"No matter what, if you don’t want me to spill the beans, you’re coming with me. Otherwise, I’ll take the child and go home by myself!"
"How are you going to leave in such cold weather? Besides, there are no buses at night. You think you can walk to the train station? You wouldn’t even make it to the city overnight!" Zhao Yingjun forcefully held her shoulders. "Just settle down!"
Su Jinxiu angrily retorted, "You just can’t let go of that wench, Su Miao..."
Before she could finish, Zhao Yingjun covered her mouth. "Keep babbling, and I’ll divorce you! Seems like you don’t want to live peacefully!" After saying that, he flung Su Jinxiu’s arm away and collapsed onto the bed.
Su Jinxiu sat on the side and started to cry, covering her face. But no one was there to comfort her. She started to guard her husband fiercely, determined not to let him sneak out at night to find Su Miao. In truth, Zhao Yingjun didn’t have such intentions. Who would approach a girl in her parents’ house in the middle of the night? He was a lecher, but not a madman.
If he got caught, wouldn’t they beat him to death?!
The couple lay silently in bed; Su Jinxiu glaring at her husband’s back, her chest burning with anger, wanting to strangle him!
Zhao Yingjun had been involved with many women before, and she had turned a blind eye. But to think he would woo his own niece!
If word got out, it would be better for him to die and for her to be a widow than to be despised by others!
Su Jinxiu reached out her hand but withdrew it before touching him, still afraid. All night, she tossed and turned like a pancake, unable to sleep.
Su Miao was also sleepless. The stove in the house was very hot, with thick quilts, making her heart more restless.
All she could think about was how to get to the city! Whenever she thought about her father’s attitude, she felt a chill in her heart. Although he loved her, he always kept his word. And Zhao Yingjun, would he let her go so easily? She was extremely nervous.
The Su Family each had their thoughts, and another person, Ding Quan, was also sleepless, sneaking along the road.
He had decided to sell his son for money, seeing that the New Year was approaching, and there were more gamblers in each village. His hands were itching, but how could he gamble without money?
Now, the only thing that could bring him fortune was this child. Besides, the people over there said that if they hadn’t heard about the child before the New Year, they would leave.
Even his old mother had been kicked out today, so he wouldn’t be successful going himself. He knew how much Wang Shufen despised him.
With two or three days left before the New Year, he made a decision to steal the child.
Back when he was the son-in-law of the Wang Family, he got a key to the front door, and he intentionally didn’t return it after the divorce.
He was initially planning to steal some money or something, but every time they went out, the old man carried the money with him, so he never succeeded. This time, he was stealing his son, so he brought the key with him.
Ding Quan changed into a lightweight cotton jacket, holding a brown-yellow pesticide bottle in his hand, which contained homemade knockout drops he bought from a neighboring household. He didn’t know the ingredients, but it was supposedly quite effective.
He planned to sedate his son and take him away to sell overnight.
The countryside was frugal with electricity; during this era, few could afford TVs, so it was mostly pitch-black. Only the occasional bark of a dog broke the silence, with no one on the roads.
Ding Quan reached the Wang Family’s door, checked his surroundings, and started unlocking the door, shivering from the cold and nervousness. It took him a long while to open the door, then he proceeded to Wang Shufen’s room.
His heart was pounding, knowing that besides Gu Junming, there was Old Wang, a tiger not to be messed with!
Just as he was about to open the lock, he heard a woman’s voice from a nearby room: "Who’s there!"
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