Chapter 125 Neighbors...actually Neighbors...
No one expected that Zhou Zhijian would come back at this time and happen to witness the scene where the lie was exposed.
The originally noisy surroundings fell into an unspeakable silence with the appearance of Zhou Zhijian.
Although the sisters-in-law had already screamed wildly in their hearts when they saw such a shocking secret, no one dared to speak at this time because of Zhou Zhijian's ashen face.
When Li Jinhua saw Zhou Zhijian appear, she shuddered all over. She was probably using all the insufficient brain cells in her brain to think of countermeasures.
After all, all the money she actually received over the years was given by Zhou Zhijian.
Zhou Zhijian is not only her son, but also her support in her old age and her God of Wealth.
Li Jinhua turned quickly, walked over and grabbed Zhou Zhijian's arm, "Son! You have to believe me! For so many years, I only have you as my son, and I don't have any other children. It's all because of her—"
Li Jinhua pointed her sharp fingers at Wang Chunling and Chu Yue, and said with gnashing teeth in hatred.
"It's your wife! And this shameless bitch! The two of them teamed up to slander me. They just can't tolerate me, can't bear to see me live a good life, and want to drive me out of the compound. Son... son... you are my only child. Your father died when you were eight years old. I acted like both a mother and a father to you and raised you up. You can't be unfilial to me, or you will be struck by lightning!"
Zhou Zhijian had heard such words countless times, and each time it felt like moral blackmail.
Only this time, when he listened to Li Jinhua's screams, he did not feel guilty for the first time.
Chu Yue watched this farce and was not afraid of Li Jinhua's accusations at all. Instead, she walked towards them.
Under Li Jinhua's angry gaze, she took out the ironclad evidence from her pocket.
"Captain Zhou, Sister Chunling was worried the things wouldn't be safe at her house, so she left them with me. These are the remittance slips. I've sorted them chronologically and am giving them to you now. If you don't believe us, you can check them out for yourself. These remittance slips can't be forged."
As soon as Li Jinhua saw the thick stack of remittance slips, she immediately reached out to grab it.
But this time, Zhou Zhijian did not let Li Jinhua succeed. Instead, he took all the remittance slips and looked through them one by one.
The remittance slip dates back to several years ago, that is, the first month after Li Jinhua came to the compound, she started to remit money to Zhou Zhiqiang.
Twice a month, rain or shine.
Li Jinhua had never been to school and was illiterate, so the remittance slips were filled out by the post office staff. However, in the corner of each remittance slip, there was Li Jinhua's crooked signature, which were the only three words she could write.
The payee of every remittance slip is... Zhou Zhiqiang.
Chu Yue and Wang Chunling did not know Zhou Zhiqiang and did not know who this person was, but they knew Zhou Zhijian.
This person is the son of Zhou Zhijian’s neighbor!
He is only eighteen years old this year, ten years younger than Zhou Zhijian.
Neighbors...actually neighbors...
If they are relatives, there is a possibility of borrowing money.
But he was just a neighbor, not a relative. Li Jinhua was not crazy, so why would she send money to such a neighbor?
and……
He's just a neighbor, why would he give himself a name so similar to his?
Zhou Zhijian's face became increasingly ugly. He held a stack of remittance slips tightly in his hand, his fingers so hard that he almost pierced the paper.
"Son...Zhijian..." Li Jinhua was getting more and more panicked, but she was still stubborn. "You are my son...Don't listen to their nonsense...Don't you know how I have taken care of you over the years? You are the only one in my heart——"
"Enough! Stop talking! Go back, go home!" Zhou Zhijian suddenly roared and shouted orders at Li Jinhua.
This was probably the first time in his life that he spoke so loudly to Li Jinhua.
Li Jinhua was frightened and stood there in a daze. Her previous arrogance and domineering attitude became useless at this moment.
Zhou Zhijian yelled again, "Mom, aren't you ashamed enough? You want everyone to know about your shit? Go home! Let's talk about it when we get home!"
This call of "Mom" was the last respect he showed to Li Jinhua.
Under Zhou Zhijie's disappointed and indifferent eyes, Li Jinhua seemed to have lost all her energy and spirit. She staggered and walked away slowly, feeling lost.
What started as a farce caused by missing children ended up involving such a bloody family drama that no one could have imagined.
In the end, it was Song Hongmei who stepped forward to take charge of the situation.
"Alright, alright, stop gathering here. Look at the time. Take your kids home and cook. Let's go home."
After hearing what Song Hongmei said, the sisters-in-law gradually dispersed and went home one after another. Even Yang Jiuhong stopped yelling and left the scene with her son in her arms.
Zhou Zhijian raised his hand and rubbed his aching brow. Just as he was about to leave, Song Hongmei stopped him.
"Captain Zhou, please don't leave yet. I have something to discuss with you."
When Chu Yue heard Song Hongmei say this, she roughly knew what they were going to talk about. The protest of Yang Jiuhong and her sisters-in-law completely turned the Zhou family's family affairs into the public sentiment of the entire compound.
Managers have always valued stability and unity the most.
Li Jinhua has become a factor detrimental to stability. Song Hongmei cannot just ignore it, and the way she handles it must be different from before.
Chu Yue’s almost, close to ninety-nine percent success.
"Yuanbao, let's go home." Chu Yue raised the corner of her mouth, her voice cheerful, and took Lu Yuanbao home with her. She asked, "Yuanbao, we're having meat tonight, braised pork."
Lu Yuanbao grumbled and swallowed, "Is there meat to eat today? Is it Chinese New Year again?"
"Who says you can only eat braised pork during the Chinese New Year? You can eat it anytime you're in a good mood."
As Chu Yue spoke, she glanced back.
Where they had just gathered, Song Hongmei and Zhou Zhijian were talking face to face, and Wang Chunling was standing not far from them.
Wang Chunling seemed to feel Chu Yue's gaze, and raised her head to look at Chu Yue.
There was so much gratitude in that look.
That night, Chu Yue not only made braised pork, but also took great care to prepare three other dishes. When they were finally put on the table, it was full, only slightly inferior to the New Year's Eve dinner.
After seeing this, Lu Zhanlin's incredible look paused in surprise.
He didn't ask like Lu Yuanbao, "Is it New Year's Day today?", but he immediately sensed Chu Yue's mood change.
Lu Zhanlin took off his military cap and uniform and asked, "Anything happy today?"
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