"Uncle Xiaowu, you could live a life like this too." Yang Ruxin smiled, "Now tell me, how is the Dong Family doing?"
"They were saved." Yang Baixiang forced a bitter smile, "Thankfully for the silver you gave..." It was only enough to cover the medical fees, there was still the cost of medicine to consider. He had come back to get money; the Dong Family needed treatment for at least two more days, but her mother wouldn’t give a single penny. He truly had no other choice.
"Amitabha." Xun Hui clasped her hands together and chanted a Buddhist prayer.
"Is it that the silver is not enough?" Yang Ruxin raised her eyebrows slightly, then took out another piece of silver, "Use this first."
"But you shouldn’t be the one to pay." Yang Baixiang hurriedly waved his hands and stood up, "I just came over to tell you that my fourth sister-in-law is all right, just weak. She needs to rest for a few days. Don’t worry about her—I should be going..."
"Uncle Xiaowu." Xiaofeng grabbed his hand, "Big sister said we can’t leave food. It’s wasteful..." He said, pointing to his bowl, which had more than half a bowl of egg-fried rice he had served for Uncle Xiaowu.
Yang Baixiang’s face turned red, but his nose felt sour. His little nephew must have been afraid he hadn’t had enough to eat earlier. He immediately picked up the bowl: "It’s my fault, I’ll finish it right now." Saying so, he teared up and ate the rest of the half bowl.
"Drink some water." Xiaofeng brought over a bowl of water to him.
"Alright." Yang Baixiang sniffled, then downed the bowl of warm water, and patted Xiaofeng on the head. After looking at Xun Hui and Yang Ruxin, he said, "I’ll head back now."
Yang Ruxin nodded her head, "I’ll see you out." She didn’t insist on giving him the silver; after all, treating the Dong Family wasn’t her responsibility.
Yang Baixiang left the courtyard and, turning back, waved to Yang Ruxin: "Go back, lock the door properly."
Yang Ruxin nodded and, watching Yang Baixiang move away, she was just about to close the courtyard door when she suddenly frowned and dashed out: "Who’s there?"
The person hiding in the shadows suddenly trembled.
"Come out," Yang Ruxin stalked over and shouted fiercely, "Otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude."
"Big cousin..." A frightened voice came from inside, then Daya, looking like a little beggar, crawled out from behind the vegetable rack.
"Daya?" Yang Ruxin frowned, "What are you doing here?"
"I..." Daya swallowed, "I’m hungry..."
"Was it you who poisoned them?" Yang Ruxin’s brow furrowed deeply.
"Big cousin, if they had died, I would be an orphan with no parents... Can’t you just keep me?" Daya burst into tears, "But why didn’t any of them die?"
"Yang Rujue, what on earth are you thinking?" Yang Ruxin’s face darkened, "Just because you want me to take you in, you can poison your own mother and grandparents? But how can I dare to take in someone as ruthless as you?" The cruelty of this child was appalling to her. Thankfully, she didn’t take her in. Otherwise, imagine if one day she got upset and poisoned her own family members. She was hardly six years old, and Yang Ruxin couldn’t imagine what she’d be like when she grew up.
"I..." Daya bit her lip, then looked up at Yang Ruxin, "What right do you have to talk to me like this? Is it wrong to want a better life? If you had taken me in, I wouldn’t have done that. It’s all your fault..."