After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

He Zhan sneered: "To me, there is not much difference between covering up one lie and covering up several lies."

It seems that He Zhan is determined to throw A'mo out.

Song Huiling was at a loss as on the one hand she felt sorry for A'mo being homeless, and on the other hand she felt that such a capable assistant should stay and work with her at the stall.

Whether out of reason or emotion, she didn't want to let A'mo go like this, and begged Yang to help plead for him.

But even if the mother herself took action, the effect was not very significant. He Zhan threw A'mo out of the He family regardless of everyone's wishes.

Yang didn't know how to persuade him. Seeing Ah Mo standing alone outside the courtyard with his body huddled up, she couldn't bear it and asked He Zhan, "Ah Zhan, although our He family is not big, we can still accommodate one more person. Is there really no room for change in this matter?"

He Zhan said in a cold and hard tone: "Mom, he can't stay."

Two lines of tears flowed from the corners of A'mo's eyes. Song Huiling's heart was broken at the sight of him. From the shape of his lips, it could be seen that the child was repeating the word "sister" over and over again. Every time he uttered the word, he used great force, pulling the corners of his lips back and tensing them to the extreme. There seemed to be a surging force in his body ready to burst out, trying to turn these two words into a resounding murmur, but all his efforts were destined to be in vain.

At this moment, Song Huiling's dissatisfaction with He Zhan became real. When he was about to close the gate, she stretched out her hand to stop him, and said with a firm and cold expression: "Okay, in this case, I will go with A'mo!"

As he said this, he stepped out of the gate and headed towards A'mo.

Suddenly, a cold voice as if wrapped in frost sounded from behind him: "Okay, if that's the case, then I'll cripple your legs. Then the dumb and the crippled will have company when they travel the world."

Song Huiling's heart trembled, and she quickly retracted the foot that had already stepped out. Her little face sank, and she clasped her hands together in front of her chest and silently said sorry to A'mo.

Then she turned around, placed her soft and boneless palm on the back of He Zhan's hand, and gently pushed his hand away from the door, and smiled in a very spineless and flattering way: "Husband, how can I trouble you with such a trivial matter as closing the door? Just let me do it."

He Zhan didn't fall for Song Huiling's tricks. He carried her to the door of the main hall, asked Yang to keep a good eye on her, then closed the door and walked out of the yard.

Song Huiling wanted to follow him out to see what he was going to do, but before the gate was closed, He Zhan suddenly gave her a warning look and said in a low, cold voice: "If you dare to follow me, I will cripple both your hands!"

Her last thought of peeking was completely dispelled, and she turned around and complained to Yang: "Mom, look at He Zhan!"

Yang also sighed helplessly: "You have seen that, I can't do anything about what A Zhan has decided to do. I can only pray that A Mo can have a better place to go after leaving the He family."

……

He Zhan closed the door, and in the dim night light, he was met with a pair of eyes as sharp as knives. He was completely different from the hurt and helpless look he had just had when facing Song Huiling.

He Zhan curled his lips coldly and said, "My silly wife and my mother are both kind-hearted. She is willing to keep you without asking any questions, but that doesn't mean I am easy to get along with. As long as I am in the He family, you will never set foot in the He family."

As He Zhan spoke, A'mo's expression became more ferocious, and the scimitar in his hand was ready to move.

Noticing Ah Mo's little move, He Zhan glanced at him coldly with a look of disdain: "You want to find a place to hide, and the He family is obviously not a good place. It seems that you care about Song Huiling a lot. If you don't want to cause trouble for her, just go as far away as you can."

After hearing this, A'mo silently withdrew his hand, his expression gradually darkened, he pursed his lips, and after a moment turned around and disappeared into the night.

After watching A'mo leave, He Zhan returned to the yard.

Song Huiling sat on a small stool in front of the main room, with his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands, looking as if he had lost all hope in life.

Yang was waiting anxiously on the side. When she saw He Zhan coming back, she immediately went to him and asked, "Where is Ah-Mo? Is he still standing at the door and refusing to leave? It's the middle of the night, why don't you call him back?"

"Mother, the person has already left." He Zhan replied calmly.

But Yang didn't believe it. She and her daughter-in-law had witnessed with their own eyes how thick-skinned this child was in order to stay in the He family. How could he just leave like that now?

In order to verify the truth of He Zhan's words, Yang walked from the main hall to the main gate, opened the gate and looked around, but saw no one. She then walked out of the yard, looked left and right, and looked carefully, but still did not see Ah Mo's figure. Then she returned to the yard, closed the door, and shook her head at Song Huiling: "The child is really gone."

Song Huiling sighed even more: "Let's go, let's all go, it would be better if everyone left."

Song Huiling made up her mind that she would still set up the stall even if A'mo was not there.

If it doesn't work, I'll just die!

Suddenly, a tall figure loomed in front of them. Song Huiling looked up and said weakly, "Everyone has been chased away. May I ask if my husband has any instructions for you next?"

The tone was full of sarcasm, but He Zhan ignored it, untied the purse tied around his waist, and handed it to Song Huiling: "I promised to give you fifty taels of silver in five days. Now I am fulfilling my promise in advance."

Song Huiling raised her hand to take the purse, and accidentally noticed that there seemed to be a few drops of blood on it. She was too lazy to think about it, and weighed it in her hand, lacking interest and having no intention of opening it.

He Zhan explained to himself, "It should have been fifty taels of silver, but I went to the clinic to pick up fifteen days' worth of medicine for you, so I only had twenty taels of silver left. I think it should be enough for you and your mother to use for a while."

Song Huiling suddenly received a huge sum of money, but he did not show the joy he should have. He still had a sad look on his face and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "I know."

He Zhan never expected Song Huiling to respond much, after all, this was his job, but her nonchalant look made him inexplicably angry. He suddenly grabbed her wrist and said fiercely: "You would rather miss a wild boy with unknown origins than care about me? Aren't you curious about where all this money came from?"

Song Huiling felt a sudden pain in her wrist. She looked at He Zhan with confusion and dissatisfaction: "How did it come about? If you don't tell me, I don't know. You can't be relying on your position as the general flag to extort money from the people, right?"

Apart from this, she could not think of any other plausible source.

Yang also said that Sun Huxing's family was so rich, didn't they just rely on Sun Huxing's status as the general flag to oppress the people and plunder the people's fat and blood? He Zhan was upright and disdained to do such things, so the He family was poor.

Yang was horrified and stared at He Zhan with wide eyes: "Ah Zhan, you can't do such a heartless thing! Mother and Hui Ling would rather starve to death than take this kind of dirty money!"