Chapter 7: A Woman’s Mission Is to Get Married and Have Children?
Several burly men stepped forward and quickly restrained Li Chengwei. While struggling, he tried to talk his way out,
“Brothers, please, give me a few more days. I promise I’ll pay up…”
As he spoke, he glared viciously at Song Yulan.
“You ugly old hag, tell me where that b**** Song Chi is!”
Song Yulan’s face was twisted in pain. For a moment, she truly wished his hands would be chopped off.
Suddenly, Li Chengwei spotted Song Chi in the crowd. He roared,
“Song Chi, you b****! So this is where you’ve been hiding!”
He turned to the enforcers,
“Brothers, all my money is with that b****. Go grab her!”
The burly men turned to look at Song Chi, sizing her up.
Her eyes went cold, fury igniting within them.
Song Yulan shouted,
“Xiao Chi! Why did you come back? Run! Run now!”
But Song Chi met her gaze and firmly shook her head. She wouldn’t run. She had to save her!
One of the men walked up to her.
“He says the money is with you. Is that true?”
Song Chi replied coldly,
“It’s not! I haven’t taken a single cent from him!”
Then she walked over to Song Yulan and helped her up.
Someone was already restraining Li Chengwei, which ended up helping her a bit.
“You dare lie to us? Take him away!” one of the enforcers ordered.
“Wait! Don’t—”
Li Chengwei yelled in panic.
“I raised that b**** for so many years, and she got married without my permission! The money I owe Boss Wang? That’s her bride price! Ask her for the repayment!”
Song Chi rolled her eyes.
“Ha! Who the hell are you to me? What right do you have to demand I pay your debt?”
She looked at the enforcers.
“Take him away. Chop off his hands or whatever, do as you please!”
Their leader nodded.
“Take him.”
Li Chengwei was dragged away. He struggled and shouted,
“Someone come judge this! This girl is an orphan, she’s eaten our food since she was a kid. I even paid for her schooling! I’m her second father!”
“I can’t pay off this debt, and it’s her fault! Why can’t she just help pay part of it? She’s turning against me and having me dragged away…”
By the end, he fell to his knees, bawling.
“My life is so miserable… working myself to death every day, and this is how I’m repaid… wuwuwu…”
He looked so pitiful that anyone who didn’t know better might actually feel sorry for him.
Only Song Chi knew that he was good at turning the tables.
Song Chi’s thoughts drifted away…
Over the years, she always ate her uncle’s leftovers at his house. And when she finally got into the university that satisfied her…
Li Chengwei said, ‘You women, your mission in this life is to get married and have children. It’s a waste of money for you to go to college. It’s better for you to get married earlier so that I can earn some money for the bride price!’
Later, Li Chengwei snatched her admission letter and tore it to pieces, and also tore her dream of going to college!
Song Chi’s heart twisted painfully, eyes filled with grief and fury as she glared at him.
What she didn’t know was that someone nearby had taken out their phone and recorded the scene, then posted an edited version online, twisting the story.
Very soon, the hashtag: #Niece raised through hardship refuses to support her uncle, what do you think?# shot up the trending charts.
Netizens, misled by the out-of-context video, began viciously attacking Song Chi online.
People left scathing comments,
“This woman’s too heartless! Her uncle raised her—who knows how much he spent—and now he’s in debt because of her, and she won’t even help with just 50,000 yuan?”
“Exactly. It’s only 50K. Not even that much!”
“Even if she just lent it to him for now, it would be fine! But no, she calls in the debt collectors? Pure evil…”
“Ungrateful and backstabbing! She deserves to be punished!”
People online and on the street all began chiming in, slandering, mocking, and heaping verbal abuse on Song Chi, some of it incredibly harsh and ugly.
But Song Chi had no idea she was being brutally cyberbullied. Song Yulan, pale and weak, whispered,
“Xiao Chi, forget it. Don’t get involved anymore. Just go. Please, just leave…”
