Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 392 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 87

Song Qin originally planned to sign a one-year contract, which would be cheaper on average.

But Fu Ci stopped her: "Mother, let's sign a six-month contract first."

Song Qin looked at him in confusion: "Six months isn't a good deal. I originally wanted to sign a two-year contract, which would be right until you graduate from high school."

Fu Ci explained, "Let's sign a six-month lease first and see how it goes. What if I find a better and cheaper place by then?"

Song Qin thought about it and agreed.

They didn't have much time to look for a house today because she was leaving with Fu Zhiyi tomorrow.

If they had more time, she felt she could still find a more cost-effective house.

After Song Qin signed the contract, she immediately started asking them to clean together.

"Let's get this done today, and you can continue tomorrow. That way, you won't be too tired."

Song Qin scraped the stains off the ground forcefully: "You're only staying for ten days or so. You'll be going back to school soon. The conditions at school should be better than here."

Song Xianyin had been cleaning her room, and as she did so, her heart sank.

I'd rather go home. At least there's a light at home, and the walls aren't so moldy.

She felt that living here, she would be bitten to death by cockroaches every night.

Song Qin could see Song Xianyin's reluctance, and she became somewhat anxious as well.

"Look how picky you are. I already said I didn't have time to find this one. If I had time, I would definitely find you the best one. It's just that I don't have time."

"I was just about to say something to you. You always have such a long face. Your mother is under a lot of pressure too, you know. Do you want to live with your father during the holidays?"

Song Qin felt a chill in her heart.

Wasn't she doing all this for them? But Song Xianyin always had a stern face, looking unwilling.

When she and Fu Zhiyi first went to Linhai City, they didn't have this option, and Fu Zhiyi didn't say anything about it.

“Look at your sister. We lived in such bad conditions before, and she never complained. If you really want to go back to the village as soon as you have a holiday, then go back by yourself. Anyway, your brother is going to stay here to study.”

Song Qin's feelings for Song Xianyin were very complicated.

When she returned a few days ago, she decided that she must get along well with Song Xianyin.

It's understandable that they might feel awkward after not seeing each other for so long, but she's confident she can get them back to how they used to be.

But even though several days have passed, Song Xianyin is still the same as when she first came back. She's not exactly a stranger, but she's not exactly close either.

Even a simple touch of her hand made Song Xianyin feel uncomfortable.

Is Song Qin really that annoying? So annoying that Song Xianyin doesn't even want to touch her.

The thought of this brought tears to Song Qin's eyes.

"I knew you were still resentful that I only took your sister to Linhai City, weren't you? But you said you didn't want to go, and I asked you about it. So what's with that look on your face now? How far are you trying to push me? Your father is pushing me, and now you're pushing me too!"

Song Xianyin listened quietly, her hands tightening their grip, her breathing becoming heavy, and she grew increasingly impatient as she worked.

Song Qin continued, "Song Xianyin, tell me the truth, don't you dislike me? You've never wanted to be close to me since we were little, don't you think?"

Song Xianyin held her breath and said, "What did I say again? I don't like to laugh anyway. You just kept talking to yourself, did I say a single word?"

"Then who are you trying to impress with that face?" Song Qin angrily threw the handkerchief on the ground.

The handkerchief swept across the water in the bucket, splashing water all over the floor.

Song Xianyin squatted on the ground with her eyes downcast. She was furious, but she couldn't vent her anger.

Song Qin's voice sounded somewhat like she was crying.

“Count for yourself how many words you’ve spoken to me since I came back. I’ve already been very kind to you by renting you such an expensive house. Look at how many people in the village can afford this.”

"I've devoted myself to you, but what about you? You're closer to Lao Jiang and the others than to me. Am I not your mother anymore?!"

Fu Zhiyi stood in front of Song Xianyin, looking at Song Xianyin, who was crying with tears streaming down her face, at a loss for what to do.

She cried without making a sound; she just let the tears flow.

Fu Zhiyi wanted to comfort her, but she was afraid that Song Qin would be unhappy.

Actually, she also felt that Song Xianyin had gone a bit too far these past few days.

Is it really that unfamiliar? It's only been a year.

Her brother, who is such a cold person, is close to their mother. On the contrary, Song Xianyin is so uncomfortable around her mother.

Fu Zhiyi was truly puzzled.

"Mother..." Fu Ci was about to speak when Song Qin interrupted him.

"Alright, stop talking and get to work."

“I don’t care if you like me or not, but if you want to stay, then stay; if you don’t, then go back home. Your brother is in his second year of high school now, so don’t bother him with everything. He can’t even take care of his own things, let alone you.”

Song Qin said it almost defiantly.

"Then why did you rent it for him? Why did you say it was for me!" Song Xianyin's voice was a little hoarse.

"Song Xianyin!" Fu Zhiyi quickly stopped her.

Song Qin is an impatient person, and so is Song Xianyin. If the two of them start arguing, the words they say are meant to pierce the other's heart without any restraint.

"Why are you calling my name? Why didn't you call her name when she said those things to me?" Song Xianyin said angrily.

Every time she argued with Song Qin, everyone would side with her mother to bully her.

"Where did I say something wrong? You just said you wanted to sign a two-year contract, but you didn't sign it after you graduated, so I'm just benefiting from his success. You didn't rent it specifically for me, okay?" Song Xianyin clenched her fists tightly.

Song Qin's face also turned cold. She laughed angrily, "Fine, that's what you think, huh? Then you can go home this weekend. Then you can't stay here."

"If I'm not going to stay, I'm not going to stay. I don't care to stay here anyway."

The smell of gunpowder ignited the fire instantly.

"Since you're not staying here anymore, you don't need to help your brother clean anymore. You should go home first," Song Qin said without looking at her.

The thought of Song Xianyin's eyes made her heart ache.

She didn't understand why she had raised Song Xianyin to be like this, and she didn't understand why Song Xianyin hated her so much.

She has done enough; she owes her nothing.

Fu Ci was someone she had raised since she was a child. When Song Xianyin was just born, she was very close to her, so her maternal grandmother took care of her for a long time. When Song Xianyin was brought back by Song Qin, she was not close to this family.

Song Qin suddenly resigned herself to her fate.

Perhaps Song Xianyin was simply not close to her, nor to this family.

Children who are not raised by their parents from a young age will have no emotional connection to the family.