At the same time, the Zhao family was also shrouded in gloom and despair.

Zhao Weilin sat on the sofa, puffing on his cigarette without saying a word.

Feng Sufeng stood to the side, clutching her hands, and opened her mouth several times before finally saying, "Old Zhao, how about we call the police?"

"Report to the police? How do you explain that money? It's all money that can't be smuggled out of the open!" Zhao Weilin glared at his stupid wife and said fiercely.

If that money could be deposited legally, why didn't he put it in a bank? Isn't it safer to keep it in a bank than at home?

Feng Sufeng was unwilling to give up. "Are we just going to let it go like this? That's all our savings."

“Yes, Dad, we can’t just let this go!” Zhao Guohua said angrily.

His savings were all stolen. That was all the money he had saved to buy gifts for Qingqing. It was all gone, leaving him with only a pitiful 25 cents. Did that damned thief call him a fool?

"You've all heard about what happened to the Li family. They all went down the drain. At least our family only lost our possessions; consider it a loss to avert disaster," Zhao Weilin said, putting out his cigarette.

He did just as much behind the scenes as Li Bowen. His position as deputy factory director was being watched by many eyes. If he were reported, he would suffer even more than Li Bowen.

Feng Sufeng felt a chill run down her spine at the thought of the fate of the Li family of four. But those banknotes were money that she and her husband had saved for over a decade, and they rarely dared to use them for fear of arousing suspicion. Now that they had all been lost, how could she not feel heartbroken?

But as much as I feel sorry for them, that money was indeed ill-gotten and cannot be obtained through legitimate means. If it falls into the wrong hands and someone reports them, they will be finished.

Zhao Guohua said anxiously, "Mom and Dad, we have to help Qingqing. She can't go to the countryside."

Losing money is a small matter, but Qingqing is the person he loves, and he wants to marry her. How can he go to the countryside?

"Helping Li Muqing?" Zhao Weilin stood up and slapped his son across the face. "If you hadn't done such a disgraceful thing, would our family have lost everything? Li Muqing is despicable and wanted to steal my sister's man; she deserved it!"

He guessed that all of this must be Li Xiyue's revenge. Although he didn't know how she did it, he knew that Li Xiyue was not someone to be trifled with. Just look at the Li family. Li Xiyue had shown them mercy, only taking their money and not harming the whole family.

Feeling increasingly uneasy, Zhao Weilin said, "You should also go to the countryside, don't stay in the city."

"Old Zhao?" Feng Sufeng couldn't believe it. This was their only son, a son they had risked their lives to have.

Zhao Guohua looked at his father in surprise. Was this still the father who loved him so much?

Zhao Weilin said, "Li Xiyue's maternal grandfather was kind to us. He arranged for Guohua and Li Xiyue to get engaged to repay that kindness. Now that Guohua is having an affair with someone else's stepsister, we are repaying kindness with enmity. Sending Guohua to the countryside to suffer some hardship might salvage the reputation of our Zhao family."

The matter has already blown up, and outsiders don't know how to condemn their family. If people use this as an excuse, how will they ever have a good life?

Feng Sufeng said, "I already gave her the money, and she still stole from our house..."

"Shut up!" Zhao Weilin roared. "What evidence do you have to prove she stole it? Stop talking nonsense. Think about the Li family; they're her relatives. What are we to them?"

Feng Sufeng knew that compared to the Li family, the other party had already shown them leniency, so she dared not say anything more.

Zhao Guohua was unwilling but dared not disobey his parents, but he wanted to be with Li Muqing and planned to go to a rural area with her.

At this time, Li Xiyue was unaware of the matter between the Li family and the Zhao family. She had already boarded the train. Before boarding, she put on a knitted hat to cover the gauze on her head.

Although the wound on the back of my head no longer hurts, the gauze still needs to be removed in a few more days.

The wound no longer hurt, and her skin was much fairer than before. She guessed it was because of the well water. It must be spiritual spring water, which has the effects of healing wounds and beautifying the skin.

She filled a military water bottle and drank it on the way.

The train started moving slowly while sounding its horn.

Li Xiyue sat by the window, watching the scenery outside recede into the distance, her thoughts drifting away.