Chapter 69 Worried about someone getting killed (Seeking monthly votes)

Zhang Xiang rushed into the water to search for Hong Lanlan.

The people on the shore were waiting anxiously.

Zhang Xiang brought Hong Lanlan to the shore; she had drunk a lot of river water and had fainted.

Zhang Xiang performed CPR on Hong Lanlan, and it took him a while to revive her.

Hong Lanlan's voice was very soft, and tears fell like beads from a broken string.

"Why did you save me? It would have been better if I had just died."

Song Cuiping stood aside, angrily saying, "What do you mean 'die'? You still owe me a lot. You must live well. I haven't argued with you enough yet."

Zhang Xiang glared at Song Cuiping. "Can you please say less?"

Song Cuiping wouldn't listen at all. "Why should I say less? My clothes went missing and ended up in your house. Can't I even say a few words?"

Hong Lanlan was agitated. "I really didn't steal your clothes. If you still accuse me of this, I can go and drown myself again."

“If you really drown yourself, your children will be stigmatized for it,” someone said from the side.

"Since you say you didn't steal the clothes, you should live on and find the real thief."

"You died in a fit of pique. How heartbroken must the survivors be? Have you ever thought about the people who care about you?"

The onlookers couldn't help but speak up. Although Hong Lanlan was usually a big mouth, she was, after all, a living being.

Nobody wants to watch a living person die because of a fit of pique.

Hong Lanlan didn't say anything, she just kept sobbing.

Zhang Xiang carried her home, boiled hot water for her to soak in, and washed away the cold from her body.

Meanwhile, news of Hong Lanlan's suicide by drowning spread throughout the family compound.

Song Cuiping was stopped and asked about Hong Lanlan's situation.

Song Cuiping glared at the other person, "If you want to know about Hong Lanlan, go to her house. Why are you asking me? I'm not her mother."

"Asking a question isn't illegal or against the law, why are you being so rude?" the other person said deliberately. "Oh dear, what happened to that injury on your face?"

"none of your business!"

Song Cuiping continued walking home.

Du Jun looked at Song Cuiping returning from outside. He had been at home with the child and hadn't chased after her, so he didn't know what had happened outside.

Seeing Song Cuiping return dejectedly, Du Jun asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Hong Lanlan stole our clothes, and when I found out, she became furious and nearly drowned herself in the river," Song Cuiping recounted the events that had just transpired.

Du Jun was so shocked he almost bit his tongue. "What? How could this happen?"

“Hong Lanlan always thought that our relationship was good. She was very jealous. She felt that even though she had given birth to two sons for Zhang Xiang, she was not as loved by men as I was, who had given birth to two daughters. So she always went against me. She was the one who spread rumors that we were getting a divorce. That woman is despicable.”

Song Cuiping still hasn't changed her habit of swearing.

In her mind, Hong Lanlan was someone who deserved to be cursed.

Du Jun advised, "You should say less. The man almost drowned."

"That's ridiculous. I didn't push her into the river. Why should I feel bad about it? Besides, she stole her clothes and cut them up. Even if she took them home, she wouldn't be able to wear them."

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. If Hong Lanlan hadn't just been rescued and brought home, she would definitely still be causing trouble for them and demanding compensation.

Du Jun sighed, "If you can't wear it, you can't wear it. Nothing is more important than human life."

Du Jun worried that if the disturbance continued, it would definitely lead to someone's death.

Song Cuiping got anxious, slammed her hand on the table, and stood up. "Du Jun, what do you mean by that? When I heard the clothes were stolen, you were picking fights with me every day. Now that the thief has been caught, you're taking their side. Tell me, are you feeling sorry for Hong Lanlan?"

Du Jun simply felt that they lived in the same residential compound and would see each other all the time.

If this continues, it will make everyone look bad.

It's better to just swallow this bitter pill.

"What are you saying? I've barely seen Hong Lanlan, why would I feel sorry for her?"

“Since you don’t care about her, leave the clothes to me. I’ll handle it myself.” Song Cuiping was determined not to let the matter rest.

Give Hong Lanlan a day's respite. After tomorrow, she must go to Hong Lanlan's house the day after to demand an explanation.

Du Jun wanted to say something more, but Song Cuiping glared at him, so he had no choice but to shut his mouth.

...

The next day, Aunt Chunhua appeared at Xu Qingmo's house.

With a smile on her face, she took the initiative to speak to Wang Jing, "I'm so sorry, I had something to do yesterday and couldn't come over. I'm done with my work today, so I can come to your house to cook."

Wang Jing flatly refused, "Your number has already been used by someone else. Someone else is cooking today, so you don't need to come anymore."

When Aunt Chunhua heard that Hong Lanlan hadn't been chosen to cook, she thought to herself that the selection criteria for Xu Qingmo's family must go beyond just being good at cooking.

She dared to say that in this residential compound, apart from Hong Lanlan being a better cook, no one could compare to her.

Aunt Chunhua tried to pretend nothing had happened, but Wang Jing didn't give her the chance.

“I was confused yesterday and was fooled by Hong Lanlan. Actually, I wanted to come to your house to cook. We all live in the same compound and see each other all the time, so please give me a chance.”

Aunt Chunhua was still unwilling to leave, having heard that she could pack some meat to take home after cooking here.

She wanted to earn a large sum of money from Hong Lanlan, and she also planned to cook and pack meat and vegetables to take back home, wanting to do both.

"I'm so sorry, the number plates are issued in order. Since yours has expired, and there are many other people waiting behind you, if I let you cut in line, the others definitely won't agree," Wang Jing refused again.

Aunt Chunhua said, "This is easy to handle. I can go door to door and tell them to postpone it for one day. You don't need to make the trip yourself. What do you think?"

"Not very good." Xu Qingmo came out of the house; she had heard almost everything that had just been said.

I thought Aunt Chunhua was easy to talk to, and that she would go back once I explained my meaning.

I never expected her to be so stubborn.

Xu Qingmo stepped in and shooed the people away.

"Xu Qingmo, please give me a chance. I really want to cook here," Aunt Chunhua persisted.

Xu Qingmo snorted coldly, "You've already sold the number plate to Hong Lanlan, so don't waste everyone's time coming to my doorstep anymore."

Aunt Chunhua was taken aback and asked instinctively, "How did you know?"

After she finished speaking, she realized something was wrong and quickly covered her mouth.

Xu Qingmo, "If you don't want people to know, don't do it in the first place."

Aunt Chunhua left Xu Qingmo's house looking dejected, feeling regretful for not getting any meat.

He cursed Hong Lanlan in his mind again, blaming her for her big mouth.

As I passed by Hong Lanlan's house, I heard a commotion coming from inside.