Chapter 5: It's One Thing to Marry Off, But When Will You Repay the Debt?

Chen Jinlan pointed at Song Jiajia, speechless for a long moment.

Song Jiajia said, “Mom, please stop. I’m definitely going to marry Brother Lu.”

Chen Jinlan replied, “I don’t agree. What belongs to whom shall remain so! Tomorrow, Jiang Jingming will come to discuss the marriage, and the wedding will be in a week!”

After saying this, Chen Jinlan glanced sideways at Sang Yu, who stood silently with her head bowed.

Because she knew that the reborn Song Jiajia would ruin everything.

All she needed was for the two of them to fight it out, so she could benefit from their struggle.

“Mom! I stayed at Brother Lu’s house last night, and everyone saw me when I came out today.” Song Jiajia directly played her trump card.

Last night, she actually slept with Lu Hao’s younger sister, Lu Ting.

But that didn’t matter; as long as she stayed at Lu Hao’s house, it was enough.

This time, Chen Jinlan was truly infuriated by Song Jiajia. “Song Jiajia! Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

Sang Yu stepped back a few paces, giving Chen Jinlan space to vent.

Song Jiajia, meanwhile, hid behind Lu Hao.

At this moment, Lu Hao vaguely sensed something was wrong. If Sang Yu were vain, then Chen Jinlan’s anger should be directed at Sang Yu, not Song Jiajia.

But thinking of Song Jiajia’s identity, he decided to feign ignorance.

After all, she had come to him willingly.

Song Jiajia was far more valuable than Sang Yu.

“Aunt, please calm down,” Lu Hao said, blocking Chen Jinlan.

Chen Jinlan snapped back, “I won’t agree to this, and your father won’t either.”

Song Jiajia wasn’t afraid at all. “You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll talk to Dad myself.”

She then shot a triumphant glance at Sang Yu.

In the previous life, Sang Yu had married Lu Hao empty-handed, yet he still became a wealthy man.

She had a father who was a factory director, which could provide Lu Hao with even greater support.

This time, she would surely live better than the previous Sang Yu.

Chen Jinlan looked at Song Jiajia’s stubbornness and was left speechless, only able to sit and gulp down water.

Sang Yu, feeling tired, said, “Aunt, I’m going back to my room now.”

Chen Jinlan glanced at Sang Yu with displeasure and said, “Go back. Don’t fantasize about what isn’t yours.”

What did she mean by “what isn’t yours”?

Could she be talking about Sang Yu?

How ridiculous. Who’s really the one fantasizing?

However, Sang Yu didn’t retort; now was not the time. She timidly nodded and turned back to her room. She had no time to play games; she needed to prepare for her painting.

As for Lu Hao, he hadn’t uttered a word the entire time. Such a worthless man—only someone as foolish as Song Jiajia would desperately want him.

Back in her room, Sang Yu took out paper and a pen from her clothes.

“What story should I draw?”

“At this time, ‘Pleasant Goat and Grey Wolf’ probably didn’t exist yet. Then I’ll draw Grey Yangyang and Happy Taro. Sorry about that.”

Without hesitation, Sang Yu picked up the pen and began to draw, gradually becoming absorbed.

The sun had already set when the furious shouts of Song Zhenhua came from outside.

Sang Yu finally looked up from her drawing.

Seeing the few remaining sheets of paper, she decided to send them to the newspaper office first and buy more once she earned some money.

If only she could get those three thousand yuan.

Suddenly, the arguing outside stopped.

About ten minutes later, there was a knock on her door.

Sang Yu opened it to find Song Jiajia standing there with a smug expression.

“Come out,” Song Jiajia said.

Sang Yu raised an eyebrow. Had she persuaded Song Zhenhua?

How did she manage that?

Could it be that she told Song Zhenhua about her rebirth?

Song Zhenhua was a man with no feelings, only interests. If so, maybe he was indeed tempted by the fact that Lu Hao had become wealthy in his previous life.

Sang Yu walked into the living room and saw Song Zhenhua sitting there with a stern face.

Beside him was Chen Jinlan, looking unhappy.

Lu Hao had already left, probably because Song Zhenhua and the others had come to an agreement.

Sang Yu greeted them, “Uncle, Aunt.”

Song Zhenhua looked at Sang Yu and said, “Xiaoyu, I’m truly sorry about what happened today.”

Sang Yu said nothing; Old Deng, you owe so much to the original owner.

“Xiaoyu, you and Lu Hao don’t have any feelings for each other, but Jiajia insists on marrying him. Look…”

Sang Yu suppressed her emotions, raised her head, and looked at Song Zhenhua with tears seemingly in her eyes.

“Uncle, please stop. I understand. Since my cousin has her heart set on Lu Hao, I’m willing to give him up.”

Hearing this, Song Jiajia was displeased. “Sang Yu! You—”

“Shut up!” Song Zhenhua slammed his hand on the table, warning Song Jiajia with a glare.

Only then did Song Jiajia reluctantly fall silent.

“Xiaoyu, I’m sorry. When Jiajia and Jingming were betrothed, a bride price was given. Now that Jiajia refuses to marry Jingming, it’s difficult for us to explain this to the other side.”

Long ago, Song Jiajia’s grandfather had saved Jiang Jingming’s grandfather, so the two elderly men had arranged a betrothal between the young Song Jiajia and Jiang Jingming.

To express sincerity, Jiang Jingming’s grandfather had given a bride price of eight hundred eighty-eight yuan.

Eight hundred eighty-eight was no small amount, especially back then.

Now, even if Song Zhenhua had the money, he was unwilling to part with it.

Asking Song Zhenhua for money was like asking for his life.

But sorry, this time, Sang Yu really needed to take Song Zhenhua’s life for the original owner’s sake.

When Song Zhenhua finished speaking, Chen Jinlan suddenly looked at Sang Yu with reluctance.

Although Jiang Jingming’s family had died in an accident, Jiang Jingming was now a team leader at the Public Security Bureau—a position that alone was enviable.

The thought of giving such a good son-in-law to Sang Yu filled Chen Jinlan with hatred.

Seeing Song Jiajia’s smug expression made her even more frustrated.

“Uncle, do you mean…”

“I’ve heard that Jiajia has already exchanged betrothal tokens with you. Xiaoyu, why don’t you marry Jingming? He’s a good boy and a team leader. If you marry him, I’ll have some peace of mind about your mother.”

Song Zhenhua spoke sincerely.

Sang Yu sneered inwardly.

“Uncle, since you say that, I’m willing. But…”

Hearing Sang Yu’s willingness, Song Jiajia hurriedly asked, “But what?”

“Sang Yu, marrying Jiang Jingming is your good fortune. He works as a team leader at the Public Security Bureau. You’ll be living well. I’m giving you such a good match; you should be grateful!”

Suddenly, Sang Yu looked at Song Jiajia and said, “Since it’s such a good match, cousin, you should keep it yourself. I’m afraid I’m not worthy.”

Song Jiajia’s face immediately darkened. Song Zhenhua frowned in displeasure. “Jiajia!”

Song Jiajia glared at Sang Yu but said no more.

Song Zhenhua looked at Sang Yu, his small eyes full of calculation. “Xiaoyu, but what? If you have any requests, just say them.”

“Really?” Sang Yu’s big, innocent eyes were full of naivety and timidity.

“Of course.” Song Zhenhua smiled kindly.

Only he knew that his heart was blacker than coal.

“Uncle, I remember when my parents left, someone gave them a sum of money. I heard it was about three thousand yuan, and that uncle was keeping it for them. Now that I’m getting married, could you return it to me?”

At these words, Song Zhenhua’s smile instantly froze on his face.