No one noticed that Wuchen had gone out. When she came back in, she had several bottles of water in her hand. She gave them to the village chief and the others, opened one for herself and drank it, and even gave Ye Qingqing an OK sign.

Ye Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief. Once she finished processing the household registration transfer for Ah Zhen and her daughter, everything would be fine.

"Village chief, what are the procedures for Ah Zhen and her daughter to transfer their household registration? Should we process the transfer documents first?"

“That’s easy. I’ll get a document stamped for you. Once Ah Zhen finds a place to register her household, she can take that document to register and won’t need to go back to the village to do it.”

The village chief acted immediately. With paper, pen, and official seal readily available, he drafted the document, had the wicked mother-in-law and husband sign it, stamped the card, and the document for transferring the household registration was completed. Ah Zhen took the document, and tears streamed down her face again.

She had always dreamed of this day, but when it actually came, she couldn't believe it; happiness had come too suddenly.

"Don't cry, take good care of Lele from now on." The village chief sighed.

"Thank you, village chief, thank you, uncles and elders. I will remember your kindness for the rest of my life." Ah Zhen bowed and thanked them, feeling much more relaxed.

Even if she had to beg for food in the future, she would do it willingly and would only feel sweetness.

The wicked old woman snorted and said sarcastically, "From now on, you have nothing to do with us. Don't ever come looking for us, no matter what."

"Won't."

Ah Zhen gritted her teeth and replied, straightening her back a bit. She would rather starve to death than return to this hellhole.

Ye Qingqing checked the time and realized it was past lunchtime, so she said, "Thank you for your hard work today, village chief and the old men. I'll treat you to lunch. Let's have a simple meal together."

The village chief and the three old men exchanged a few polite words. Master Ye was quite eloquent and soon became very friendly with them, agreeing to go for a meal. Ye Qingqing got into the car first and put the briefcase into her spatial storage to avoid being seen by the village chief and the others.

Master Ye led the way to the best restaurant in the county. The village chief and the others felt honored, thinking that Ye Qingqing knew how to handle things. During the meal, Ye Qingqing went out and prepared several red envelopes, three containing 10,000 yuan each, for the three old men, as they would come in very handy later.

As for the village chief, he naturally doubled the amount. Ye Qingqing didn't give it to him in person. Instead, she called out the village chief and stuffed 20,000 yuan in brand-new banknotes into his hand. This was the huge sum of money she had taken from the wicked mother-in-law's house.

She would rather give the village chief and his associates benefits than let this family gain even a penny.

The village chief was startled; his eyes widened in surprise.

He had considered the possible kickback Ye Qingqing might offer, but at most it would be a thousand yuan or so, which was the limit the village chief could think of. Moreover, he felt that a thousand yuan or so would be enough, considering that his monthly salary was only a thousand yuan or so.

But who knew that Ye Qingqing would directly multiply the amount by dozens of times, to 20,000 yuan... The village chief was so excited that his hands were trembling, and he just couldn't believe it was true.

He secretly pinched his thigh, and the pain almost made him cry out for his mother, but he felt a sense of joy inside.

Oh my god, this isn't a dream, it's really 20,000 yuan.

The village chief hesitated to accept, fearing he would make a mistake, and stammered, "No...this isn't good, it's too much..."

Ye Qingqing found it amusing, stuffed the money into the village chief's arms, and deliberately said, "Please put it away quickly, it won't be good if someone sees it."

The village chief shuddered slightly, then quickly stuffed the money into his briefcase. He looked around and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw no one was watching. But then his face flushed red. He wanted to take the money out, but he couldn't bear to part with it, caught in a dilemma.