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Aunt Tong came over from the other side and saw Ding Cuihua shaking the ladder; her son was almost about to fall off. In an instant, her anger flared up, and she stormed over. "Ding Cuihua, you old hag! How dare you endanger my son? Just wait and see if I don't deal with you!"
As Aunt Tong approached, Ding Cuihua tried to run away but was grabbed by her hair and yanked back. Jiang Liye quickly climbed down the ladder, his legs feeling weak. Aunt Tong pulled Ding Cuihua to the ground and continued to hit her as she had done earlier that morning.
Aunt Tong's slap had twice the power of Aunt Hua's, and Ding Cuihua couldn't escape. "You wretched woman! You think you can take my son's life? Your own son is already in trouble; why do you want to harm my family?"
Everyone stopped what they were doing to watch the two women. Wen Qian secretly gave Aunt Tong a thumbs-up; it was clear that Aunt Tong was more capable in this situation. Compared to her, Ding Cuihua was nothing but a small fry.
After venting her frustrations, Aunt Tong stood up and looked at Ding Cuihua. She brushed her disheveled hair aside and spat on the ground in front of her. "What makes you think you can provoke me? After all these years, haven’t I beaten some sense into you yet?"
Aunt Tong's words struck a chord with Wen Qian. The Lu family had been living here for nearly thirty years, and Aunt Tong and Ding Cuihua had been fighting for over twenty of those years. Yet, it was always Aunt Tong who completely dominated Ding Cuihua, who never seemed able to fight back.
However, Ding Cuihua seemed to have no memory of past defeats, continuously bouncing back in front of Aunt Tong like an unkillable cockroach, full of tenacity. She wailed and threw a tantrum; such scenes were all too common over the years, and everyone continued their work as if nothing was happening.
Lu Yao and his father were embarrassed and unwilling to intervene, ultimately watching as Ding Cuihua slinked back into the house with her tail between her legs.
"What sins have I committed? Why is everyone picking on me? I don’t want to live anymore; none of you are helping me!" she lamented. "Oh heavens! Just take me away; I can't go on like this."
Lu Yao listened to Ding Cuihua’s complaints from inside the house, feeling annoyed. He stood up and left with a curt remark: "I’m going to get some money; don’t wait for me for lunch."
Wen Qian went inside and looked at the things by the wall. She pulled Lu Zheng aside. "Let’s go to the recycling station together and see if they’ll take these items. We can also ask about the family courtyard."
Lu Zheng nodded. "I’ll borrow a bicycle from the village head first; just wait here."
As he started to leave, Wen Qian stopped him and went to the cabinet, pulling out a bag of peach crisps to hand to him.
You take this to the village chief. You can't always rely on others; you should show some sincerity on the surface. Besides, the village chief is on our side regarding the division of family matters.
After we return from the city tonight, we can send some other things as well. It's not good for a village to have rumors about severing ties. The village chief could easily help them out with that; it's just how human relationships work.
Although she borrowed her parents' connections at that time, there are still things that need to be done properly. Even though they would leave in the future and it was uncertain when they would come back, her parents would always remain here, so they still needed the village chief's help to keep an eye on things.
After Lu Zheng arrived, Wen Qian packed everything into a snake-skin bag. She glanced at Lu Chen, who was helping nearby, and forced a bitter smile.
Little Chen had always been obedient; he had been like that since he was young. Unless he was sick or uncomfortable, he rarely complained. Even when he was bullied, he wouldn't say anything. She didn't even know about Lu Wen and Lu Feng riding on his back.
In her previous life, she was unaware of it all. In this life, if they hadn't let something slip, she would still be in the dark. She wasn't a qualified mother; Little Chen's introverted and self-deprecating nature was largely her fault. Of course, Lu Zheng also bore some responsibility as his guiding figure.
Lu Zheng was late in arriving, and after a while, Wen Qian was about to go look for him. He loaded the snake-skin bag onto the cart and locked the door before preparing to leave.
"Little Qian is going to the city!" Wen Qian smiled at Aunt Tong and asked if she wanted to take anything along.
"Oh no, I just wanted to let you know. Don't worry; I'll keep an eye on your house. No one will get in."
"Thank you, Auntie."
"Thank you? You two should be thanking me for all your help."
It wasn't easy to go out; Wen Qian sighed in relief. It seemed that being too enthusiastic wasn't always a good thing!
On their way, they encountered a swaying Lu Yao but ignored him and continued forward.
On the road, Lu Zheng had a mischievous thought and quietly signaled for his son to hold onto his waist tightly. Little Chen obediently complied.
Suddenly, Lu Zheng accelerated sharply, startling Wen Qian, who instinctively grabbed his shirt tighter. She looked around and saw there were no potholes on the road; it was clear that this man was doing it on purpose. She loosened her grip and held onto other parts instead.
Lu Zheng acted deliberately again, prompting Wen Qian to pinch his waist playfully and pretend to be angry: "Ride properly!"
He cleared his throat lightly and explained, "It's too hot. Hold on tight, and I'll ride faster."
"I'll just hold onto the seat. You ride your own ride; I'm not worried," I replied.
Lu Zheng smiled helplessly and nodded in agreement.
When we arrived at the recycling station, we sorted through the items, but we only received two yuan for our efforts, which was quite a loss. After that, we stopped by the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some things before heading to the post office to make a phone call.
Wen Qian chatted with the lady at the post office while Lu Zheng made his call. As they talked, Wen Qian noticed Lu Yao's figure. He strutted in like a proud peacock, slamming his bankbook on the counter with an air of arrogance.
He spoke loudly as if afraid others wouldn't hear him, "Withdraw all of it!"
Feeling the gazes of everyone on him, he lifted his chin high and wore a smug smile. Inside, Lu Yao felt a rush of satisfaction; this feeling was exhilarating. It was as if he had suddenly become one of the city folks, and all the frustration from the past few days vanished in an instant. Especially after feeling so stifled that morning, he needed to vent.
The teller picked up the bankbook and looked at Lu Yao in shock. "You really want to withdraw it all?"
"Of course! I’m not short on cash!" Lu Yao replied with even more pride in his eyes, reveling in the thought that so much money would surely shock her.
The teller handed him the cash, and Lu Yao stood on his tiptoes as if he could hardly contain his excitement, deliberately taking his time to savor the moment.
Wen Qian stifled a laugh to herself; he truly wasn’t afraid of being targeted by thieves or losing the money he had just withdrawn. As always, he was oblivious. Just as she saw him exiting the post office and heading toward the state-run hotel, he suddenly stopped and turned into a secluded alley.
Wen Qian knew exactly what that place was; it was notorious for ticket scalpers and was a favorite spot for thieves to lurk. Anyone could see that he was an easy target.
However, it wasn't long before Lu Yao emerged from the alley with his hands behind his back, his pockets bulging as if he wanted everyone to know he had money. But Wen Qian also noticed two shifty-eyed men following him discreetly. It seemed they had set their sights on him while Lu Yao remained blissfully unaware as he strolled toward the state-run hotel.
Suddenly, her eyes narrowed; who were these thieves? Who wouldn’t want more money?
Ultimately, it would depend on who had the better tactics to see where this money would end up!
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