Chapter 270 Possession

The soft, gentle city dialect drifted into Song Yu'an's ears, making her feel a tightness in her chest, as if someone had covered her mouth and nose with a quilt.

She sneered and slowly opened her mouth, her voice not loud, but sharp as an icicle: "Dajun, you crawled out of this poor mountain village and grew up eating sweet potato rice. Why don't you go back to the city first? Don't let our city girl step on your muddy legs and dirty her shoes when she comes in."

Xiao Shui quickly turned around, her expression changing. She hurriedly smiled apologetically, her voice softening, "Mom, that's not what I meant! My uncle really was scammed before, and you don't want Dajun to suffer, do you? I was just worried about him..."

Song Yu'an ignored her completely, his gaze passing over her shoulder and landing directly on Shen Cuifen's face.

She reached out and gently stroked the stray hairs at her daughter-in-law's temples, her tone firm and solemn: "As long as the divorce certificate isn't issued, you will remain the eldest daughter-in-law of the Zhou family. No one can touch that title, not even if she sits in the passenger seat."

Xiao Shui was rebuffed, her face flushed red and then turned pale. Finally, she couldn't hold back anymore, pouted, and silently wiped away her tears.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto the piece of paper she had been clutching, leaving a small water stain.

The car had just stopped when there was a knock on the window.

"Knock knock knock!"

Several rapid taps sounded, like drumbeats.

Zhou Jianguo rushed over carrying his slippers, his trousers rolled up, revealing half of his dark calves.

He waved people away while shouting, "Make way! It must be Old Li's car from the orchard! Get out of the way, don't block the boss! Who will be responsible if this delays important business!"

He grinned and tapped on the car window, peering inside: "Dajun, Dajun, open the door! It's me, Jianguo! Our second son!"

The car windows were covered with dark film; the glass of a car from the 1980s was not transparent, and the figures inside were blurry, as if seen through a layer of smoke.

Left with no other option, Zhou Dajun had to roll down the window.

Zhou Jianguo immediately handed him a cigarette with a grin. Just as his fingers touched the car window frame, he glanced to the side and saw Song Yu'an and Shen Cuifen sitting in the back seat.

The two men were neatly dressed and had solemn expressions, like two immovable statues.

"mother?!"

Zhou Jianguo was so startled that he took a step back, his slippers flying off, and his voice suddenly rose, "You...you're sitting in our boss's car?"

He immediately turned around and bowed repeatedly to Zhou Dajun, his waist almost touching the ground, saying over and over again, "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! My mother is old and her mind is confused. She didn't mean anything by what she said. Please don't take it to heart, please don't mind!"

With that, he whirled around and rushed to the back door like a gust of wind. He grabbed the doorknob with both hands and pulled with all his might, yelling as he pulled, "Mom! What are you doing? What's wrong with you? Who told you to cause trouble on the way here and force them to bring you here? Get down here right now! Get down here right now! Haven't you embarrassed us enough? You've completely disgraced the Zhou family!"

Song Yu'an stood motionless under the car, his face as cold as ice, and his voice lashed out without mercy: "What boss? Who are you calling the boss? That's your own brother, your own elder brother Zhou Dajun! Open your eyes and take a good look! Look carefully at who's standing in front of you! Don't forget you can't even recognize your own family!"

Zhou Jianguo was stunned by those words, then rolled his eyes, his lips twitched, and he was about to retort when he felt a steady footstep approaching from behind.

He turned around and saw that Zhou Dajun had already pushed open the car door and stepped out unhurriedly. He stood behind him, his posture upright, his gaze calm yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

This scene made the air seem to freeze for a moment.

Just then, Li Laolu and his mother's eyes widened suddenly, and they screamed almost simultaneously: "Dajun?! It's you? It really is you? You're still alive?! My God, you're still alive!"

The shout was like a stone thrown into a calm lake.

The villagers, who had been watching from a distance, suddenly erupted in excitement, crowding around from all directions and shouting all at once, "Dajun! It really is Dajun back!"

"Oh my God, you're still alive!"

Where have you been all these years?

"Why did you disappear without a word? You didn't even send a message back? We all thought...you had something happen to you!"

Zhou Dajun was surrounded by the sudden noise, his ears were ringing, and his head was spinning.

He was surrounded by beaming, smiling faces; some patted his shoulder, some tugged at his sleeve, and some were so moved they wiped away tears.

But he couldn't recognize any of these faces.

They talked about his past, about falling while climbing trees as a child, skipping school, and getting into fights for others, as if they were talking about an old neighbor they knew very well.

But to him, it all felt like listening to someone else's story, distant and unfamiliar.

He didn't even know the other person's name, and could only stand there blankly, at a loss, his eyes wide with confusion.

In the back seat of the car, Xiao Shui frowned, her face was pale, and her little hands were tightly gripping the hem of her clothes.

She abruptly raised her hand and decisively locked the car door with a click, shrinking even deeper into the corner, her back pressed against the cold car window, like a frightened little animal.

Her lips trembled slightly, and she had only one thought in her mind: I will never get off the bus, even if you kill me!

Song Yu'an caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye, gave a soft hum, but said nothing more.

She turned around and took Shen Cuifen's hand, her tone calm yet unquestionable: "Come on, let's go downstairs."

The two got out of the car one after the other. Song Yu'an stood at the front of the crowd, raised his hand and waved gently, shouting in a loud and clear voice, "Stop arguing! Listen to me! This is my eldest son, Zhou Dajun! He's not dead. He was injured in an accident back then. He's back now, but his mind has been affected a bit, and he can't remember anything from before. Don't scare him! Everyone, please don't push. Make way, let's go home first, okay?"

Her words quieted the crowd slightly, but many people still whispered among themselves, their eyes darting back and forth between Zhou Dajun and the car.

Zhou Jianguo, standing to the side, didn't hear what his mother was saying at all. His eyes were fixed on the black sedan, the car's luster reflected in his pupils, as if he were bewitched.

He looked at it three times, each time more carefully than the last, from the front to the back of the car, from the rims to the license plate, afraid of missing a single detail.

His throat bobbed involuntarily, and he secretly licked his dry lips with the tip of his tongue, his heart churning with uncontrollable ecstasy and greed.

car!

This is a real car!

It's not one of those beat-up tricycles, nor is it a tractor!

He worked at the factory for ten years before he was lucky enough to get a chance to drive the factory manager's car. He touched the steering wheel and was immediately berated.

But that car isn't even worth a fraction of this Honda!