Erya was awakened by a few needles from Dao Xuzi, indeed suffering from a concussion. She felt nauseous for a long time, but fortunately, she didn’t vomit.
"How can she be so cruel?" Xun Hui couldn’t help but complain as she carefully took care of Erya, "Lanlan is so young. How could those two be so..."
Yang Ruxin didn’t care to listen to her nagging. Knowing Xun Hui’s nature—to pity whoever was suffering—and seeing that Erya was all right, she turned and walked out.
"Xinxin, where are you going?" Xun Hui called out anxiously.
"Of course, I’m going to take revenge for Lanlan. No one touches my people without consequence. You take care of the house," Yang Ruxin replied and hurried off.
Xun Hui sighed. This girl really couldn’t stand being wronged. But isn’t there a saying that ’suffering is a blessing’? Why can’t she just... Never mind, she’d better look after the children.
Yang Ruxin dashed to the old house, stood in the courtyard with her hands on her hips, and shouted, "Dong Hongmei, come out here!"
But the courtyard was silent; not a soul responded. Just as Yang Ruxin was about to kick down the door of the fourth room, Yang Baixiang entered from outside, "Xinxin, how is Lanlan?"
"She hit her head, but she’s not seriously hurt. She’ll recover after some rest..." Yang Ruxin turned to look at Yang Baixiang, "Where have you been? And where’s Dong Hongmei?"
"I was chasing after Sister-in-law Sini," Yang Baixiang sighed, "She’s gone..."
"Where did she go?" Yang Ruxin frowned.
"I don’t know. Right after you left with Lanlan, she hurriedly packed up her things and ran too. I went after her, but..." Yang Baixiang looked helpless. He really felt useless—unable to even catch up with a woman. When he finally did catch up to her, she pushed him to the ground. His pants must have torn then.
Only then did Yang Ruxin notice Yang Baixiang’s disheveled state, his pants torn, and his body covered with dirt from falling. She couldn’t help but sigh, "Uncle Xiaowu, do you really think it’s worth staying in this family?"
Yang Baixiang smiled bitterly, "I don’t have a choice..." His mother refused to divide the family; what could he do?
Yang Ruxin sighed as well, glancing at his leg. In truth, she could heal his leg, but she couldn’t do it right now. If she cured him, Uncle Xiaowu would have an even harder time getting away from this bothersome family. So, he would have to suffer a few more years. Then she turned to leave.
"Xinxin, where are you going?" Yang Baixiang quickly followed her a few steps.
"Obviously, to settle accounts with the Dong Family," Yang Ruxin said without looking back and walked away.
Yang Baixiang raised his hand but said nothing. He knew Ruxin’s temperament: decisive and steadfast. Until she found Dong Family, she likely wouldn’t rest.
However, Yang Ruxin searched everywhere she could think of but didn’t find the Dong Family. Dong Family hadn’t even returned to her parental home, which meant she had run away just like Yang Baifu, and no one knew where she went.
Unable to find her, she had no choice but to let it go.
Two days later, Erya gradually recovered. She wasn’t feeling nauseous anymore and could eat normally. It’s just that her little face was quite a scary sight: it had turned from red and swollen to a purplish hue, and it would probably take many more days to heal.
"Big sister, I haven’t heard a story in two days," the little girl remembered the stories Yang Ruxin told.
"Oh, don’t worry, your sister didn’t tell any these past two days," Sini waved. "We’ve been waiting for you to get better so we can all listen together."