Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting-Chapter 126: Just Deserts

As for the original owner’s birth mother, she would simply respect her and wish her the best.

The more Yang Yunhua doted on her precious son, the more uncertain it was who she would have to rely on to support her in the future.

Her good-for-nothing younger son, Sun Qiang, was a lazy slacker who could barely take care of himself. How could anyone expect him to bear the responsibility of caring for his mother in the future?

The neighbors present had already learned the whole story.

People were either whispering to each other or watching in silence, and a heavy tension fell over the scene.

Song Qingya stood before the crowd, her expression calm but her eyes firm. "To all the uncles, aunts, brothers, and sisters here, you are all my witnesses. My mom... or rather, my biological mother in name only, was not the one who raised me. On the contrary, she chose to turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to my years of suffering."

"When I was young, Sun Qiang started bullying and cursing at me, and she ignored it. Later, Sun Zhenhai beat and humiliated me multiple times, and she always silently condoned his actions, never once even uttering a word of reprimand."

Her voice choked slightly, but she didn’t stop. "And today, even though I am pregnant, Sun Zhenhai deliberately pushed me to the ground again! Just think about it, everyone. If something had really happened, the consequences would have been unthinkable..."

The surrounding neighbors had witnessed it all unfold. Many shook their heads and sighed. Some even had tears in their eyes. Along with their sorrow, they felt a greater sense of pity and anger.

’Sigh, this child’s life has been so hard. How did she end up with a family like this?’

’Don’t be too sad, Qingya. This isn’t your fault. She’s the one who failed you!’

’That’s right! How could you possibly be the one in the wrong with a mother like that? No one would ever believe it!’

Just then, Fei Jin, who had been standing to the side watching Song Qingya in silence, slowly walked forward.

He gently took her hand, expressing his companionship and support without a word.

The warmth from his palm was gentle yet firm, filling her heart with warmth and tranquility.

Song Qingya took a light breath, raised her head, and her gaze slowly swept across the crowd before her.

She spoke with a serious expression, "Everyone here knows what I have endured all these years. You also know how this woman, Yang Yunhua, has treated me. Today, here and now, I want to make a solemn announcement in front of you all."

"I am severing my mother-daughter relationship with Yang Yunhua. From this day forward, she is no longer my mother, and I am no longer her daughter. From now on, there are no ties between us, and certainly no family affection to speak of."

The moment those words left her lips, Song Qingya felt as if a heavy stone that had been weighing on her heart for ten long years had finally been lifted.

She could finally turn the page on those days of being bullied.

Not far away, Yang Yunhua collapsed limply to the ground.

"How could this happen? Qingya, how could you disown your mother? How could you be so heartless..."

Her voice was trembling and shrill, her eyes were bloodshot, and her expression was a mixture of pain and unwillingness.

But now, no one pitied her.

The daughter who once revolved around her, who once cherished her, was long gone.

Now, as she faced the sight of her mother kneeling on the ground, crying and begging, Song Qingya simply watched with cold indifference.

Yang Yunhua clutched the corner of Song Qingya’s clothes, muttering through her tears, "Mom was wrong... It was all my fault before... I shouldn’t have treated you that way."

...

She still thought that if she just softened her stance and admitted her mistakes, her daughter would be just like before, bowing her head to her once again and silently sacrificing for this family.

Even if it meant being beaten and scolded without complaint.

She still believed her tears could get everything back, that a single apology would be enough to undo all the emotional knots.

Even though she was now utterly abandoned, she still harbored the delusion that she could win her daughter back using her old tricks.

But this time, Song Qingya just watched her coldly without saying a word.

Then, she turned, held Fei Jin’s hand tightly, and said in a soft but resolute voice:

"Ajin, I don’t want to stay in this place any longer. Let’s pack our things and leave."

It was a long-awaited feeling of relief, and the prelude to a new beginning.

"Okay."

His agreement came softly, but it was steady.

Fei Jin’s response was as reassuring as ever. "I’ve already packed our bags. I’ll take you home."

He had already started making these arrangements as soon as Song Qingya decided on the divorce.

Behind every packed bag was his silent effort.

He understood her, and he understood her pain even more.

He knew she could never go back to that old house, so full of humiliating memories.

They were going back to a real home.

As for her old home, it was utterly destroyed.

There would be no more warmth or love here, only shattered memories.

The Sun family father and son had already been taken away and locked up.

The evidence against Sun Qiang was irrefutable; it was only a matter of time before he went to prison.

As for Sun Zhenhai, Song Qingya guessed he would probably be detained for a few days and then released.

’She knew this revenge needed to be paced correctly.’

’For Sun Zhenhai, the goal wasn’t a long prison sentence, but the punishment itself.’

’But Sun Qiang was destined not to get his freedom back with a few simple apologies.’

’After all, she was pregnant and couldn’t truly risk her own well-being.’

’That’s why she had planned her actions in advance and never put herself in any real danger.’

’Her entire counterattack was the result of a meticulous plan, not an impulsive act.’

’So her fall that day was just an act. She controlled it well so there was no way the baby would be hurt.’

’She had carefully controlled every movement, aiming to create a shocking effect without letting anyone suspect she had done it on purpose to frame the Sun family.’

’It was a plan that had closed the net perfectly.’

’She wasn’t making a desperate gamble; she was taking things one step at a time to build her own life.’

Song Qingya never actually intended to send Sun Zhenhai to prison.

Her goal was simply to teach a lesson to the man who had oppressed the original owner for so long.

Letting him taste what it felt like to have the tables turned on him was his just deserts.

More importantly, Sun Zhenhai had his heart set on joining the army.

This kind of loss would perhaps be more agonizing for him than a prison sentence.

And this was precisely the heaviest blow Song Qingya could deal him.

Having a criminal record now meant his path to enlistment was completely blocked. He would never be able to set foot in a military barracks.

Yang Yunhua squatted to the side, covering her face with her hands and sobbing her heart out.

She still couldn’t believe or accept that her own biological daughter had actually decided to sever their mother-daughter relationship.

Her husband and son had both been taken away. The family had now lost its two pillars of support, making Fei Jin and Song Qingya her only remaining hope.

She ignored the strange looks from the neighbors and paid no mind to her own wretched appearance, caring only about throwing herself in front of the two and dropping to her knees to beg.

"Qingya, it’s so late, where are you going? The sky’s already dark, just come back and stay. I... I really don’t blame you for calling the police and getting my son and your father arrested. We... can’t we still be a family, okay?"