Chapter 143: Reborn in the 90s: The Tyrant Flower Chapter 143 Song Qiushui

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Protagonist:

Chai Mi

One saw a girl of seventeen or eighteen, wearing overalls and a tight top, a white short-sleeved shirt with braided pigtails, a crooked cap and little leather shoes, big sunglasses and ear studs — a proper Spiritual Little Sister get-up.

She stood about 1.65 meters tall, figure slightly plump, skin not too good, a kind of bronze tone; Chai Mi glanced over and didn't quite take to her at first, only after a while did she see clearly — this lass was Song Qingshan's "only" youngest daughter Song Qiushui.

Song Qingshu's family had only one child, Song Qiuping; Song Qingshan's family had no children……

Cough cough……

Only this one daughter Song Qiushui.

By age, this Song Qingshan was already in his sixties, and older than his own brother Song Qingshu; he had married much earlier than Song Qingshu, yet for twenty-odd years had no children.

When he reached his forties, a daughter suddenly appeared, named Song Qiushui.

Chai Mi heard……

Mm-hmm, this Song Qiushui might not be Song Qingshan's biological daughter; maybe she was picked up, maybe another family gave him one of their many children, maybe she was the child Song Qingshan fathered outside — anyway only Song Qingshan himself knows.

Song Qingshan keeps a tight mouth, never speaks of it.

Everyone only guesses; this Song Qiushui's origins are questionable.

However, in a blink over a dozen years passed, this Song Qiushui is already sixteen or seventeen; those rumors and gossip have long since vanished with the dust of history without a trace.

Moreover, this is Song Qingshan's daughter in his old age; whoever dares say Song Qiushui isn't his own, he'll fight them to the death.

They say you don't hit a person in the face, you don't expose a person's shortcomings in speech. Plus Song Qingshan flies into a rage the moment anyone mentions it, so everyone tacitly agrees this Song Qiushui should be his biological child……

Although at that time Song Qingshan's wife was already in her early forties……

Song Qingshan saw his precious young unmarried daughter holding onto him, turned and asked: "What's wrong? Your cousin sister was beaten…… I have to go take a look anyway."

Song Qiushui lifted her sunglasses, revealing two big, bright, spirited eyes: "Take me along, take me along, I want to go watch the couple fight too…… good to learn for later."

Song Qingshan's face darkened: This damn thing still needs learning?

"Qiushui, be good, stay home honestly."

"I won't…… right, Dad, is my cousin sister's nephew at home? If not, you go to my cousin sister's house, I'll go check on her nephew."

"You dare go!" Hearing this, Song Qingshan instantly blew up.

Song Qiushui and Chai Dajun are similar in age, from the same village, attended primary school together; the two exchanged glances, quite intimate.

But right now neither has finished middle school, both returned home to farm.

Or rather, preparing to drop out and go work.

Song Qingshan knows; that Chai Dajun runs to the village east every three days, ostensibly to buy things at the small shop, actually to flirt with Song Qiushui.

His own good daughter, a fresh flower in full bloom — how could she be stuck on Chai Dajun that lump of chicken manure?

Song Qingshan looks down on Chai Dajun from the bottom of his heart; that kid can't even count how many cows he herds, plus the Old Chai Family's family style isn't good, Che Lianyun's virtue, Chai Youde isn't anything good either.

His own daughter, even if she smashed things and messed with manure, would never be allowed to exchange glances with Chai Dajun.

"If you keep playing with that worthless wretch plaything, watch me break your legs!"

"Tch~" Song Qiushui put her sunglasses back on, clicked her tongue: "Fine, not going then; once you leave I'll go all the same, you can't control me~ mad aren't you……"