Chapter 272
The topic of officials versus commoners always evokes resentment.
Lingwu put down the newspaper and ate breakfast while reading today's news.
She still sighed softly when she saw the unscrupulous media outlets earnestly recounting Guan Zhao's charitable work.
The media outlets are still the same media outlets, but this time, their fate is different from the previous two.
Song Chunhua frowned upon hearing this, "This name..." How come it sounds just like that heartless son-in-law?
Before she could ask, Jiang Qian handed Ling Wu her phone. As soon as Ling Wu answered, a serious yet gentle voice from the other end of the line came from the high-ranking leader: "Xiao Wu, what are you planning to do about this?"
She didn't ask if she should handle it, because she knew Xiao Wu would handle it well. Calling would only let her know some things, such as the relationship between Guan Zhao and Xiao Wu, and she couldn't help but worry that Xiao Wu would be disappointed.
After all, she was abandoned as a child and betrayed by her own family when she grew up, so it's hard not to worry about her.
Ling Wu: "I'm sorry to have worried the top leader."
The senior leader paused, as if trying to discern Ling Wu's tone, and only after confirming that she was alright did he say, "It's good that you're alright. Since someone dares to incite public anger, then go ahead and do it. It's good that I have evidence so I can ask the US what they mean."
Her words granted Ling Wu special privileges; even if Ling Wu didn't appear as a doctor, she would still have Ling Wu protected by her.
After hanging up the phone, Ling Wu checked some news on foreign websites and, as expected, they were using this as a pretext to smear her.
"I really didn't expect China to be so dark. Doesn't it claim to be the most peaceful and beautiful country? Is being peaceful and beautiful just about using these philanthropists as pawns?" (IP.m country)
"They only focus on technological development, but neglect internal corruption; how can a mere bureau chief wield so much power?" (IP.h country)
Ling Wu paused when she saw the young director, recalling the way Guan's parents had looked at her yesterday, and realized that the young director might be talking about her.
She scrolled through it again and found that it was mostly these kinds of smear and exaggerated statements, so she closed it.
They weren't given time to ferment, but it was as if they saw a fly on an unbreakable iron egg. Before they even had time to check if the egg was broken, they eagerly called on other maggots to come and eat it.
"Are you hiding something from me?" Song Chunhua asked after Ling Wu put down her phone. "Don't try to fool me. I heard the big boss's voice. The big boss is usually so busy, but he called you first thing this morning. Something big must have happened."
Song Chunhua couldn't read the words, and holding the newspaper was like reading gibberish. She made up her mind that she must study hard when she got back this time and would never sneak out of class to skip lessons again.
Facing Song Chunhua's gaze, Lingwu paused briefly before recounting everything in detail, only omitting the incident on the grassland that day.
After hearing everything, Song Chunhua crumpled the newspaper. "What are you going to do, girl?"
Ling Wu continued without pausing: "The money Guan Zhao gave them before wasn't frozen, but after being so angry yesterday, he probably used it all to entertain these media outlets, since they genuinely believe Guan Zhao is innocent."
"Guan Zhao and the others should be sentenced if they deserve it. The interrogation videos of Guan Zhao and the others should be released, and the media should also be properly cleaned up."
After Lingwu finished speaking, someone immediately began to take care of it.
Before Guan Zhao and others' videos could cause a stir in China, they were ridiculed abroad.
—"Hey hey hey, why aren't the righteous netizens shouting anymore?" (IP. Huaxia)
"We're serious about cracking down on organized crime and catching spies! Unlike some countries where people are treated like dogs by conglomerates and still have to grovel before them—yes, I'm talking about your country, H!" (IP. Huaxia)
After uniting against external forces, they began to criticize Guan Zhao and the unscrupulous media.
Some people didn't understand what "junior bureau chief" meant, but after the real bureau chief with a righteous-looking square face appeared, the question disappeared.
Ling Wu didn't attend Guan Zhao's execution. Song Chunhua hesitated to speak, but when she saw that Ling Wu was acting as usual, the heavy weight in her heart was quietly lifted.
She didn't want the girl to be sad, nor did she want her to be happy. Treating Guan Zhao as a stranger was the best thing for the girl.
Ling Wu didn't say anything, and Song Chunhua didn't mention it either, as they embarked on their travels once again.
When leaving Lanjiang City, Du Yue saw her off with red eyes. But as soon as he saw Ling Wu get into the car, he couldn't help but shout, "Xiao Wu, wait until I've settled these matters. We'll meet in Wanyue Village. You..." Wait for me, don't leave me behind so quickly again.
"Okay." Ling Wu accepted the invitation.
After the car drove away, Du Yue stood there for a long time until someone called him "President Du". He then sniffed, resumed his usual demeanor, and said coldly, "Let's go, let's challenge them."
The city of Lujiang is not even close to his moon.
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After that, Lingwu and Grandma's journey went very smoothly without any setbacks.
Song Chunhua has tasted ice cream, eaten cotton candy, sampled all sorts of new flavors, seen mountains and seas, sung in once-popular karaoke, and even visited foreign countries to see different architecture and meet foreigners...
When she returned to the small village of Wanyue, she did not feel the same complicated emotions she had when she left.
She calmly observed everything, looking at the elderly people in the village still working with their backs bent, and glanced at the old sycamore tree at the village entrance.
Finally, she opened the dilapidated little door that held all her bitterness and sweetness.
Long-forgotten memories flooded back, and for some reason, Song Chunhua raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
My memories are filled with moments with my husband, my daughter's well-behaved and sensible nature, her intelligence and charm, the laughter and joy of the children and teachers in the courtyard, and the box of food that Qian Wen, the foreman at the construction site, gave her back then.
Never before had Song Chunhua felt so directly and sincerely.
—She, Song Chunhua, is happy.
When her hand was pulled, Song Chunhua looked down and saw that the little girl's hands, which used to be as small as chicken claws, could now hold hers.
"You little rascal," the old woman called out with a smile.
"Grandma," the little brat replied.
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The news of their return quickly spread among the crowd. The people were still the same; Xiao Song, who used to serve tea and water, had now become a leader, but he still cheerfully served them tea as always.
One must not forget one's original aspirations; he constantly reminded himself of this.
Qian Wenmu, who was promoted to a mid-level position because of a past favor, was in a daze. He now realized that the meal he received years ago was a turning point in his life.
But Lingwu knew in her heart that this was fate's gift to kindness.
Before, a group of people listened to Ling Wu talk; now, a group of people surround Ling Wu and talk.
They talked about the changes in their hometown and their longing for it over the years...
Song Chunhua didn't sit in the inner room as usual. This time, she leaned back in a rocking chair, watching and laughing along with a palm-leaf fan in her hand.
"Time flies," someone remarked.
Lingwu pushed open the door, and a group of friends were standing outside.
They smiled, their tears glistening in the sunlight.
They said, "Little Five."
He wasn't a famous "doctor," just a fifth-grade student from Wanyue Village.
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