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The two exchanged glances, and Wen Qian looked at Lu Yao, shaking her head. It was truly foolish; sometimes, one couldn't blame them for seizing the opportunity. If blame were to be assigned, it should be directed at him. The opportunity was presented to him on a silver platter, and it was hard to argue against their decision not to take it.
Lu Yao staggered as he walked, the aroma of the liquor in the bottle cradled in his arms wafting around him. He sniffed, closing his eyes in bliss as he inhaled the scent.
So fragrant!
Unable to resist, Lu Yao popped the cap off the bottle and took a small sip. He immediately swayed his head in delight.
This is good; it's so fragrant—this is the real deal.
He couldn't help but lower his head for another taste. Before long, half the bottle was gone. His mind began to feel hazy, his steps slightly unsteady, and two rosy patches appeared on his cheeks as he clutched the bottle tightly.
He chuckled, taking another big swig from the bottle, smacking his lips and licking around his mouth to savor every drop. No waste allowed!
Gradually, the entire bottle was downed. Lu Yao stumbled as he walked, suddenly stopping in his tracks. He tilted his head back and held the bottle to his lips until not a single drop remained. Frustrated, he tossed the empty bottle aside.
What is this? Why is there so little left? I haven't had enough!
Suddenly, Lu Yao lurched forward and fell face-first onto the ground with a thud. He sat up, sulking and pouting as he grumbled in discontent.
Ouch! Who dares trip your uncle? Apologize to me!
Huh? You dare glare at me? Just wait until I beat you to a pulp!
Everyone is watching me make a fool of myself; even you are laughing at me! Who do you think you are?
His futile attempts to hit the ground only resulted in painful hands.
In an instant, he began to wail like a child wronged, yet his words were venomous.
Lu Zheng, you bastard! Why do you get to live better than me? Dad said you should be under my thumb for life; you should never rise again!
And that little vixen Wen Qian dared to hit me—why? You all should be my family's servants; you should be supporting us!
He cried even more pitifully, lamenting various grievances: why was it my son who got sold? It should have been that little bastard Lu Chen!
My money! That little vixen Wen Qian—why wasn't she sold instead? Why did Lu Zheng have to ruin my plans? They're all worthless scum; they all deserve to die!
Why is it my family that has fallen apart? It should be Lu Zheng's entire family of scoundrels that perish!
He raved uncontrollably, oblivious to those around him. Wen Qian and Lu Zheng stood not far away, quietly listening and watching him lose control.
Lu Zheng's expression grew darker by the moment; veins bulged on his forehead as he pressed his lips tightly together. His grip on the bicycle tightened involuntarily.
He remained calm and composed, never showing any visible signs of emotional change, no matter how difficult the mission was. However, at this moment, he truly couldn't hold back any longer.
Wen Qian raised her hand to pat his restless one and turned to give him an extremely calm look. Fortunately, there was no one on the road; today was neither a holiday nor a special occasion. At this hour, everyone was either at work or staying home due to the sweltering heat.
Lu Yao cried for a while before tiring himself out. He reached for a nearby tree and quickly wrapped his arms and legs around it, mumbling a few words before falling into a deep sleep.
Wen Qian and Lu Zheng slowly pushed their bicycles over to him and immediately spotted the money lying on the ground, clearly dropped during his earlier struggles. Lu Zheng squatted down, picked up the money, and handed it to Wen Qian. The three of them then got on their bicycles and rode away.
Meanwhile, Lu Yao continued to mumble in his sleep, completely unaware that the money he had just lost had been found again.
Wen Qian looked at the money in her hand and patted Lu Zheng on the back as she spoke up. "Let's donate this money to the troops to help the children of martyrs." She had no intention of keeping it for herself; both she and Lu Zheng were capable individuals with savings, so there was no need to covet this money. Moreover, she found it dirty and simply didn't want it.
Indeed, there were children in greater need of assistance. She could wash this money clean so that it could help more children in need.
Lu Zheng stiffened for a moment before responding repeatedly. Suddenly, he spoke again, his voice tinged with a hint of guilt and apology. "I used to set aside some money every month to help the families of martyrs in need. I didn’t mean to keep it from you."
"It's fine; that's what you should do. I don't mind," Wen Qian replied.
Suddenly, memories of Lu Zheng from their childhood flooded her mind—he had been even smaller than Lu Chen was now, frail and often beaten by Ding Cuihua and their father when they went to work. Sometimes she would see him eating weeds in the fields; it pained her to watch, so she would secretly bring him some steamed buns from home.
As they grew older, Lu Zheng learned hunting from an old hunter at the foot of the village mountain while carrying the burden of his family. He eventually gained the ability to fend for himself. He even once gifted her a rabbit as a token of gratitude.
Their interactions had not been many, especially as they grew older; after Lu Zheng quietly enlisted in the army, they hardly spoke or saw each other anymore. It was hard to imagine connecting the tall and handsome man he had become with the small and fragile child he once was.
Having experienced hardship himself, he wanted to do what he could to help others—she understood all that.
Thank you!
Wen Qian heard Lu Zheng's voice and smiled, raising the corners of her mouth. She looked down at Xiao Chen in her arms and playfully pinched his little nose.
Suddenly, Lu Zheng felt an urge to hug her. His fingertips brushed together nervously as he pressed his lips tightly, yet he still didn't take action.
Just wait a bit longer!
Even if it was just to accumulate some good karma for Xiao Chen, her wish was no different from that of other parents—she simply hoped her child would grow up safe and happy.
Lu's father must have taken all the money from Lu Yao, harboring some ill intentions in his heart. Now that Lu Yao had lost all the money he had withdrawn, Lu's father's plans should have fallen through as well. However, it remained unclear what sinister scheme he was concocting in his mind.
It was a case of soldiers blocking soldiers and water blocking water; they could only take things one step at a time for now.
As Wen Qian walked with Lu Zheng, she suddenly noticed a man approaching them—a notorious madman from the neighboring village. He didn't like to tease women but particularly enjoyed teasing men, especially those like Lu Yao, who had tender skin.
She glanced at Lu Yao, who was sound asleep against a tree, and a rare smile appeared on her face.
As they walked further away, she saw the madman sprinting toward Lu Yao as if he had spotted treasure.
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