The Comeback of the Cannon-Fodder Supporting Actress

Chapter 1495: Chapter 1458: Home of the Cannon Fodder 66

The Old Madam’s son threatened Qin Xiaomeng: "Little classmate, let me tell you, don’t think you can just walk away like nothing happened. If you dare not pay up, I’ll get people to go make a scene at your home, I’ll make sure your whole family can’t get any peace."

Qin Xiaomeng was so angry she was about to lose her mind: "Fine, you want to make a scene, right? Then go ahead and make a scene. You think anyone’s afraid of you?"

At the school gate, the Old Madam’s son didn’t dare do anything to Qin Xiaomeng. Qin Xiaomeng stopped a cab and left right then, and he didn’t dare stop her for real, afraid something might really happen.

After Qin Xiaomeng left, Feng Yino looked at the man in fear: "I—I don’t have money, don’t you come after me. Even if my family sold everything, we still wouldn’t have that kind of money. If you really push me, I’ll go hang myself at your front door. I’m a good student from a key high school; if you really force me into something, your whole family will get cursed to death."

The Old Madam’s son was a thug; he knew quite a lot of people, and he knew Feng Yino as well.

He was clear about Feng Yino’s poor family situation. He knew he couldn’t squeeze money out of her. Now, if he wanted to settle this, he could only latch onto that girl surnamed Qin.

Feng Yino was a bit scared too, and she quickly ran off with her backpack.

The Old Madam’s son went to the hospital; the Old Madam was lying in bed eating fruit.

Her son sat down and looked at her: "Mom, if anyone asks who hit you, just say it was the other little girl. I’ve checked: that little girl’s family should be pretty well-off, and her family are outsiders, not locals of the Capital. They’re probably some kind of upstarts. Give them a scare, push them a bit, maybe we can squeeze a big sum of money out of them."

The Old Madam nodded: "I got it. When I fell, I could tell. That little girl’s clothes were really good quality. I felt the fabric—very good stuff, you could tell it wasn’t cheap. If she can wear clothes that nice, her family can’t be short of money."

"You’re the smart one, Mom."

The Old Madam’s son laughed.

He then lowered his voice and asked, "How do you feel, body-wise?"

The Old Madam shook her head: "Actually nothing much happened to me, just twisted my ankle. Two days in bed and I’ll be fine."

"You can’t say that." Her son was so startled he hurried to stop her: "If it’s like that, how are we supposed to get money? You have to say you’re badly hurt—say your leg hurts, your body hurts, that everywhere hurts. You’re old; the doctors won’t dare say there’s nothing wrong with you."

The Old Madam spoke a bit weakly: "But they’ve done all the tests from head to toe. I really don’t have anything wrong. You think you can just keep lying in the hospital? And if the other side is tough and just refuses to pay, if we go to court, we still need a diagnosis from the hospital."

That was true as well.

The Old Madam’s son thought for a bit: "Mom, look, I’m this old and still haven’t gotten myself a wife. When are you going to get to hold a grandson? Just treat this as doing it for me, for your son—could you put up with a little grievance?"

"Say it."

The Old Madam pricked up her ears to listen.

Her son lowered his voice further: "While there’s no one in the ward right now, I’ll smash your leg once, we’ll get a fracture or something, and best if we can make some other problem too..."

The Old Madam got a huge fright: "No, no, that’d hurt too much, it’d hurt someone to death."

"Mom, you’re my own mother, just do it for me. If we don’t have money, when am I ever going to get married? Are you really going to watch me spend my whole life alone..."

The Old Madam’s son was practically about to kneel to her.

The Old Madam thought for a moment, then steeled herself: "Fine then, you—you do it."

The Old Madam’s son locked the door from the inside, stuffed something in her mouth, and then found something to start hitting her leg with all his strength.

Back home, Feng Yino still felt extremely scared.

If she could help it, she truly didn’t want to hurt Qin Xiaomeng.

After all, Qin Xiaomeng was a pretty good-tempered girl and generous with her money. Qin Xiaomeng’s family was well-off; when the two of them went out to play, it was usually Qin Xiaomeng who paid. Qin Xiaomeng also had a brother and a sister, and there were lots of things at home they didn’t use; she’d bring them over for Feng Yino to use. Being friends with Qin Xiaomeng had saved Feng Yino a lot of expenses. She had even thought the two of them would have fun together all three years of high school, but then something like this happened.

Feng Yino knew that Old Madam; she was a famous shrew in the alley, and her son wasn’t any good either.

It was Feng Yino who startled her and made her fall to the ground; the Old Madam definitely wouldn’t let it go. If the Old Madam’s whole family really latched onto her to extort money, Feng Yino was sure she’d never have a day of peace for the rest of her life.

For her own sake, she had no choice but to push this onto Qin Xiaomeng.

After all, Qin Xiaomeng’s family had money and wouldn’t miss that little bit; but her family was different. Her family was poor—if they had to pay the Old Madam’s medical bills and all that, where would the money for her future college come from? Besides, if the Old Madam opened her mouth like a lion, were they supposed to sell their apartment?