Posted to the Sunset Red Elderly Task Force, Mo Yan is cold and aloof: "It's a small matter."
As the saying goes, filial piety comes from discipline. As for ungrateful brats, you ...
She could feel her mother's love.
Zhou Xiaoyu's words brought tears to everyone's eyes, and tears unknowingly welled up in their eyes.
Although the old lady was forced to turn around, she didn't agree with the statement at all. "Pah, I don't believe it. Your mother is just lying to you. She's trying to keep you in check. She'll beat you to death later."
"Mr. Lin, please be mindful of the occasion. You must be responsible for every word you say."
The lawyer's face darkened immediately; this old lady had gone too far.
Lin then fell silent, and then the driver spoke.
“That day, I was taking this woman to the village. As soon as we got to the village entrance, I saw three men trying to forcibly take the little girl away. The little girl kept begging her grandma not to sell her. The three men gave the old woman a lot of money, which looked like fifty yuan at a time. Then the woman rushed down like a madwoman and snatched the child back. I quickly called the police. That’s what I saw.”
After the driver spoke, it was Mo Yan's turn to speak.
"I made the decision to come back suddenly. I missed my daughter. Seeing the people in the factory taking my daughter to play, I suddenly felt that I was quite meaningless. I saved money and didn't even get to see my daughter once."
From the decision to the action, it only took a day. I was so glad I came back. As soon as I got back, I saw them trying to hurt my daughter, so of course I had to rush over.
My mother-in-law said she wanted me to have a second child, but I want to tell everyone that my daughter is my most precious treasure. I will never abandon her, and I will not have a second child. My daughter is well-behaved and lovely, and my future is in my own hands, not in the hands of a so-called son.
To be realistic, what good is having a son if he can't carry you on his back or hold you in his arms? Everyone has their own family and their own life. When you get old, you'll still have to rely on yourself. Obedient children, whether sons or daughters, will always be obedient; disobedient children... well, daughters are more considerate than sons.
At this point, Mo Yan's lips curled into a cold smile as she looked at everyone present. "Actually, I've never quite understood why so many people are so stubbornly fixated on having a son. Nowadays, men and women are equal; women can support their families just as well—no, women work even harder, raising children and taking care of the home. It's clearly women who have to work harder. Yet they still make things difficult for women. Why? Is it out of jealousy? Because they themselves have been abused, so they want to abuse their own granddaughters too?"
What's the point of carrying on the family line? It's all useless talk to me. In a few decades, you'll just be a handful of dust. What will you be able to see then?
Those who say they rely on their sons to care for them in their old age and see them off in death, go and see for yourself in the village. Which old man or woman doesn't live alone? It's not that their children are unfilial; it's that they have their own lives. Families with daughters are much better off; their daughters and sons-in-law come back often. Some families with sons, on the other hand, are practically enemies.
Before Mo Yan could finish speaking, the lawyer on the other end interrupted, "Please do not say anything that is irrelevant to this case."
"Sorry, I've gone off on a tangent. I got my daughter back, and the driver called the police for me. They arrested them very quickly."
The old lady wanted me to say that I was related to them, but of course I didn't want to. I don't know how many children they've abducted under the guise of kinship. I only know one thing: human traffickers deserve to die, and those who sell children deserve to die too.
My child suddenly fell into a coma, and we took her to the hospital. The old woman confessed that she had put 12 needles into my daughter's body. She wasn't alone!
Mo Yan's eyes reddened as she yelled at the person opposite her, "You're really not human! How could you do that with so many needles?"
The evidence was also brought over; the needles still had blood on them, and the jury gasped when they saw them.
Three human traffickers were sentenced to death, and the other children they trafficked were rescued. Families like Zhou Xiaoyu's were sent directly to an orphanage. The parents were forced to pay living expenses. Parents who sold their daughters were deemed unfit to be parents anymore. If they didn't pay, they would be treated as human traffickers. The parents obediently paid the money.
Zhou Yan was also brought up. When the old lady finally saw that she had no other choice, she said that it was her son who made her do it.
Mo Yan was overjoyed to hear this, thinking it was perfect news that the mother and son were reunited.
It doesn't matter if they die; she'll take them to experience the life of the dead.
Zhou Yan looked bewildered and said that he only knew about it, but did not do it.
"If you know about it but don't stop it, and even approve of it, you don't deserve to be a father."
Zhou Yan was convicted of the same crime and sentenced to eighty years. Because he did not directly sell the children, it is questionable whether he will survive eighty years later.
At the same time, Zhou Xiaoyu will not bear any responsibility for his actions in the future.