"Huh?" Zhou Bingchen thought he had misheard.

“I told you to ask your father-in-law for money. Several people in your father-in-law’s family are on salaries! They can definitely come up with two hundred yuan,” Zhou Bingxing said.

"No, Second Brother, are you kidding me? Your wife is getting medical treatment, shouldn't you be borrowing money from your father-in-law's family? How did it become that I have to go to my father-in-law to borrow money?" Zhou Bingchen was annoyed by Zhou Bingxing's matter-of-fact attitude.

"Because you're not your parents' biological child, they picked you up from the roadside and raised you. It's only right that you give them a few hundred yuan to repay their kindness in raising you, right? Unless you want to be an ingrate." Zhou Bingxing triumphantly used his trump card.

Zhao Zhenzhu couldn't help but roll her eyes at Zhou Bingxing, deliberately provoking him: "What nonsense are you talking about? How could my Bingcheng not be my parents' biological son? I'd say you were picked up from outside!"

"The third child was adopted; both the eldest brother and the youngest sister know this." Zhou Bingxing was indeed fooled and told the truth.

Zhou Bingchen was utterly shocked.

It turns out the scene in the dream was real; he really wasn't his parents' child.

"Second brother, shut up! What are you babbling about in the middle of the night?" Zhou Fugui rushed out and shouted sternly.

Zhou Fugui wanted nothing more than to beat Zhou Bingxing to death at that moment.

No matter how many times I confessed, I couldn't say anything about Zhou Bingchen's affairs, so how could I tell Zhou Bingxing?

Tian Shanhua just said tonight that someone from above came looking for Zhou Bingchen.

Zhou Bingxing is trying to kill him!

"Dad! Xiao Cui is in the hospital waiting for money to save her life! Who told the third son to be so stingy, not wanting to pay a single penny?" Zhou Bingxing said awkwardly, looking at Zhou Fugui in a fit of rage.

Zhou Fugui looked completely unconvinced.

Ding Xiaocui ate the most at dinner tonight.

When Zhou Fugui returned home that evening, Ding Ermei and Zhou Bingxing had already left.

Zhou Fugui thought that Ding Xiaocui was not sick at all, and that Zhou Bingxing was just looking for an excuse to ask Zhou Bingchen for money.

“Bingchen! Don’t listen to Bingxing’s nonsense. You are my and your mother’s biological son. Aunt He delivered the baby. If you don’t believe me, you can ask around the whole village.” Zhou Fugui smiled at Zhou Bingxing and explained.

"Hmm," Zhou Bingchen responded noncommittally.

Zhou Bingchen had already asked Aunt He about her when he was around ten years old.

The year Zhou Bingchen was born, Aunt He did indeed deliver Ding Ermei's baby, and Ding Ermei gave birth to a son.

It was precisely because Aunt He spoke with such conviction that Zhou Bingchen dispelled his doubts.

But now, Zhou Bingxing doesn't seem to be lying, and Zhou Fugui's panic just now wasn't fake either.

Zhou Fugui also asked Zhou Bingchen to ask Aunt He.

What does this tell us?

It's true that Ding Ermei gave birth; Zhou Fugui isn't afraid of Zhou Bingchen asking.

However, Zhou Bingchen may not necessarily be the child born to Ding Ermei.

As for where the child went? Perhaps he died, perhaps he was given away...

In an instant, several guesses flashed through Zhou Bingchen's mind.

Seeing Zhou Bingchen nod, Zhou Fugui didn't dare to dwell on the matter any longer. He turned to Zhou Bingxing and asked, "Second brother, what illness does your wife have? What did the doctor say?"

"The doctor said Xiao Cui has been poisoned by a very potent toxin and needs amputation." Zhou Bingxing said, his voice choked with emotion as he thought of Ding Xiao Cui lying in the hospital, her life hanging in the balance.

"Poisoning?" Zhou Fugui's heart skipped a beat.

"Dad, please save Xiaocui! Today's surgery cost 120 yuan, and the doctor said that the subsequent medical expenses may be several hundred more. Otherwise, we won't be able to save Xiaocui's life," Zhou Bingxing said, his voice trembling with tears.

"How did Ding Xiaocui get poisoned? Where was she poisoned?" Zhou Fugui asked anxiously.

“Dad, I don’t know either! We’ve been staying home all day. Xiao Cui stayed inside the house the whole time, and woke up in the middle of the night to find her hand was rotting.” Zhou Bingxing shook his head vigorously.

"My hand is rotten?" Zhou Fugui thought to himself, "This is bad."

Could it be that Zhou Bingxing took Ding Xiaocui to touch his jar of gold bars?

Why did Zhou Fugui bury the jar of gold bars in the backyard instead of taking it back to his own house? It was because he was afraid that old woman Tian Shanhua had tampered with the gold bars.

Zhou Fugui knew that Tian Shanhua possessed a poison that could cause a person's entire body to rot and die.

The poison was given to Tian Shanhua by her elder brother, Tan Shaoan. The gold bars were also given by Tang Shaoan; they were part of their undercover team's operating funds.

Zhou Fugui did not tell Zhou Bingxing and Zhou Bingqiang about his suspicions. First, he believed that his sons would not dare to touch the gold bars in the jar behind his back. Second, he was only suspicious that the gold bars were poisonous and was not certain.

A sense of crisis welled up in Zhou Fugui's heart.

It was impossible to hide Ding Xiaocui's poisoning from the villagers.

Once Tian Shanhua hears this news, she will definitely go and check the gold bars.

Now, Zhou Fugui either has to reluctantly put the gold bars back in their original place before Tian Shanhua finds out, or he should quickly take the gold bars and run away.

"Bingxing, come here. I have something to ask you." Zhou Fugui ignored Zhou Bingchen and pulled Zhou Bingxing into his room.

Zhou Bingchen looked at Zhou Fugui's tightly closed door with a complicated expression.

"Why do you look so reluctant to part? Are you envious of the deep bond between father and son?" Zhao Zhenzhu teased.

"Pearl, please don't make fun of me," Zhou Bingchen said with a wry smile.

Zhou Bingchen was just wondering whose child he was.

Was she abandoned by her family on the roadside and picked up by Zhou Fugui? Or was she abducted and sold to Zhou Fugui's family?

"Go back to your room and get some sleep! It'll be dawn soon." Zhao Zhenzhu couldn't help but yawn.

Today was truly eventful, with one thing after another happening.

"Pearl, I have something to discuss with you." Zhou Bingchen lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

"Go on, then you can go to sleep." Zhao Zhenzhu yawned again.

“Pearl, if I really am not my parents’ biological son, then let’s just get rid of this house!” Zhou Bingchen said after a moment’s hesitation.

“Okay,” Zhao Zhenzhu agreed.

It's just a room.

Even if it belongs to Zhou Bingchen, Zhao Zhenzhu doesn't want to come back to live there in the future.

“I also want to give my parents some money to repay their kindness in raising me. After all, if they hadn’t taken me in, I might have died long ago,” Zhou Bingchen said.

"How much do you want to give?" Zhao Zhenzhu felt a surge of anger, and her tone turned cold.

Zhao Zhenzhu was surprised that Zhou Bingchen believed Zhou Bingxing's words so easily.

Zhou Bingchen never considered that Zhou Fugui might be the reason for his separation from his family.

“Pearl, you’re in charge of our family’s money.” Zhou Bingchen sensed the displeasure in Zhao Zhenzhu’s tone and was eager to survive.

“If you ask me to make the decision, I won’t give you a single penny,” Zhao Zhenzhu said calmly.

"Huh?" Zhou Bingchen was a little confused.