Threaten her?
She wasn’t afraid of threats.
“Oh.” Song Jinyue’s voice was calm. “Go ahead and report me.”
Chen Weiming froze. “???”
Seeing her about to leave, he quickly chased after her, staring at her. “What did you say?”
Song Jinyue glanced at him. “Are you deaf as well as ugly?”
Chen Weiming’s expression darkened.
She repeated, “I said, go report me.”
He gritted his teeth. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He clenched his fists. “Don’t regret it!”
Song Jinyue didn’t even spare him another glance and walked straight upstairs. Her brother’s home was on the fifth floor.
Chen Weiming stared at her back, gnashing his teeth. “Fine! Just you wait!”
…
Chen Jing pushed the door open and immediately saw Song Jinyue sitting in the living room.
She paused.
Usually, Song Jinyue stayed in that shabby little room. Aside from eating or using the bathroom, she rarely came out.
And now she was sitting in the living room?
While she was still in shock, Song Jinyue turned her head and greeted her, “You’re back?”
Chen Jing was stunned again. Her sister-in-law was actually greeting her?
“Hehe…” Chen Jing forced a smile and walked over. “Jinyue, my sister was just talking nonsense earlier. Don’t take it to heart.”
“I didn’t,” Song Jinyue replied calmly.
“That’s good, that’s good.” Chen Jing said it aloud, though she didn’t believe it.
She turned toward the kitchen. “I’ll cook some meat for you tonight.”
“Sure,” Song Jinyue said. “Just in time to eat before being taken away.”
Chen Jing stopped in her tracks. “???”
She turned back. “Taken away?”
Song Jinyue nodded.
Chen Jing’s heart tightened. Did this girl report to the police?
Trying to stay calm, she asked, “Jinyue, what do you mean by ‘taken away’?”
Song Jinyue looked at her. “It’s simple. Earlier, your sister called me a capitalist’s daughter. Someone overheard and went to report us.”
Chen Jing: “!!!”
Didn’t they stop her from saying it? How could someone still report it?
“People should be here soon,” Song Jinyue continued. “After all, I’m a ‘capitalist’s daughter.’ They’ll definitely take me away. And you and my brother, for sheltering me, will also be taken for investigation.”
Chen Jing’s vision went dark. Her legs went weak, and she barely managed to hold onto the wall to keep from collapsing.
Being linked to a capitalist background meant ruin!
Her face turned pale as she trembled. “W-who said we’re capitalists?”
“Your dear sister, Chen Lingling.”
She paused, then added, “More precisely—you.”
Chen Jing’s face turned even whiter, her body shaking violently.
“I… Jinyue, I…” she tried to explain.
Song Jinyue stood up, smiling slightly. “Sister-in-law, we should take responsibility for what we say. Don’t deny it—only you, my brother, and I know what’s said in this house.”
“I…” Chen Jing faltered, unable to explain.
Panicking, she changed the subject. “Jinyue, who is reporting us? Can we… can we do something about it?”
Song Jinyue cut her off. “If you’d thought of that earlier, this wouldn’t have happened.”
Chen Jing grew anxious. “I really didn’t mean it, I didn’t—”
Song Jinyue didn’t want to listen and turned toward the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” Chen Jing asked.
“I’m hungry. Cooking.”
“At a time like this, you’re still cooking?!”
Without turning back, Song Jinyue said, “Wouldn’t it be worse to get arrested on an empty stomach?”
Chen Jing: “……”
She looked at Song Jinyue’s back. “Jinyue… how about we just run?”
Song Jinyue replied calmly, “You can run, but your job can’t. Are you ready to lose it?”
Those words crushed Chen Jing’s last hope.
…
Song Jinyue entered the kitchen and saw the meat.
It was getting late—she decided to make a simple shredded meat noodle dish.
As she busied herself cooking, she heard the door outside open quietly… and then close just as softly.
She chuckled lightly, shook her head, and continued cooking.
Twenty minutes later.
The door opened again, followed by approaching footsteps.
Her brother’s voice sounded from behind, “Jinyue?”
“Why are you cooking? Where’s your sister-in-law?”
Song Jinyue turned. “Isn’t she outside?”
Song Xiongguan frowned. “No.”
She casually lifted the noodles. “Then she probably ran away.”
He froze. “Ran away? What do you mean?”
“Brother, let’s keep it simple tonight—shredded meat noodles.”
“Alright.”
Watching his younger sister, he felt she seemed different somehow, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
Maybe she had figured things out.
That would be good.
He sighed inwardly and asked, “Where did your sister-in-law go? Why would she run?”
Song Jinyue said, “I’ve been reported as a capitalist’s daughter.”
His expression changed instantly. “Jinyue, you can’t say things like that casually—”
She turned to face him directly. “It’s true.”
Seeing her serious expression, his face grew solemn.
She explained everything that had happened earlier—her encounter with Chen Lingling, the argument, and how Chen Weiming threatened to report her after she rejected him.
Song Xiongguan’s face darkened. “I’ll go find Chen Weiming.”
She stopped him. “He’s already gone to report me. What’s the point? Let’s eat first. We’ll deal with it afterward.”
“An upright person isn’t afraid of shadows. What’s there to fear?”
He sighed inwardly again. His sister was still too naive—she didn’t understand how things worked now.
“Jinyue, you…”
She looked at him. “Brother, do you trust me?”
For some reason, when their eyes met, he suddenly felt that her calm confidence meant she had a plan.
He nodded. “I do.”
She handed him a bowl of noodles. “Then eat.”
“Alright.”
…
Just as they started eating—
Knock, knock, knock!
The door was pounded loudly.
“Open up! Open the door!”
“Hurry up and open it!!”