She won't clear her name; she'll throw away all the scum.

Jiang Wenhua was stunned. His sister? Which sister? No matter which stepsister he was, she couldn't possibly be as thin as him.

Thinking back to the Chinese New Year a few months ago, when he went to his former stepfather's house to deliver New Year's goods, everyone... was there, and they were all in good health. Who is so thin? Which liar is impersonating his sister?

No, no, Jiang Wenhua recalled that day; it seemed like someone was missing—his youngest stepsister, Qiu Rong, and her husband were gone. What did his adoptive father say back then? Oh, he said she was pregnant, but the pregnancy was unstable, and she wouldn't be coming this year.

Is she his third sister?

Jiang Wenhua squatted down and carefully brushed aside her hair, revealing a face covered in bruises.

"sister?"

Jiang Wenhua's heart clenched when he saw her miserable state. He then carefully checked her nose, worried that his sister might have been killed by his earlier actions.

That bastard Chen Xiangbei is utterly inhuman. Couldn't he have explained the situation first before dumping the person on him? What if his sister gets seriously injured because of this fall?

Forget it, it's good enough that we managed to get him out. With his brain, he definitely wouldn't have thought of that.

"Mom, stop hiding! Come out quickly! We need to go to the hospital!" Jiang Wenhua shouted.

Chen Xiangbei initially only believed half of it, and was thinking that if it wasn't true, he would have Qiao Shan carry the person to the police station so they could figure out a solution.

But when Jiang Wenhua said those words, Chen Xiangbei knew that the man was not lying to him.

“Brother Qiao, you can run fast carrying this, but there aren’t any tricycles around here, and it’s too late to borrow one,” Chen Xiangbei said, pulling Qiao Shan’s hand.

Qiao Shan nodded. Since they were acquaintances, it was fine. He squatted down, pushed Jiang Wenhua away, picked her up, and ran outside.

When Jiang's mother heard the noise, she ran out, but she didn't dare to meet Chen Xiangbei and Qiao Shan's eyes. She just took a small blanket from the house and wrapped Yang Rong up completely, crying, "What happened? How did my Rongrong become like this?"

Jiang Wenhua didn't have time to ask Chen Xiangbei. He told Qiao Shan to send the person over first, and that he would catch up later. Then he turned around and went into the room to get his money box.

Everyone had left, and Jiang's mother was restless in the house. Jiang Wenhua had just told her to stay at home and that he would take care of things, but she had raised that child for many years and she was a very good child. Now that the child was so badly injured, Jiang's mother really couldn't sit still and couldn't stay at home in peace.

The thought of going to the hospital alone, with so many people there, terrified her. She was even reluctant to meet people in the compound, let alone those outside; it was tantamount to sending her to her death.

But Qiu Rong... Fang's father had nailed the stool that Jiang's mother was sitting on. She would stand up and sit down again, walk around, and then lie on the table.

She looked in the mirror; the scar on her face stretched from her forehead to her left cheek. From childhood to old age, everyone was afraid of her face. Her parents disliked her, relatives mocked her; every word felt like a needle piercing her body, making her increasingly afraid to see anyone.

Her first husband treated her well, and her second husband didn't care either, which allowed her to stay at home peacefully and breathe a sigh of relief.

Her marriages to both husbands were arranged by others, and she simply had to follow their wishes. Now, if she were to go out and ask others for directions, she would feel extremely afraid.

After hesitating for a while, Jiang's mother couldn't overcome her worry for Qiu Rong. She took a deep breath and then opened the door to her home.

Grandma Xia had just been woken up by the commotion in the courtyard, but since no one called her, she didn't think much of it. She had just closed her eyes when she heard a faint sound coming from her own door.

Grandma Xia sprang to her feet in a flash; something had indeed happened in the middle of the night.

She opened the door and saw a woman about her height who had covered herself completely, especially her face, as if she couldn't show it to anyone, except for her eyes, which looked like those of a frightened fawn, revealing panic.

To be honest, if Grandma Xia hadn't had a strong heart, she probably would have fainted if she had seen someone dressed like that in the middle of the night. It was really quite frightening.

"You...who are you?"

No one in the entire compound had ever seen Jiang's mother; she only existed in Jiang Wenhua's words. So it was normal that Old Lady Xia didn't recognize her. When they first moved here, Xia Yu'e had seen her early one morning, but she only caught a glimpse before running frantically into the house. She didn't get a good look and almost got extorted by Jiang Wenhua.

“I am Jiang Wenhua’s mother.”

Jiang's mother's voice was so soft it was barely audible; if it weren't for the quiet of the night, Old Mrs. Xia probably wouldn't have been able to hear her at all.

"What? You...you can only come out in the middle of the night?" Old Mrs. Xia didn't dare to raise her voice in front of her, afraid of scaring her away.

Jiang's mother's heart was pounding. She had almost exhausted all her courage by taking the initiative to speak to someone for the first time. "I... I don't usually go out at night, but... I have to go out today. Can you do me a favor?"

On the quiet street, two small figures ran quickly and soon appeared at the hospital entrance.

As soon as Jiang's mother stepped into the hospital, she nervously picked at her hands and remained silent.

Grandma Xia sighed, led the people to the nurses' station to ask, and then pulled her into the ward.

In the ward, Jiang Wenhua's eyes were red, and he looked like a bull about to go berserk. Qiu Rong was sleeping peacefully with her eyes closed on the bed.

When Chen Xiangbei saw his mother bring in a person whose appearance was unrecognizable, he stood up and nudged Jiang Wenhua, who was clenching his fists next to him.

Jiang Wenhua looked up and her heart jumped into her throat. Her mother, whom outsiders often said was a fabrication because she had never seen a person, was standing there nervously outside the ward.

Seeing him look over, she didn't say anything, quickly went into the ward and closed the door.

The patient in the next bed, who had just broken his leg in the middle of the night, turned around and saw this person, shouting, "What is this? What is this thing?"

Jiang's mother also cried out in response to his voice, her voice thin but sharp, making everyone in the ward feel uncomfortable.

Jiang Wenhua naturally noticed as well, saying, "Mom, stop shouting, stop shouting."

Jiang's mother immediately hid behind Jiang Wenhua and said in a muffled voice, "I troubled Comrade Xia to bring me here. What happened to your sister?"

Speaking of his third stepsister, Jiang Wenhua felt angry again. "She was almost killed by his beastly in-laws. She miscarried, was almost beaten to death, and even had her ribs fractured. If it weren't for the good fortune of being found by Comrade Qiao Shan and Comrade Xiang Bei, we would never have seen her alive again."

Jiang's mother's face turned pale, but because it was wrapped in cloth, no one noticed.

Grandma Xia was puzzled: "Are you and your stepsister very close? I've never heard you mention it before?"