[Marriage first, love later] She is happy after marrying a widower

After Da Wa was injured, he was taken care of by servants and was always guarded by the experienced Doctor Liu, so Song Yanzhi and Han Heming did not have to worry too much.

They originally thought that after a few days of recuperation, the eldest child's injuries would gradually heal, but they did not expect that the men they captured would cause them a lot of trouble.

There were more than ten men who beat Da Wa. They relied on their numbers and beat and kicked Da Wa. It was human nature for Han Heming to send people to arrest them. If anyone else had their child bullied like this, they would not let the perpetrators go easily.

But who would have thought that the families of those dozen men would not give in.

They fanned the flames in the crowd, instigating the ordinary people who followed Han Heming and his convoy, and urged everyone to demand that Han Heming and his men release the people.

For a moment, the shouts of "Release them, release them" outside were deafening. The voices gathered together, as if to tear apart the silent night sky. The momentum seemed to be able to lift the roof of the carriage. The scene was very chaotic.

Han Heming looked at the people who were making trouble with a serious expression, his brows tightly furrowed, his eyes showing seriousness and helplessness, and he raised his voice and spoke.

"Fellow villagers, these people hurt my son. We can't let them off easily. Otherwise, if there are more such villains in the future, won't more innocent people be harmed? We have to consider everyone's safety."

He tried to reason with everyone and make them understand that he had a reason for arresting people.

At this time, an old woman slowly walked out from the crowd. She was wearing patched and worn clothes, which were a little white from washing. Her face was covered with wrinkles left by the years, and the crisscrossing lines seemed to tell of the hardships of life. But her eyes revealed a stubbornness and unwillingness to accept. She cleared her throat and spoke loudly in a hoarse voice.

"You are the master of a wealthy family, and you want to arrest my son. What can we poor people say? We don't have the ability to fight you.

But sir, you said my son hurt your son, isn’t that a joke?

Look at the way you all look, you are obviously wealthy and powerful people.

We are just ordinary people. When we see a wealthy family like yours, we usually take a detour to avoid getting into trouble. Even if we meet you on the road, we will respectfully let you go first. We don't even have time to hide, so how could we dare to hit your son? You can't just accuse us so easily."

As soon as she said this, the people around her seemed to have found their backbone and began to agree with her.

"That's right, you're bullying us. Why do you have to make up such excuses to slander us? We are all honest people who do our duty, but we can't stand your injustice."

A young man shouted at the top of his voice, his voice full of resentment, his face flushed red, as if he believed that Han Heming and the others were deliberately looking for trouble and bullying them, the powerless people.

"Slander? My son is still lying in the carriage, unconscious. His injuries are heartbreaking. If you don't believe me, come and take a look. See how badly my son was beaten. How could this be true?"

Han Heming was so angry that his face turned red and the veins on his forehead popped out. He really didn't expect these people to be so confused about right and wrong. The anger in his heart was rising, and he immediately retorted loudly. There was unquestionable anger and grievance in his voice. He really thought these people were too unreasonable.

When the old woman heard this, her face turned pale, her heart skipped a beat, and she became less confident. Her voice also weakened unconsciously, but she still gritted her teeth and said stubbornly, "Even if it is true, you can't blame my son entirely. Maybe there is some misunderstanding. It's late at night, and it's dark. Maybe there was some misunderstanding, and everyone started fighting on impulse. You can't just say it's all my son's fault. It's unfair to us.

As she spoke, her eyes avoided Han Heming's angry gaze, but she didn't want to watch her child being punished, so she could only continue to argue.

Han Heming said sternly, "Misunderstanding? Several grown men surrounded a child and started fighting. How could this be a misunderstanding? With so many eyes watching, how could it be fake?"

His eyes were full of anger, his eyes were wide open and he stared at the old woman. He was very angry at the unreasonable behavior of these people, and his voice trembled slightly, which showed that he was very angry.

Someone in the crowd shouted again, "Who knows if you guys are deliberately framing us?" The voice sounded sarcastic, as if the person was determined to go against Han Heming and the others to the end.

"Frame-up? I want to know what you have done that is worthy of us framing you? If you insist on causing trouble here, I will definitely punish those people and vent my anger for my son before I stop." Han Heming was so angry that he lost his patience and his tone became tough.

When the people heard this, they were immediately in an uproar. They became even more excited, and their angry voices rose one after another, like a group of enraged bees, buzzing non-stop.

"You are clearly bullying others by taking advantage of your power. How can this be justified? Do we ordinary people deserve to be bullied by you?" A white-haired old man was so angry that his beard was twitching. He waved the cane in his hand and shouted loudly. The cane hit the ground with a "dong dong" sound, as if cheering for his anger.

"That's right, we don't accept it and we can't let you have the final say!" Someone else shouted, and the angry voices rose one after another. The whole scene became more and more chaotic and difficult to control, just like a pot of boiling porridge, gurgling and boiling, and could overflow at any time.

Han Heming's face was so gloomy that it looked like water was about to drip out. He shouted, "Everyone, be quiet! This matter will be thoroughly investigated. If my son is truly at fault, I will not be partial. But before the truth is revealed, no one should try to cause trouble!"

He tried to suppress the chaotic scene with his authoritative voice, but the effect was not ideal.

Seeing the situation was not looking good, Song Yanzhi quickly stepped forward and said, "Everyone, please be patient. We will give you a fair outcome. We are all reasonable people. Once we have clarified the matter, we will do what needs to be done. Everyone, please calm down for a moment."

She tried to keep her voice as gentle as possible, hoping to calm everyone's excitement. However, the people's anger did not subside. They were still clamoring and the situation was still deadlocked, which was a headache.