Gao Mingyuan: "What are you doing?"
He Ziyu ignored him and looked at Gu Xingdong. "No need to dirty your hands with this kind of person. Hand him over to me. I guarantee he'll regret being alive."
"Buddy, your moves just now were absolutely, incredibly… I can't even describe it. Have you trained? Are you interested in making movies with me? Kung fu movies, 'Heng heng ha hey.' Just show off a couple of moves like that, and I promise it'll be a big hit."
Li Lang came from behind, his eyes practically glued to Gu Xingdong with admiration.
He had seen his fair share of people, but never anyone with the graceful skills Gu Xingdong displayed.
"What kind of time is this to be thinking about your movie?" He Ziyu shot him a glance. "Hurry up and help me get Rui Rui out. I don't know if your car can still be fixed. I'll get you a new one later."
Li Lang chuckled. "Just having you say that is enough. But don't get me an identical one. I want to try a different model."
After the group pulled Rui Rui out of the car, He Ziyu gave him a simple check. Fortunately, they were only superficial injuries and no bones were broken.
Before long, the police arrived. They first secured Gao Mingyuan and then took everyone to the hospital.
"I'll leave this place to you to watch over for now. I have something to attend to and need to go out." He Ziyu's forehead wound had been treated simply. Standing in the hospital corridor, he looked at Rui Rui in the ward. The boy's calf was wrapped in bandages. He didn't know what Chen Lishu, who was guarding the bedside, had said, but the child's face gradually broke into a smile.
Li Lang: "Don't worry. Call me if anything comes up. I can't guarantee much else, but I can certainly round up some people to lend support."
"Then I'm leaving." He Ziyu turned and walked downstairs.
He found an outdoor public phone booth, picked up the receiver, and dialed a few numbers.
"Hello?" After a few rings, He Zinian's voice came from the other end.
He Ziyu: "Is that woman there?"
Hearing his address, He Zinian frowned. "Ziyu, the woman you're referring to is Qing Qing's mother, your sister-in-law. No matter how angry you are with me, you shouldn't always target her, should you? I…"
He Ziyu didn't have time to listen to his lecture. "He Zinian, I'm asking you one last time, where is that woman?"
Sensing something was off in his tone, He Zinian replied, "Shasha isn't at the company. Mom called and said Qing Qing isn't feeling well, so she's probably at Mom's place."
"Oh, right, you're looking for her…" for what?
Before He Zinian could finish speaking, the line had already been hung up in haste.
Why would He Ziyu call so suddenly? Wasn't he in the provincial capital? Why was he suddenly asking about Zhu Shasha?
The more He Zinian thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. He got up, left his office, gave his secretary a few instructions, and then hurried home.
"He hasn't been energetic since I picked him up from kindergarten. He's been crying to find his mother. I measured his temperature; he has a slight fever. He's already taken medicine. Why don't you take the child back with you for now?"
He Zinian's mother rubbed her temples. Qing Qing's temperament was far worse than Rui Rui's. He would cry inconsolably if things didn't go his way, and his voice was sharp and piercing, giving her a headache.
"Thank you, Mom, for taking care of him these past two days. I'll take him back now." Zhu Shasha took her son's hand and was about to leave when He Zinian's mother called her back.
"Wait a moment. I bought Qing Qing two outfits. They're in his room. Take them with you."
Although they didn't particularly care for Zhu Shasha, the old couple spared no expense when it came to Qing Qing.
He Zinian's mother finished speaking and went upstairs.
"Mom, I heard Grandpa and Grandma say they're leaving the house to Third Uncle. They're playing favorites." Qing Qing suddenly looked up and said.
Zhu Shasha thought they were referring to the house their grandparents currently lived in and didn't pay much attention, merely nodding absentmindedly. "Oh."
For some reason, she felt a sense of unease since entering the house, as if something were about to happen.
Gao Mingyuan had already gone to deal with those two troublemakers. The outcome was probably known by now.
"Grandpa said Eldest Uncle, Dad, and Third Uncle owe Third Uncle the most, so they're giving him all the houses on this street."
"What?" Zhu Shasha snapped back to attention, thinking she had misheard. She quickly crouched down, clasped her son's arm, and said, "Qing Qing, say that again. What did you just say?"
Qing Qing winced from the pain of her grip but still said, "Grandpa and Grandma are giving the houses to Third Uncle. Mom, didn't you say those houses were mine? I'm the only grandson in the He family."
Zhu Shasha's expression immediately turned unsightly. She didn't even wait for He Zinian's mother, who had gone upstairs to get the clothes. She stood up, grabbed her son's hand, and started walking out.
"I underestimated you, woman." The sudden voice froze Zhu Shasha in her tracks.
"How could you be here? Third Brother, why are you back?"
He Ziyu entered from the doorway, sneering. "Why the expression? Did you think I would have been hit by a car by now?"
Zhu Shasha glanced at the bandage on his forehead. "I don't understand what you're saying. I just heard Mom and Dad say you went to the provincial capital, so I was curious why you came back so suddenly."
"You call Mom and Dad? Our He family doesn't have a snake-hearted woman like you. You'd better go to the police station and turn yourself in now, confess everything you've done. For Qing Qing's sake, I'll allow you to spend the rest of your life repenting in there. Otherwise…"
"Otherwise what? He Ziyu, how can you speak to your sister-in-law like that?" He Zinian hurried in from outside, rushing forward to shield Zhu Shasha.
"He Zinian, I realize your brain isn't just slow, but you're also completely blinded. Do you know what this woman has done, and you're still defending her!" Seeing He Zinian's obstinacy, He Ziyu felt like punching him.
"Shasha has always been by my side. What could she have done? Ziyu, I know I betrayed Wenxin, and I'm a scoundrel. I don't care if you have opinions about Shasha, but she's my woman, and we're preparing to get our marriage license."
"You are not fit to mention my sister Wenxin's name." Hearing the familiar name, He Ziyu finally lost control and threw a punch at He Zinian.
"Zinian, are you okay?" Zhu Shasha rushed forward to check on him. Seeing his swollen lip, she couldn't help but cry, "I know Third Brother has always looked down on me. It's one thing for him to make things difficult for me, but how could he hit his own brother!"
"The good woman in your eyes, pregnant, went to sister Wenxin every day spewing nonsense, causing her to fall into severe depression. That wasn't enough, she even colluded with Gao Mingyuan and her own relatives to kidnap and sell Ming Rui. Rui Rui was only three years old that year. What did you do when the child was gone? You did nothing, and then you divorced her regardless of sister Wenxin's feelings!"