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In a moment of desperation, Jiang Liye reached out and grabbed her wrist, flinging her backward. Zhang Yan stumbled back two steps, nearly tripping over the bricks on the ground.
Lu Yao glared angrily at the demolished house, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at him. "Don't think just because you're village officials, you can bully people at will."
"My son! My son! You have finally returned!"
Cuihua, who had been eavesdropping, rushed out upon hearing Lu Yao's voice and embraced him, weeping uncontrollably. "If you don't come back soon, your parents will be harmed by those vile people and their offspring!"
"My son, you have suffered! You've grown so thin!" She touched him gently.
People inside and outside the courtyard watched them. Lu Yao felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. He quickly pushed Cuihua away, especially repulsed when he saw her tear-streaked face and runny nose.
"Mother, please stop crying and tell me what happened."
"My son, we have split the family; the house has been divided."
Lu Yao held Cuihua's shoulders firmly, preventing her from turning away as he stared at her in disbelief. "What? We’ve split the family?"
Lu Zheng approached from behind, looking down at Lu Yao. "We have already separated; I am tearing down my own house."
Zhang Yan stood nearby, blocking the demolition. "This is my house! My house! Mother and Father said this is for me, Lu Yao, and our two children!"
"Yes, our two children!"
Zhang Yan froze in place for a moment. Her two sons were gone, abducted by those they had brought in themselves, with the money still in their pockets!
She squatted down, covering her face as she cried out in anguish. The sounds of her pain echoed through the courtyard. Wen Qian stood at the door of the thatched cottage, watching her and suddenly recalling her own past life.
She had been even more miserable than Zhang Yan was now; she had suffered greatly.
The Lu family had even bound her to prevent her from reporting to the police; she had no news of her sons whatsoever. "My sons! Xiaowen and Xiaofeng, where are you?"
"I was wrong, Mother knows she was wrong."
Although Zhang Yan harbored malicious thoughts and schemed against Wen Qian and her children in every possible way, she still cared deeply for her own two sons.
Lu Zheng looked at Lu Yao coldly. "Stop standing there and affecting our work."
Lu Yao met his gaze for a brief moment before his legs suddenly felt weak. Noticing Lu Zheng’s look directed at Zhang Yan, he hurried over to move Zhang Yan aside.
Lu Yao was drenched in cold sweat; he had just seen the murderous intent in Lu Zheng's eyes.
He wanted to kill him.
The moment that thought crossed his mind, Lu Yao was so frightened that he nearly fell to his knees. Ever since this so-called elder brother married that wretched Wen Qian, he had never returned. They all thought he had grown tired of her, but it turned out he still cared.
Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the door. Wen Qian turned around and saw that the Zhang family had arrived.
As soon as they entered, they saw Zhang Yan crying in the courtyard and the main house that had already been torn apart.
"My daughter! Yan!"
Zhang Qi rushed to embrace Zhang Yan, a flicker of pain flashing in his eyes as he looked at his daughter in such distress.
"At least you're back; that's what matters. Now let’s go home with your mother."
Zhang Yan clung to Zhang Qi, crying, but upon hearing her words, she released her grip and shook her head.
"Mother, I can't leave."
"Why can't you leave? If you go, I’ll find you a good family to marry into. You can have more children," Zhang Da Sao chimed in, urging her. "Sister, Mother is right; you can't stay here forever! Hurry and come with us!"
Lu Yao pushed Zhang Da Sao aside and held onto Zhang Yan tightly. "She can't go! Mother, you can't be so heartless!"
"Why shouldn't I be? For your sake, I've lost both my grandsons! My daughter almost didn't make it out of the police station! And now you want to take her away? Lu Yao, please leave my daughter a way out!"
Zhang Qi stood up and glared at Lu Yao, stepping closer with each word.
"My daughter is leaving today; you don't need to stop us. Just a few of you think you can block us? Don't even think about it."
With that, Zhang Qi exchanged glances with a few people behind her, and they immediately stepped forward to drag Zhang Yan away.
Lu Yao tried to intervene but was blocked by several of Zhang's brothers.
"Mother-in-law, you can't do this! You said to let them come out; we did that! Why do you still want to take Zhang Yan away?"
Zhang Qi smiled at Cuihua and replied, "Mother-in-law, I just want my daughter back home. Is that too much to ask?"
Cuihua shrank back nervously and whispered, "Mother-in-law, can't we talk this out here? It saves us from running back and forth."
"You all shouldn’t stay here! You don’t even have a place to live anymore."
Zhang Yan struggled to break free, but Zhang Ji stepped forward and slapped her hard across the face.
"Behave yourself," he commanded.
Zhang Yan looked at Zhang Ji with pleading eyes, and the other sisters-in-law of the Zhang family watched her with a flicker of excitement in their gaze.
Naturally, Zhang Yan was no match for several opponents. She had already been exhausted from the past few days, and after being tossed around again, she had no strength left and collapsed onto the ground.
Despair flashed in her eyes. Was she really going to fall from one abyss into an even deeper one?
She stared blankly at Lu Yao, who was glaring at the Zhang family members with bloodshot eyes.
These thugs were even more despicable than that wretched Wen Qian.
Zhang Yan was forcibly dragged away by Zhang Ji and a few others, leaving Lu Yao and Cuihua stunned in the courtyard.
Wen Qian glanced toward Lu's father's room, knowing that he was hiding away, aware that the Zhang family was not to be trifled with, so he chose to stay inside.
Zhang Yan's situation would definitely not end so simply; there would be more drama to come!
After Lu Yao and Cuihua entered Lu's father's room, they did not come out again. Wen Qian took Lu Zheng to knock on the door.
"When are you going to give us the two hundred yuan you promised during the division of the family? If you don’t give it to us, we’ll tear down the house tomorrow!"
"You... you are going too far!"
Wen Qian looked at Lu Yao in disbelief. This illiterate had spent two days in the police station and learned some idioms; not bad, he should stay in there a bit longer.
Lu's father glared at them with dark eyes and tugged at Lu Yao's sleeve, saying in a deep voice, "Give it to them."
"Dad!" Lu Yao protested, clutching his pocket tightly.
"Give it to them," he coughed out.
Reluctantly, Lu Yao pulled out two hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to Lu Zheng.
He had initially wanted to throw it on the ground, but Lu Zheng's terrifying gaze stopped him.
Lu Zheng took the money while Cuihua looked at what was in Lu Yao's hands, her lips trembling white.
This was money for selling her grandson; this was money for selling her grandson!
Wen Qian and Lu Zheng turned to leave. Wen Qian thought that if they didn’t come back soon, by nightfall this money would be gone, and they wouldn’t be able to get it back even if they wanted to.
Just as they stepped out the door, they heard a gasp from inside the house. "Dad! What happened?"
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