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As soon as the words fell, Ding Cuihua's figure immediately flashed to Lu's father's side.
Inside the house, Wen Qian stood next to Lu Zheng. One was tall and the other short; one looked down while the other looked up. Their eyes met—one filled with confusion and the other with a cold smile. Wen Qian figured it out, and Lu Zheng followed closely behind her.
Just then, when they stepped out into the yard, Lu Yao arrived with the village chief. The village chief's brow was furrowed tightly; this family truly gave him no peace of mind, and he was almost driven to madness. Every time it was not a trivial matter; just pulling out one issue could cost him his position as a mere ninth-rank official.
He regretted even more agreeing to Lu's father's request for them to move over in the first place. With his hands clasped behind his back, he secretly tightened his grip, blaming his greedy hands. It was also Lu's father's fault for giving too much; he simply couldn't resist.
The village chief sat down on a stool in the yard, a surge of anger boiling within him, his irritation evident on his face. "If there's something to say, hurry up! I have other matters to attend to. Am I the village chief or just your family's village chief?"
Lu Yao hurriedly brought a bowl of water to the village chief, an awkward smile on his face. "Village Chief, please have some water to calm down. Don't be angry. I called you here just to ask you to help witness this matter; just sit there."
The village chief snorted disdainfully at the broken bowl in Lu Yao's hands, which had a chip missing. "Put that away! I don't need your family's water."
"Just tell me what it is!"
Wen Qian had an inkling of what was going on. Lu Yao took out a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it, revealing the document from when they divided their family assets.
"You wrote that you would give us four coins and five coins each month. Now you must give us all the money; otherwise, where are we supposed to go to get it?"
Wen Qian feigned confusion as she looked at the village chief. "Money? Haven't you already received it all?"
"You gave me nothing! I haven't seen any money from you!"
She glanced at Lu Yao's agitated expression and couldn't help but sneer. "The money has long been given to you! Ever since I married in, haven't I been giving you five coins every month? I've given you four coins in total."
At this point, both Lu Yao and Ding Cuihua stared wide-eyed at Wen Qian, while Lu's father squinted at her.
Ding Cuihua raised her hand as if to slap Wen Qian across the face, her mouth not holding back either. "You little wretch! You promised to give four coins! What you gave before doesn't count; that was my son's filial piety! The bastard should pay!"
"Calling someone a son and then a bastard, it's truly laughable," she scoffed.
Wen Qian didn't wait for Lu Zheng to act; she seized Ding Cuihua's hand, twisting it behind her back. Ding Cuihua immediately cried out in pain.
"Let go, you little brat! You're killing me! Hurry up and release me!"
Ding Cuihua tried to grab Wen Qian with her other hand, but Wen Qian swiftly caught that hand as well, twisting it further.
The yard echoed with Ding Cuihua's wretched cries, each one louder than the last.
"You little vixen, let go of me!"
Lu Yao wanted to step in but noticed Lu Zheng standing behind Wen Qian. He halted his steps, forcing a smile.
"Listen, Wen Qian," he said hesitantly, "you should let go. My mother is about to die from the pain! How can you lay hands on her with the village chief right here? Don’t go too far!"
Wen Qian laughed.
Her gaze shifted from Lu Yao to Ding Cuihua's contorted face.
"This is your mother, isn't it? She's not my mother; mine passed away long ago. She doesn't deserve to be called my mother."
The village chief, witnessing the farce unfold before him, couldn't help but intervene. "Xiao Qian, let go for now. We can talk things over without making a scene. Give your uncle some face."
With the village chief's words, Wen Qian finally released her grip. Ding Cuihua slumped down, clutching her arms as she hurried away, still gasping in pain.
Lu Yao held up a piece of paper for the village chief to see. "Look, Chief! Am I right? It clearly states here that they will continue to give us four coins—black and white on paper! How could it be fake?"
The village chief examined the document closely and frowned as he read. The wording indeed had ambiguity; it could mean either a total of four coins or that they would continue to provide four coins.
This made things complicated.
He looked up at Wen Qian, realizing how much she had matured and how deep her thoughts had become—she had even anticipated this twist.
Young people are formidable! He felt relieved he hadn’t opposed Wen Qian.
The reason he chose to support her was largely due to Lu Zheng; this boy had immense potential in the army, and helping him would reflect well on him too.
Now that he was attending meetings, even the commune leaders would give him more respect, enhancing his reputation significantly.
This girl was indeed not simple at all.
Looking at Lu Yao, the village chief said solemnly, "According to what’s written here, Xiao Qian is correct. It only states four coins will be given but doesn’t specify when. They’ve already given you the previous four; that counts too."
He handed the paper to Lu Yao. Even if you go to the commune or the police station, it would be the same story. Who told you not to clarify things when you split up back then?
Lu Yao looked at Wen Qian in shock. "It’s you! You’re the one behind this! Mom said you wrote this; you did it on purpose, didn’t you?"
At that moment, Lu's father also realized what was happening, and a heavy feeling settled in his heart. Back then, he had rushed to save Lu Yao and Zhang Yan, pressured by the Zhang family. He had no choice but to find a way to rescue them quickly. He never expected that she would take advantage of the situation; it was his oversight.
Ding Cuihua rushed over to snatch the paper from Lu Yao's hands, nervously lowering her head to read it aloud. "No, it says we need to pay four qian. How could there be a mistake? Xiao Yao said it was correct!"
At that moment, Ding Cuihua was sweating profusely, anxiously looking at the village chief. "Village chief, please take another look! My son is right!"
"Alas, I just looked at it and explained its meaning. Looking again will yield the same result," the village chief sighed and shook his head. He felt a bit of pity for Lu's father and the others.
Two old men, plus two who couldn’t work—now they had even lost their money. Life would be tough for them moving forward. He hoped they would wake up soon and start working; that way, they wouldn’t starve, and he would be willing to help them.
"How could this happen? How could this happen?" Ding Cuihua held the paper up for Lu's father to see. "Old man, please look quickly! Am I seeing things? I don’t know many characters; you know more than I do!"
As she spoke, Ding Cuihua suddenly collapsed onto the ground and began to cry. "Oh my heavens! What sin have I committed? Why must I be tormented like this? My money! Are we not allowed to live as a family anymore? How can those little bastards be so cruel? Why hasn’t lightning struck them down?"
She glared at Wen Qian with bloodshot eyes, pointing at her. "You little wretch! How dare you scheme against me? Watch out for divine retribution; may you be cursed by thousands!"
Ding Cuihua looked at the paper in her hand and raised her hand as if to tear it up, but Lu Yao stopped her.
"Mom, we can’t tear it up! If we do, we’ll have no evidence left."
"Wretch!"
Ding Cuihua collapsed in despair on the ground, kicking wildly. "My money! Such a large sum just vanished! I was relying on this money to live!"
The old man had hidden away only a little money; they had gotten used to their lives already. How would they survive through hard times now? Wasn’t this asking for their lives?
"Those little bastards and their offspring should all die! That little bastard will definitely end up dead too—just die!"
Wen Qian watched her go mad on the ground, listening to her curses, and her expression darkened. She stepped forward and slapped her across the face.
"Shut up! If you keep cursing, you won't want your face anymore."
Then, with her darkened eyes fixed on Ding Cuihua, she smirked and whispered, "Lu Yao can't possibly be the old man's biological child, can he?"
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