This is terrible! My future prime minister keeps trying to kiss me forcibly.

Seeing He Jing and the others rushing over from the opposite side, He's mother instructed them to call out to the outside, just like she had, to bring He Wuyang's soul back.

"Quick, quick, all of you come and call out to Ah Yang. He'll come back to sleep when he hears our voices."

He Wuyou was already extremely anxious, and he also happened to be secretly competing with Lu Shi'an.

As soon as his mother gave the order, he called out after her, "Ayang, come back to sleep! Ayang! You're back!"

Lu Shi'an, who was standing nearby, was also worried about the little girl inside and called out, "Wu Yang, come back soon! No matter how far away you are, come back quickly!"

He Jing didn't believe in this nonsense and walked straight into the house, bypassing the group. He saw Xiao Xiao holding her younger sister and massaging her hands, so he quickly went over and carefully took her from her.

He asked in a deep voice, "Xiao Xiao, what should I do?"

Ye Xiaoxiao demonstrated her technique to him, and He Jing followed her example to continue performing it on He Wuyang.

After a while, He Wuyang gradually stopped crying and gently closed her eyes, falling asleep peacefully. Her hands, which had been tightly clenched together, also loosened.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this.

......

Since returning from town, Li Yuemei hasn't left the house. She sits there blankly, lost in thought.

Seeing her daughter's expression, Zhao Chunxiu went over and poked Li Yuemei's forehead hard.

"You damned wretch, all you do at home is open your mouth and eat. Even if I raised a pig, it would still earn me some money. Look at you, half-dead, who are you trying to impress? That scholar?"

Upon hearing the words "scholar," Li Yuemei, who had been staring blankly, seemed to have a chord struck in her heart. She shoved Zhao Chunxiu away and began to go berserk in the courtyard.

"Gone! Gone! Everything's gone! Hahahaha—everything's gone—hahahahaha—"

"You shameless hussy, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Chunxiu stood with her hands on her hips and started cursing, spitting everywhere.

Li Yuemei composed herself and began to laugh again: "Mother, everything is gone! Scholar Lin killed his mother and was arrested and imprisoned. Hahahaha—everything is gone."

Upon hearing about the murder, Zhao Chunxiu was shocked and asked incredulously, "Who did you say killed someone?"

Li Yuemei tilted her head, looking at Zhao Chunhua with a strange expression: "Mother, I said that Scholar Lin killed his mother. I saw him being taken away with my own eyes. When his mother was dug out of the ground, she was covered in maggots—hahahahaha, he killed his mother!"

Zhao Chunxiu was startled by her daughter's gaze and took a few steps back. It seemed that the matter was almost certain.

If Lin Xiucai is arrested, who will marry her daughter?

Although she didn't have high hopes to begin with, she now has to make other plans.

Who let that slut get pregnant with an illegitimate child! She's getting too far along in her pregnancy to show, we need to marry her off as soon as possible! Preferably to another village.

......

Shanxie Village, Zhao Chunhua's home.

"How did my perfectly healthy son become a useless person?" Old Qian was furious in the room, looking at his son lying on the bed with his face full of anger.

"It's all your fault, you wretched woman, for not disciplining your son properly. Otherwise, my son, Qian Laoshui, wouldn't be like this."

He stretched out his right hand, which had only four fingers, and pointed at Zhao Chunhua viciously, cursing her.

Having had enough of living a life of passive acceptance, Zhao Chunhua was no longer willing to swallow her anger and immediately retorted, "What kind of son do you expect Qian Laoshui to have? With a gambling addict as his father, what kind of person can you expect him to grow up to be? Do you expect him to have a finger chopped off at the gambling table like you?"

"You wretched woman! You dare talk back now! I'll teach you a lesson!"

Qian Laoshui rolled up his sleeves, ready to find something to teach Zhao Chunhua a lesson.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chunhua was prepared. She pulled out a gleaming kitchen knife from behind her back and roared with red eyes, "Come on! Who's afraid of who? Qian Laoshui, you old bastard, let me tell you, I've had enough of this kind of life. I'd rather die together with you! Come on!"

Old Qian was used to being bossy and domineering at home, and he had never seen such a display before. His arrogant attitude instantly subsided.

"Chunhua, put down the knife. Let's talk this out."

"What's there to say! What's the point of talking to a damned, bastard like you? I have no reason to live anymore, so let's just end it all today!"

After saying that, she took the knife and walked menacingly toward her son, Qian Yitong.