When Meng Shuyun woke up again, it was already the morning of the next day.

The faint smell of disinfectant in the air made her frown.

Her hands felt as if they were being gnawed by countless ants, the excruciating pain spreading to the very bones.

She moved only slightly, and it startled Su Xiumei, who was sleeping by the bedside.

"Mom, you're awake! Do you want some water? Are you hungry?"

Su Xiumei exclaimed in surprise, and before she finished speaking, a glass of warm water was handed to Meng Shuyun.

Meng Shuyun blinked, her throat so dry it felt like it was filled with sand, so parched she couldn't make a sound.

Su Xiumei carefully helped Meng Shuyun sit up and fed her two cups of warm water. Meng Shuyun felt her throat was more comfortable, and after drinking a bowl of hot porridge, her body gradually warmed up.

"Where is Xue'er?" Meng Shuyun asked as soon as she came to her senses. The first thing she asked was about Gu Xue's condition.

“She’s in the next ward. Xiang Nan has been watching over her the whole time, never leaving her side. She hasn’t woken up yet,” Su Xiumei replied.

Meng Shuyun nodded, looking at her hands which were bandaged like boxing gloves, and couldn't help but shake her head with a wry smile.

Fortunately, everyone is alright.

Meng Shuyun got out of bed and, dragging her weak body, came to the door of the next ward.

Through the crack in the door, she saw Su Xiangnan sitting on the edge of the bed, gently wiping Gu Xue's hands. His usually cold eyes were now filled with heartache and worry.

Meng Shuyun silently withdrew her gaze and said softly, "Let's go back."

Su Xiumei looked surprised and asked, "Mother, aren't we going in to take a look?"

Meng Shuyun shook her head, completed the discharge procedures, got into a tricycle, and headed to the police station.

She sat on a stool in the interrogation room, facing a dejected Su Xiangbei.

He shaved his head, lowered his head, and remained silent, as if he had lost all vitality.

"What did he say to you?" Meng Shuyun asked.

Su Xiangbei remained silent, his silence suffocating.

Seeing this, Meng Shuyun said, "Fine, if you don't want to talk about it, let's move on to the next one, Su Dahai."

Su Dahai was pushed in, and the moment he saw Meng Shuyun, tears streamed down his face.

"Shuyun, I was wrong. I shouldn't have divorced you. It's all my fault. Please explain to the police that I was instigated and encouraged by that scoundrel Su Xiangbei. It wasn't my own choice." Su Dahai pleaded tearfully.

Meng Shuyun stared blankly at Su Dahai as he poured out his repentance, apologies, and pleas for forgiveness.

"I came here to laugh at you. What's the point of telling me all this? Keep it to yourself and tell the police," Meng Shuyun said coldly.

Su Dahai instantly broke down, stopped begging for mercy, and started cursing loudly.

Meng Shuyun smiled coldly, waved to the police, and signaled to take the person away.

Then, Jiang Xue was brought up.

The moment Jiang Xue saw Meng Shuyun, she went completely mad and rushed forward, frantically shaking the iron bars, making a loud "bang" sound.

Her breath reeked of feces as she hysterically screamed, "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

Meng Shuyun gave a cold, curt smile as she quietly watched Jiang Xue.

Jiang Xue was provoked by Meng Shuyun's smile. She stared at Meng Shuyun and let out a beast-like roar.

If looks could kill, Meng Shuyun would probably have died countless times already.

"You reap what you sow. Go wash your mouth, it stinks." After saying that, Meng Shuyun got up and left the police station.

When Su Xiumei saw Meng Shuyun come out, she quickly went up to her and asked, "How did it go?"

“One is a death row inmate, one gets five years, and one gets three years,” Meng Shuyun said calmly.

Su Xiumei remained silent, standing there in a daze. Just then, a tricycle screeched to a halt in front of the police station, and Mao Xiaoli jumped off the vehicle in a panic.

She spotted Meng Shuyun at a glance and was initially ready to rush over and tear her apart.

But then he thought again and suppressed the impulse, only to glare at Meng Shuyun with a fierce look, like a knife.

Now that Su Xiangbei has been caught, the most important thing is still that money. It's the five thousand yuan she's been longing for, how can it just disappear like that?

"What did you say! The money is gone! How can this be? That's a whole five thousand yuan! So much money, how can it just disappear like that!"

Her high-pitched, thin voice, like a broken gong, echoed at the entrance of the police station, and could be heard clearly from a great distance.

When Meng Shuyun and her son Su Xiumei returned to the courtyard, Meng Shuyun subconsciously reached into her pockets, only to find them empty. She quickly raised her hand, asking Su Xiumei to help her check.

"Check if I still have my keys?" she said, frowning.

Su Xiumei reached out and touched it, her face instantly turning anxious. "Nothing! It's empty! What should we do? Could it really be lost?!"

Meng Shuyun frowned, thought carefully for a moment, and said with certainty, "It must have been lost in the dilapidated temple! Go and call that tricycle back quickly, I have to go look for it."

"Mother, you're not talking about that dilapidated temple on the outskirts of town, are you?"

Su Xiumei asked, and seeing Meng Shuyun nod, she quickly said, "I'll go find it myself. I know where it is. Mother, you're still injured, so don't wander around."

At this moment, Su Xiulan, who had heard the voices, opened the door and came out, echoing, "Yes, Mother, let eldest sister go. She knows the place. You're injured, so don't do anything reckless. I've cooked some noodles, come in and have some more."

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