Little Hu’s voice was extremely hoarse, like his throat was torn.
God knows how scared Little Hu was today!
Everyone said Gu Nian was definitely dead, that a child who fell in couldn’t climb back out on their own.
But he didn’t believe it.
So he kept crying, kept making a fuss.
He couldn’t accept never seeing his sister again.
Fortunately, his sister came back.
He must watch her carefully, not let her leave.
Gu Nian felt helpless and could only wait for her hair to dry before going back to the room with Little Hu.
That night, she slept very sweetly.
When she woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.
Gu Nian remembered she had promised to cook for Young Master Nan yesterday and felt extremely remorseful.
She stood him up again, not knowing if she would anger that Young Master Nan!
Lin Sanshui and Mrs. Jiang came back from outside, with Lin Sanshui grumbling, "Pah, what’s the matter, always bringing up the village’s reputation. If they really cared about the village’s reputation, they would have taught Mrs. Zhang and her son well long ago. It’s just because Lin Man is close to the village chief’s family that the village chief keeps saying to make big things small. If it were Little Niu who was pushed into the water and almost drowned, would that old thing still say the same?"
Mrs. Jiang sighed, "Keep your voice down, we have already suffered this loss. If these words reach the village chief’s ears, it will be our own bad luck!"
Not to mention, the annual tax and grain inspections have to go through the village chief. If he says they’re unqualified several times, the family will have to redo the work over and over, which is a loss of manpower and resources.
Lin Sanshui, extremely angry, kicked the big tree in the courtyard, full of spirit, unable to release the pent-up frustration in his heart.
"Mom, did you and dad have a fight?" Gu Nian walked over and asked.
Mrs. Jiang shook her head, "No, nothing happened. Just go play by yourself, I need to talk to your dad about something!" ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ ɴovᴇl(F)ɪre.ɴet
"Oh." Gu Nian obediently nodded, but her intuition told her that what they were discussing definitely had something to do with her falling into the water.
Mrs. Jiang entered the room and touched Sanhu’s forehead and asked, "It feels like your fever has gone down, how do you feel? Do you still feel uncomfortable?"
"It’s been better since this morning." Sanhu shook his head and asked, "Dad, Mom, can I go outside to see my little sister?"
He wanted to go out in the morning, but Lin Sanshui and his wife feared his body hadn’t fully recovered, so they kept him inside deliberately.
Now, confirming Sanhu was indeed fine, Lin Sanshui finally relaxed, "Alright, you can go, but be careful and don’t go too far."
After Sanhu went out, Mrs. Jiang muttered, "Sanhu and Little Hu look like they really like Gu Nian. See, one cried until his voice broke, the other had a high fever and couldn’t wake up, but today, once Niannian came back, neither of them has any problems anymore."
Lin Sanshui comforted her, "The children are all healthy, we should be happy."
Of course, it would be even better if we could get rid of that disgusting Lin Man family.
Outside, Erhu came back and hugged Gu Nian tightly, "Little sister, I’m sorry you suffered."
Gu Nian was puzzled and said, "No... I didn’t suffer."
What exactly happened in the past day and night?
Why did everyone speak in ways she couldn’t understand?
It was from Little Hu’s mouth that Gu Nian learned that the person who pushed her into the water was actually a 6-year-old, Little Niu.
Moreover, Little Niu’s father, Lin Man, was the village chief’s nephew.
And the village chief was obviously covering for their family, persuading Lin Sanshui not to blow things out of proportion, to be forgiving when possible, as it’s good for everyone.