Married to a Disabled Man in the 70’s

Song Qinghan’s face chilled, and there were some complicated emotions in his eyes. However, he felt more serene than anything.

After discarding his obsession with the Song family, he felt nothing when faced with the Song family and his heartbroken mother. He even found this a bit laughable.

He had never understood why his parents never cared about him even though he had been so hard-working. On the other hand, the completely useless Song Qingshan was doted on by the entire family. They even leeched off him so Song Qingshan would have a good life.

In the past, Song Qinghan had thought he was adopted, but no one had verified that. Up to this day, all he could gather about his birth was Mother Song gave birth late. When she was with her first child, everyone had gotten slimmer, but Mother Song had gotten chubbier. It was enough to see how much the Song family doted on this child.

But why had he always been the unloved son?

Su Jiaojiao was satisfied with his reaction, but didn’t let him assist the Song family; she had to do the mission, after all. Although the description of the reward was a bit embarrassing, a medicine compendium was always helpful. There wasn’t much food, so she couldn’t do much, but there was enough to make some supplements for Song Qinghan.

He looked strong and fit, but she found out Song Qinghan had suffered many injuries when they went to a hospital once. The most severe one was gastritis, but there were many hidden injuries from previous wounds.

If he had been eating well from his birth, he might still be fine. However, he probably had suffered in the army. His wounds would probably be better if he had supplements made using the system’s recipes, right?

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Mother Song cried until her eyes were puffy and red as she ran over. She was shouting, “Qinghan, go see your brother. After you got all of our money, we don’t even have enough to pay your brother’s hospitalization fees…”

(What a hypocrite. I’m shaking my head.)

“He had only been foolish and made a mistake. You’re his brother, so you should help him just this once. Otherwise, his entire future will be ruined…”

(…And give me a knife. I want to kill Mother Song.)

When the passerby saw her pitiful appearance, they couldn’t help but feel sympathy. They had all but forgotten about her earlier misdeeds. Uncle Zhang with the tractor asked, “Su Jiaojiao, your mother-in-law is already this pitiful. Couldn’t you help her out?”

“Yeah, at least give her some money.”

It was easy for them to say. The passerby didn’t have to do anything.

(…Get me a gun instead. I’m killing the lot of them.)

Su Jiaojiao held Song Qinghan back and walked to the front. As she saw the tearful Mother Song and the hypocritical speakers, she smiled thinly and asked, “Uncles and aunts, you’re from the same village as Mother Song. How much are you planning to give her?” (Note that Uncles and Aunts are honorifics of sorts. They’re not biologically related.)

After Su Jiaojiao said this, Mother Song looked at them with hope in her puffy eyes.

But those people immediately shut up. (Hypocrites.)

All they had done was leave a few offhand remarks. Why did the topic come back to them?

Presently, the average household only has an annual income of a hundred dollars if they worked hard. How would they have enough to spare?

Some of the aunts who respect Su Jiaojiao’s decisiveness in secret smacked their husbands. “This has nothing to do with you! Why do you have such a big mouth?”

Mother Song’s hope had shattered. Her voice was full of despair. “Su Jiaojiao, they are unrelated to me, but you are different! You’re my daughter-in-law!”

Su Jiaojiao turns towards Mother Song. “Back when Song Qinghan’s leg was broken and came back to the village, do you still remember how you treated him? Don’t even try to tell me you helped us find this house. The commander did it. I also haven’t used any of your money, and you didn’t raise me. What right do you have to ask me for money?”

Mother Song rebuked her words with hatred. “You shrew! No other daughter-in-law would treat their mother-in-law like you!”

Su Jiaojiao laughed bone-chillingly. “So what if you’re my mother-in-law? You didn’t raise me nor give birth to me, so why should I pay my respects to you? Tell your son to do that!”

Her words were vulgar, and no one in the village had said something as unwholesome as that before. All the passerby kept shaking their heads, but none of them could refute anything she said.

It seemed like Song Qinghan was the breadwinner of the family, but how long has he been working, in all honesty? How much money could he have amassed?

They were still subsisting due to the Su family’s financial aid.