sjar Chapter 15 Qiu Fanghua
Chapter 15 Qiu Fanghua
Qiu Fanghua was also sizing up Jiang Songchu, and when her gaze fell on Jiang Songchu's face, a hint of amazement flashed in her eyes.
"Hello, Aunt Qiu, please come in."
Jiang Songchu politely invited Qiu Fanghua into the house.
Qiu Fanghua looked around, a mixture of nostalgia and arrogance on her face: "This is my home, I know it very well, you don't need to worry about it."
Jiang Songchu saw that she had already sat down by herself, so he shrugged, turned around and poured her a glass of water, placing it in front of her: "Aunt Qiu, what brings you here today?"
Qiu Fanghua looked Jiang Songchu over carefully and asked, "Songchu, you must be sixteen or seventeen this year, right? Are you still in school?"
Jiang Songchu felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze, but who was she? In the past, such a gaze had never mattered. So he gently shook his head and then nodded: "I just turned fifteen this year and am in my first year of high school."
At this moment, Mo Bao slowly walked to Jiang Songchu's feet, meowed twice, and Jiang Songchu gently picked it up and put it in her arms.
When Qiu Fanghua saw the black cat, a hint of disgust flashed in her eyes, and she subtly moved to the side.
Jiang Songchu noticed her movement, and her expression instantly turned cold. She asked directly, "Aunt Qiu, just say what you want to say."
Qiu Fanghua stopped beating around the bush: "Jiang Songchu, this house is my parents' inheritance, so naturally I should inherit it. I'm here to let you know that I'm planning to sell this house. You should pack your things and leave in the next couple of days."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Songchu exuded an aura of detachment and authority: "Aunt Qiu, you may not know, but Mr. and Mrs. Qiu have already made a will, and this house is left to me by them. Please leave now. I will pretend I didn't hear that, and I hope you won't come again in the future."
Qiu Fanghua was momentarily stunned by Jiang Songchu's imposing manner, but then he realized what was happening and laughed at himself for being intimidated by a little girl.
She suppressed her smile and said nonchalantly, "You don't have to move, but you have to give me money equivalent to the value of this house. It's your choice."
"Impossible, I won't give it to you."
Jiang Songchu shook his head firmly.
Qiu Fanghua spoke arrogantly, her eyes filled with threat: "Little girl, don't be so stubborn. Either get out or pay up. Don't stay shamelessly in someone else's house."
Jiang Songchu snorted coldly, put the inkstone aside, stood up, grabbed Qiu Fanghua's wrist, and pulled her up and towards the door with a little force.
Enraged, Qiu Fanghua shouted "Let me go" while grabbing her purse with her other hand as if to hit Jiang Songchu.
Jiang Songchu nimbly dodged Qiu Fanghua's purse attack, then grabbed Qiu Fanghua's other hand and dragged her out the door.
"Killing! Killing!"
"They're not only forcibly occupying people's homes, but they're also committing violent crimes!"
"Is there no justice left?!"
Qiu Fanghua was surprised by Jiang Songchu's strength and simply shouted.
The desperate, piercing shouts were like a sharp blade cutting through the sky.
The sudden commotion startled the neighbors upstairs, downstairs, and all around, who came out of their homes to find out what was going on.
After pulling Qiu Fanghua outside, Jiang Songchu decisively let go of her hand, lightly hooked her toe to easily pick up the purse that Qiu Fanghua had left on the ground, and at the same time reached out to gently close the door. The series of movements were smooth and natural, flowing like water.
"Let's talk this out! What exactly happened?"
"Hey? Isn't this Old Qiu's daughter? What's going on here?"
"Call the police! Call the police!"
The neighbors were talking amongst themselves, and some kind-hearted people had already picked up their phones and quickly dialed the police.
When Qiu Fanghua heard someone calling her, she looked up and saw a familiar face. Her eyes lit up and she quickly said, "Auntie, it's me, Fanghua. I used to go to your house to play with Dou Dou when I was little."
Then, she burst into tears and cried, "This Jiang Songchu is my parents' adopted daughter. My parents have passed away. What's wrong with me coming to take back the house? But she actually kicked me out. Everyone saw it. You have to be my witnesses!"
Hearing Qiu Fanghua's tearful complaint, the aunt shook her head helplessly and said, "Fanghua, you'd better stop making a fuss. When the police come, you won't have any grounds to argue with. Everyone knows what really happened."
Upon hearing this, a wicked glint flashed in Qiu Fanghua's eyes, but she quickly concealed it and put on a pitiful expression, saying, "Auntie, I know I did some things wrong before."
"But as the saying goes, a mother's love for her daughter is genuine. I now realize my mistakes, and I believe my parents can't bear to see me suffer. I hope everyone can give me a chance to correct them."
"I did come here this time to take back my parents' house, but it's not like I'm abandoning them."
“I plan to take her home, provide her with food and drink, send her to school, and when she grows up and gets married, I will prepare a dowry for her. She will have family to support her, isn’t that good?”
“Once I get through this difficult time, everything will be alright. She’s still so young, I can’t let her live here alone.”
Before he finished speaking, some of the neighbors couldn't help but nod and began to whisper among themselves.
Jiang Songchu's expression grew colder as he listened. Qiu Fanghua's words sounded grand and dignified, but they were all empty words.
She knew perfectly well that, in modern terms, this was called "promising the moon but not the moon."
Ultimately, all Qiu Fanghua wanted was this house.
Although he said he would take her back, whether he would treat her well in the future would depend entirely on Qiu Fanghua's word.
If Qiu Fanghua abandons her then, who can say anything? After all, there's no real relationship between them.
Seeing Jiang Songchu remain silent, Qiu Fanghua's face flashed with a smug look, thinking: Little brat, you think you can fight me?
Jiang Songchu remained silent not because she had nothing to say, but because she was asking the system some questions: "System, I have two questions."
"First, where is the will of Mr. and Mrs. Qiu?"
"All your documents are kept safe and sound in the closet in your room."
"Secondly, after Mr. and Mrs. Qiu passed away, I am still a minor under the age of eighteen according to modern standards. According to the law, who should take care of me now?"
The system hesitated for a moment before saying, "If your adoptive parents have passed away, Qiu Fanghua should be your guardian now. What she said is not wrong; she can indeed take you away unless she is unable to support you financially."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Songchu's expression relaxed.
She would absolutely not let Qiu Fanghua take the house away.
Qiu Fanghua was so heartless and ungrateful to the Qiu couple back then, and now he wants to covet their property? No way!