, it didn’t matter if Han Qingsong heard it or not; what’s said was said, after all.
But he must have thought that she taught Erwang to say so.
She didn’t expect that Erwang, who had a lot of sly intentions, would be willing to guard her instead of sucking up to his father.
Perhaps because of the fact that he was still quite young, his heart wasn’t as cold or as selfish as it was in the original plot. Maybe, there was a chance that warmth could take place in it gradually.