Wen Qiao never expected that Huo Yan, a young boy who was also sick, would be involved.
They actually saved money for their third child.
"Sister, my mom is calling me, I have to hang up now. You and the baby must take good care of yourselves."
“A-Yan…”
Before Wen Qiao could even say she would return the money in the piggy bank to Huo Yan, his call ended.
Huo Yan had just hung up the phone when he heard his mother, Yan Minghui, calling his name, "Ayan, Ayan," as she came out of the house.
"Mom, I'm here."
Yan Minghui asked softly, "Who are you talking to on the phone? Are you afraid I'll overhear you?"
Huo Yan didn't hide anything and said, "I called Sister Wen Qiao, who lives in our apartment. I told her to keep an eye on my things and not to go up to my second floor."
Yan Minghui smiled.
"You, you've let people live in your house for free, why are you saying these things?"
"I just heard Aunt Hu say that you're sending her abroad to take care of Wen Qiao and her daughter? What's going on? Is Wen Qiao having some trouble?"
“Your uncle has friends abroad. I’ll call him later and ask him to help.”
"Aunt Hu is getting old, so you mustn't say anything about kicking her out again. She'll think you're going to kick her out."
Huo Yan glanced at Aunt Hu, who was wiping the table.
The words that were on the tip of my tongue remained unspoken.
In his mother's eyes, Aunt Hu had taken care of him for many years and deserved to be treated with respect; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she was caring for him in his old age.
“I didn’t say to kick her out.”
"Mom, I'm going upstairs now."
Huo Yan was still just an eleven-year-old child and didn't know how to face Aunt Hu, so he got up and left, trying to escape.
***
After speaking with Huo Yan on the phone, Wen Qiao quickly returned to her room and immediately found the piggy bank Huo Yan had mentioned.
Indeed, she hadn't even noticed until Huo Yan mentioned it.
Only now do we realize that what's on the cabinet isn't a decorative item at all; it's Huo Yan's piggy bank for Xiao Sanbao.
Wen Qiao lived in the Huo family's room, and she rarely touched the room's furnishings, so she naturally ignored them.
The piggy bank could be opened. Wen Qiao removed the stopper at the bottom, and the money inside fell to the ground. She never expected there to be so much. She held it gently, and only when it fell to the ground did she see that it was all large denomination banknotes.
"Ayan, thank you."
Wen Qiao was deeply moved. She spoke softly as she picked up the money from the ground, her eyes welling up with tears.
Before Wen Qiao could put the money away, she heard a faint noise coming from outside the door.
Today was windy and rainy, not a good day to go out. Wen Qiao didn't pay attention at first, thinking it was just the wind shaking the window glass.
Then there was another thud.
Wen Qiao became wary, grabbed a baseball bat from the side, and boldly walked to the doorway.
Speaking fluent English, he said fiercely, "No matter who you are, get out of here right now, or I'll call the police."
Suddenly I heard a Chinese voice.
"It's me, Feng Yan."
Wen Qiao never expected that Feng Yan would come again in just two weeks, and even appear at her doorstep.
Wen Qiao knew that Feng Yan was not a bad person, so she immediately opened the door.
Upon seeing Feng Yan, dressed in black and clutching her abdomen, Wen Qiao immediately guessed that Feng Yan was injured.
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