Chapter 274 If it doesn’t work this time, I’m afraid I’ll die
Ye Xiaomei felt a pain in her head and her body froze in place. At this moment, someone was walking back and forth in the corridor outside the cubicle.
Ye Xiaomei really wanted to cry for help, but they were chatting and laughing, looking so smug. Who would come to save her?
Ye Xiaomei turned around stiffly, took out her cell phone and called Zhang Sanmao:
"I want thirty thousand dollars for you to bring to me, right here in Laurel House."
Ye Xiaomei knew that he would be furious.
—Sister-in-law, what happened to you? Thirty thousand yuan? My monthly salary is only eight or nine hundred yuan, plus the travel expenses of the special envoy, which is only twelve thousand yuan. Where can I get thirty thousand yuan? How about I ask the boss?
Ye Xiaomei frowned and moved the phone away from her ear, otherwise the sound of the other party being stimulated would be a bit deafening:
"No, no, he's busy." Ye Xiaomei knew that he had just returned to the army a few days ago.
"Sanmao, you...think about it again. I urgently need so much money right now, otherwise my friend will be finished." Ye Xiaomei put the phone close to her ear again.
Mrs. Xue glanced at Ye Xiaomei, who nodded and hung up the phone.
“When will it be delivered?”
Mrs. Xue immediately seized upon the fact that Ye Xiaomei was making a phone call. She talked for a long time but didn't mention the time at all. Could it be that she was going to wait here until dawn?
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Xue, you may have to wait."
Ye Xiaomei gritted her teeth in her heart, wondering if Zhang Sanmao, as a special envoy running around doing inspection work, could understand what was meant.
Mrs. Xue nodded.
Seeing that the atmosphere had eased and the other party was not trying to kill anyone, Ye Xiaomei took a tentative step forward:
"Mrs. Xue, do you have a daughter of eleven or twelve years old?"
Ye Xiaomei asked tentatively.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Xue's hand holding the teacup trembled, and the teacup fell to the ground with a bang, spilling tea onto the carpet.
She looked at Ye Xiaomei sharply, her expression clearly showing something was wrong: "How did you know?"
"..." I... Ye Xiaomei was suddenly silent: "I can tell fortunes, look... look at the face, Mrs. Xue is beautiful and plump, and she is a blessed person, but there are some flaws in the child."
Ye Xiaomei didn't know whether this reason was worthy of the other party's belief, but she was so nervous that she couldn't find any other explanation.
Mrs. Xue's expression and eyes became more and more sharp, and she looked Ye Xiaomei up and down:
"Do you know how to read faces?"
"Well, I understand a little bit, just a little bit." Ye Xiaomei made a "pinching" motion with her fingers.
"Farmers have too many tricks like this." Mrs. Xue said this, sitting up straight with a gloomy face, and seemed to pour tea for herself with great ease. This time she poured two cups, one of which was pushed to the corner of the table. As the name suggests, it was poured for Ye Xiaomei:
"Then check if I have a son."
Ye Xiaomei knew it at the time, but she still pretended to take a closer look, shook her head and said:
"Mrs. Xue only had one daughter in her life." And she's dead. Ye Xiaomei couldn't say this. She might as well not upset her and then she wouldn't be able to get out.
I don’t know if Zhang Sanmao’s IQ is higher than Heizi’s. It would be great if he could tell that I have a problem.
Mrs. Xue, who had just picked up the teacup, had a tremor in her hand and spilled some of the tea. However, she pretended to be calm and took a sip before putting the teacup back in its place.
"You are wrong, I have a son."
"..." Ye Xiaomei looked at her and said, "That's unlikely. What I saw seemed to be you...your son didn't fall to the ground."
This time Ye Xiaomei was just trying her luck, thinking that the scenes she saw were fragmented and she had to piece them together by herself, trying to piece them together in accordance with the logic of this person's inner story.
Snap!
Ye Xiaomei instinctively took a step back because her teacup fell at her feet.
"Are you really good at fortune-telling?"
Ye Xiaomei finally came to her senses and answered correctly: "Yes, I learned it from an old fortune teller when I was a child."
What the hell did I learn? I only knew about these weird things from reading some books at Liang Huihui's house.
With the sound, the sliding door was opened, and two strong men appeared in the field of vision.
Ye Xiaomei took a breath of cool air, suppressed her poor and unambitious look in her heart, straightened her back and said:
"What else does Mrs. Xue want to know?"
Seeing that she was so calm and composed, and that she was right twice, Mrs. Xue waved her hand, and with a whoosh, the sliding door closed, and the two bodyguards retreated:
"If you really know how to read faces and tell fortunes, tell me how my son died."
"..." She had no idea how the baby died in her womb, she just saw some pictures:
"Ahem, I don't know how the son in your belly died, but I know how your daughter died."
Let's change the topic first.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Xue stood up and asked, "Can you see my daughter's death?"
Ye Xiaomei then realized that she had been vague in her words and had not revealed that her daughter was dead. Wasn't this making her sink deeper and deeper?
"That... well, it's... your children's uterus shows that you will be alone and helpless in your life, so your daughter's death can save your little daughter's life."
Mrs. Xue was wearing a cheongsam, which made her look plump and majestic for a forty-year-old woman. She had a good grasp of her temperament, as if it came from her bones.
Unexpectedly, her eyes changed from sharp to gentle, and instantly became a request for help, and she knelt down:
"Great Immortal, please help me. My little daughter is in critical condition and needs to be sent abroad for treatment. It costs a large sum of money. You are a god, so you must have a way, right?"
Ye Xiaomei was frightened by Mrs. Xue's extremely different behavior and took two steps back. It seemed that the weak spot of this proud woman was her little daughter.
However, Ye Xiaomei only saw some scenes from her heart.
How did you become a god?
Is she a little too boastful to cover up? Just like she can't cover up her diarrhea?
Ye Xiaomei was suddenly at a loss as to what to do.
The sliding door was opened with a sound: "Madam, there is..."
"Get out!" Mrs. Xue yelled, and tears burst out of her eyes. Yes, they burst out.
"Yes, ma'am." The door closed again.
No big boss wants his subordinates to see him like this, but Mrs. Xue doesn't care:
"Please save my little daughter. She is only four years old. I can no longer have children at my age. You are right. I have no children in my life, but God still cares for me. I am pregnant with my little one at the age of 37. If she dies, I really don't want to live anymore."
Ye Xiaomei not only did not feel sad, but breathed a sigh of relief, having already determined that her little daughter was her biggest Achilles' heel:
"How about... you let Shang Zhen go, and I can take a look at your daughter?"
Ye Xiaomei spoke very carefully. What if it was a terminal illness that she didn't know how to treat?
Besides, I am not really good at fortune-telling, nor am I a god.
Mrs. Xue suddenly became alert. She looked up at Ye Xiaomei. Her makeup was washed away by her tears, and two black lines hung at the corners of her mouth:
"You must see my child first, otherwise, you will be suspected of investigating me in advance."
Mrs. Xue tidied her hair hastily, as if she had just come to her senses and realized that she had lost her composure just now. Her image must be as she had in her mind - noble and elegant in her manners, and her voice was loud and clear when she spoke.
Ah...Ye Xiaomei lowered her eyes, her fingers tugging at the cloth bag intentionally or unintentionally:
"Okay, but you can't let anyone hurt Shang Zhen during this time."
Mrs. Xue picked up the handkerchief and looked at her face in the mirror. She didn't know whether she saw the wrinkles on her face from crying or was stimulated by it, but her pupils suddenly shrank and the hand holding the handkerchief dropped suddenly:
"You... have been setting me up?"
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