Chapter 110 Huang Ya Suspended

"Grandpa, please take another look," Gao Xiaoman said through gritted teeth.

Wong Tai Sin waved his hand: "This kind of thing, whether you believe it or not, is not something you can force."

Song Zhan: "This is all feudal superstition."

Dang nodded to Hong, "Let's keep moving forward."

Gao Xiaoman didn't want to leave; she wanted to catch up and get to the bottom of things.

Was Wong Tai Sin taking money but not doing anything, or was he simply deceiving her?

Dang Xianghong asked angrily, "Are you leaving or not?"

Gao Xiaoman hesitated for a moment, then turned around and Huang Daxian had already disappeared into the crowd.

Helpless, she could only follow in Dang Xianghong's footsteps.

Next time, she'll definitely ask Wong Tai Sin for clarification.

Shen Wanjun and Song Zhan came today mainly to buy things for the children, and also to buy some extra meat to take home.

Gao Xiaoman didn't know what she was buying, so she just followed behind the two of them.

She buys whatever they buy, saving herself the trouble of picking and choosing, and not necessarily finding anything good.

Song Zhan didn't understand the differences between the fabrics; some felt quite comfortable, while others were rougher, but to him, the difference wasn't significant.

Shen Wanjun spoke eloquently, and the others nodded in agreement.

Even Gao Xiaoman couldn't help but praise, "Comrade Shen knows so much."

Shen Wanjun bought all pink fabrics for the baby. Dang Xianghong said, "Didn't that old man just say that you're having a boy?"

Buying so much pink for a boy doesn't seem like a good idea.

“He said it was a boy, but I thought it was a girl. I just listened to him.”

Shen Wanjun just wants a sweet and soft little cotton-padded jacket; she's not interested in baby boys.

Shen Wanjun's words made Gao Xiaoman fall into deep thought.

Yes, why would she listen to an old man's nonsense?

She felt that she was carrying a son, so there was a very high probability that it was a son.

Once she understood this, Gao Xiaoman relaxed completely.

After buying the children's things, the group bought some meat and carried a bunch of things back home.

The jeep was not far away, and many people had already finished buying their things and were chatting in twos and threes.

"Sister, sister."

Two children, a boy and a girl, ran forward. They looked to be about ten years old, dressed in tattered clothes, and their eyes were full of fear.

"What's wrong?" Shen Wanjun asked.

"Sister." The girl rushed forward and almost touched Shen Wanjun's stomach. Song Zhan grabbed her hand and blocked her in front of Shen Wanjun.

"What are you doing?" Song Zhan asked warily.

The girl sobbed, "Uncle, you're hurting me."

Dang Xianghong slapped Song Zhan's hand away, leaned down and said to the girl, "Girl, what happened? Tell me."

The little girl ignored her and walked up to Shen Wanjun again: "Sister, could you tell me how to get to Xiahe Village?"

Shen Wanjun pointed in a direction, and the little girl shook her head blankly, then tugged at her sleeve and said, "Sister, why don't you take me there?"

The little boy also said, "Thank you for your help, sister."

Song Zhan refused on behalf of Shen Wanjun: "No, we have to go back soon."

The jeeps don't wait for anyone; their arrival and departure times are all scheduled.

If they miss this train, how will they get back?

The little boy turned around and tugged at Gao Xiaoman, saying, "Pretty sister, why don't you take us there together?"

Gao Xiaoman really liked boys, and readily agreed, "Okay."

Shen Wanjun: "If you want to go, go yourself. I'm not going."

She was too lazy to walk that far.

"Troublemakers often come from remote and impoverished areas. There are so many people here, yet these two children insist on asking two pregnant women to lead the way."

The motives are clearly impure.

When traveling, one should always be wary of others.

Gao Xiaoman really wanted to go against Shen Wanjun, so she insisted on bringing the little boy with her.

But the jeep wouldn't wait; the painful lesson from last time was still fresh in everyone's mind.

She could only cruelly refuse: "I'm sorry, it's not that I don't want to help you."

She pointed at Shen Wanjun: "It's that older sister who won't help."

Shen Wanjun: "Yes, I won't help."

Dang Xianghong: "Why don't we take these two children back with us, and then have Political Commissar Hao send someone to Xiahe Village?"

This way, I can help the child and feel more at ease, without feeling guilty for not being able to help.

“Okay, Sister Hong, I’ll listen to you.” Shen Wanjun was the first to agree, as long as she wasn’t allowed to walk.

Gao Xiaoman also thought it was a good idea. She took the little boy's hand and said, "Come on, I'll take you to get in the car."

The two children were dressed in tattered clothes, so they probably had never ridden in a car before.

Most children would be overjoyed and jump for joy upon hearing this, but the two children reacted with strong resistance.

"I don't want to ride in the car, sister, please take me away quickly." The little boy clung to Gao Xiaoman's hand.

Song Zhan gently took the little girl's hand: "Come on, riding in the car is so much fun."

The little girl suddenly screamed and burst into tears, and the boy started crying too.

The two men's reactions caught Dang Xianghong and the others off guard. What happened?

"Oh, so you're here."

Soon a man pushed through the crowd and rushed over, embracing the two of them.

"Comrades, thank you for helping me find my child."

As he spoke, he took the boy and girl by the hand and they quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Coming to her senses, Shen Wanjun said, "Is that person the child's...father? He doesn't look like it."

Dang Xianghong also sensed something was off: "Those two children don't look like siblings."

Gao Xiaoman: "Never mind that, let's go back quickly."

They're worrying unnecessarily. The parents just need to find their child; why are they thinking so much?

On the way back, Dang told Hong about the recent cases of trafficking in women and children.

"You wouldn't believe it, but recently the nearby communes have reported several cases of missing children."

"Several pregnant women have also disappeared."

"Such a grown person, just vanished like that?" Shen Wanjun's sixth sense told her that this matter was not simple.

"That's right. The police investigated for a long time but found no clues. Many people say that the pregnant woman ran away with someone."

Gao Xiaoman pouted: "How is that possible? Who would run off with someone else while pregnant?"

That's absurd. What woman doesn't want to give her child a stable home?

Anyone who can run away with a person must be mentally unstable.

The jeep was parked in the courtyard; it was already afternoon.

Song Zhan entered the room to prepare to cook, only to find four dishes and a soup laid out on the dining table.

Huang Ya, wearing an apron, looked at the two of them smugly: "Battalion Commander Song, sister-in-law, come and try my cooking."

"I reckon you'll be back soon. The food is still hot, so eat up."

Song Zhan: "Who told you to cook?"

This isn't taking away his job.

He originally wanted to make a good impression on Shen Wanjun.

He had already decided what dishes to cook on the way, so why was Huang Ya doing this now?

Shen Wanjun changed into comfortable clothes, sat down, picked up her chopsticks, and took a bite of shredded potatoes.

He frowned, then went to try the scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

After tasting three dishes, she put down her chopsticks and said, "Dr. Huang, you should focus on treating patients."

Stop with all this nonsense. Of the three dishes, one is terribly salty, one is terribly sour, and the other isn't even cooked yet.

This skill level is not as good as hers.

"So it doesn't taste good?" Huang Ya looked somewhat hurt.

Shen Wanjun changed the subject: "Why didn't you go to the hospital today? Did you take a day off?"

Huang Ya: "I've been suspended!"

"Suspended from duty? Why?"

"It's all because Lao Liu caused trouble."

"Liu San? What did he do this time?"