In Lotus Leaf Town where Lianhua Village is located, Yang Zhenfa came out of the passenger station.
This time his return home took a bit longer, mainly because his wife had called him about his daughter’s illness relapsing.
Yang Zhenfa rushed home, and he stayed in the hospital for several days, waiting until his daughter’s condition stabilized before he left.
Seeing the suffering his daughter endured in the hospital, Yang Zhenfa’s heart felt as if it was being gouged out. He resolved that he must have Xiao Yuzhu bear a child. Once the child was born, he would take the child for a medical check-up. If the child was a match, he would think of a way to take the child away; if not, he would try for another.
As for what would happen to Xiao Yuzhu, Yang Zhenfa hadn’t really thought about it.
In his view, he had already spent quite a bit of money on Xiao Yuzhu, which he considered fair treatment for her.
Besides, the Xiao Family were just poor farmers from a remote area, insignificant people. Even if something really happened, they wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.
It was precisely because he felt the Xiao Family were easy to control that Yang Zhenfa chose Xiao Yuzhu.
In addition, Xiao Yuzhu’s blood type was the same as his daughter’s, which he and his wife figured could be useful for their daughter.
Standing in the street, Yang Zhenfa contemplated finding a ride to Lianhua Village when a motorbike stopped beside him.
"Brother, where are you headed? I can give you a lift."
Yang Zhenfa smiled, "Lianhua Village, are you going there?"
There weren’t many taxis in the town, but there were quite a few motorbike taxis. Many young people made money by giving rides on their bikes, and Yang Zhenfa had taken several rides before.
The young rider said, "Sure, US$ 10."
Yang Zhenfa then got on the motorbike.
By this time, it had already entered the twelfth lunar month, the weather bitterly cold. Yang Zhenfa was dressed warmly, but still, sitting on the back of the motorbike, the wind stung his face painfully.
The young rider rode through the narrow, bumpy road, headed towards more desolate areas.
When they reached a completely open area, the young rider stopped.
He halted the motorbike, and Yang Zhenfa, seeing him stop, asked, "Why have we stopped? Is the bike broken?"
He had barely gotten the words out when someone hit him from behind.
Someone struck his back hard with a stick, causing Yang Zhenfa to almost spit blood.
The young rider quickly jumped off the motorbike, and pulled Yang Zhenfa down to the ground.
Then, someone put a sack over Yang Zhenfa’s head, and together with the young rider, brutally beat him.
After the beating, it didn’t stop there; they took Yang Zhenfa’s phone, removed his SIM card, snapped it in half, threw it into the snowy ground, and smashed the phone.
Yang Zhenfa struggled fiercely, but couldn’t break free, crying out, "Stop hitting me, you want money, right? I’ll give you money, I’ll give..."
But the more he yelled, the more he was beaten.
Then he heard the two young men’s voices: "Who cares about your lousy money, I’ve hated you for a long time, we’re hitting you..."
Yang Zhenfa felt he was almost beaten to death. At the end, he didn’t even have the strength to speak.
The two men didn’t want to let him go, stripping off his down jacket, and simply threw him into the icy snowy ground, then walked away nonchalantly.
Yang Zhenfa waited a long time before he could recover.
Frozen through, his body shivering uncontrollably, he struggled to stand up and reached for his phone, but one look at the condition of the phone told him it was unable to make calls.
Can’t call the police, nor can he call the Xiao Family to pick him up, Yang Zhenfa could only struggle to get up and stagger towards Lianhua Village.
After beating Yang Zhenfa, the young guy didn’t call until he returned to his home in town.
At this moment, Xiao Yuan was changing shifts; he had just taken off his lab coat when his phone rang.
"Brother."
A rather young voice spoke up: "Brother, I’ve handled the thing you asked me to, we didn’t go easy on that kid."
Xiao Yuan chuckled: "Good, keep an eye on him, and let Mingzi stay alert too. If he goes to my house, make sure he doesn’t say anything that could harm my sister."
The young man solemnly promised: "Brother, don’t worry, your sister is like our sister to all of us; we wouldn’t let our own sister suffer, that bastard, he’s nothing, I’ll kill him."
"Take it easy, just beat him up, don’t cripple him."
Xiao Yuan cautioned him.
The young man was still very angry: "Just beating him up is letting him off too easy."
Xiao Yuan laughed: "I have plenty of ways to deal with him, don’t worry about that anymore, just keep an eye on the situation at home."
After hanging up, Xiao Yuan put his phone away and headed out.
This matter, he still needed to think it over.
Besides, Zhou Chong’s situation also needed to be dealt with quickly.
These days, Zhou Chong was having a hard time.
After Jiang Anan beat him and broke up with him, the girl he liked, Min Leshan, also despised him for this and wouldn’t pay him any attention anymore, causing Zhou Chong great distress.
Also, because of the Jiang Anan incident, he became notorious in school, facing pointing fingers whenever he went out, and even his roommates called him a scumbag behind his back.
You know, it’s not easy for men in today’s society to find a girlfriend.
Especially for those ordinary-looking guys without family backgrounds, finding a pretty and nice girlfriend is even harder.
And Zhou Chong, this guy, always looking for better options.
He had such a beautiful girlfriend who was utterly devoted to him, supporting him for food and drink for two years, yet he cheated on her behind her back, if he’s not a scumbag then what is.
Not just the female classmates despised Zhou Chong, but the male classmates also looked down on his character.
If he could be so ruthless to a girl who treated him sincerely, could he be loyal and sincere to his roommates and classmates? No joke.
The psychological toll was one thing, the most important point, Zhou Chong’s standard of living plummeted.
His family was not well-off; his dad had passed away early, and his mom struggled to support him and his sister in their studies.
For the last two years, Jiang Anan had subsidized him, allowing him to eat well.
But now that Jiang Anan is not giving him money anymore, he found himself in dire straits.
Before, Zhou Chong could eat meat every day, have a second meal at night if he was hungry, and even buy some nice clothes. But now, he doesn’t have money, not to mention buying clothes, he doesn’t even have enough for food.
He can’t afford meat anymore, only eating white rice and vegetables daily, switching to mantou and pickles in the morning to save money.
At this point, Zhou Chong finally understood how important Jiang Anan was to him.
He had even thought about pleading with Jiang Anan, thinking about crying and begging Jiang Anan to come back.
He believed that since Jiang Anan could be deeply affectionate for two years, supporting his food and drink, she must love him dearly; maybe she would change her mind if he begged properly.