Chapter 157 There is an older sister
Guan Zhiwei searched for information related to the case online. She wanted to understand the background the system had assigned to her, in case she was wronged and wanted to save herself.
The search didn't yield much case information, but it did find related content.
—The mother has leukemia, and the daughter disappears with money; she's worse than an animal.
Clicking through, the article calls on everyone to donate bone marrow to bring a glimmer of hope to mothers with leukemia.
Many people responded, feeling that the mother was truly pitiful and willing to lend a helping hand in their small way.
Shocking! The beast's daughter was a misunderstanding! She was trafficked for two years and has been unable to return home!
Comment below: This is my classmate. She's very filial. She and her mother depend on each other for survival. I always told her she couldn't run away with the money.
—The mother is sick and the daughter is sold. Is this a sign of moral decay or a distortion of human nature?
Human traffickers deserve to die! The buyers aren't good people either! Buyers and sellers are equally guilty! Buyers and sellers are equally guilty!
Countless news reports rushed to write about it, and even though a long time has passed, the popularity remains undiminished, frequently trending on social media, with many people paying close attention to the outcome.
“Don’t look at this. You didn’t disappear with money; you were kidnapped by the system,” Guan Yan quickly said.
Guan Zhiwei just smiled, and no one knew what the meaning behind her smile was.
Since he's a madman, his laughter must be meaningless.
The two were talking when a window suddenly popped up; it was from Auntie.
They video chatted on WeChat.
"Weiwei, how are you feeling? Your second aunt made you some candied sweet potatoes. I'll have your mom come pick them up later."
"Your little face has gotten quite chubby; you've recovered."
Mom, her second aunt, and her third aunt chatted away, with Guan Zhiwei occasionally chiming in.
"Thank you for taking good care of my mother while I was away."
“What hardship? It’s only natural for me to take care of my sister,” said the second aunt.
As she spoke, she couldn't hold back her tears and her eyes reddened: "You're the one who's suffering the most, Weiwei. You can't have anything happen to you. You're your mother's only hope. If you end up like your sister, your mother won't be able to live!"
Guan Yan's expression tightened: "Don't talk nonsense!" She quickly hung up the video call.
Guan Zhiwei asked in confusion, "Mom, do I have an older sister?"
Guan Yan was afraid that this incident would upset her daughter, who seemed quite normal lately.
"Mother?"
"have."
Guan Yan cried and said, "Your sister's name is Feng Rui."
Guan Zhiwei has an older half-sister named Feng Rui.
Guan Yan's first husband died young, and she married her second husband, bringing Feng Rui with her.
Her second husband was a gambler, which he initially hid well, but it was only revealed after they got married.
The two of them were constantly arguing and cursing; they were always fighting.
Feng Rui covered Guan Zhiwei's ears and led her to hide in the closet.
In Guan Zhiwei's mind, her sister's arms were a safe haven where she could escape.
But my older sister is only sixteen years old.
After losing money again, the man turned his attention to his stepdaughter, selling her to human traffickers for 100,000 yuan. He then took the large sum of money to Southeast Asia, where a friend offered to take him on a big business venture.
He then disappeared.
Guan Yan hated that man so much that she changed Guan Zhiwei's surname, making her take her own.
She took Guan Zhiwei and searched everywhere for her eldest daughter.
By the time Guan Zhiwei found her sister, she had already given birth.
Feng Rui didn't want the child; she just wanted to leave.
Her breasts were swollen like stones, and she had no child to nurse. Hormones made her cry night after night.
The man surnamed Yan gathered the entire village to constantly harass and harass them, preventing their mother from working and Guan Zhiwei from going to school. Even when they went to a public toilet, Yan Chunsheng would search through every single door.
"Wife, come home with me. Wife, the children miss you."
Of course, they called the police, who arrested the person, gave them a lecture, or detained them for seven days or half a month.
In their view, the law does not punish the masses.
The mother and her two children lived in constant fear and hid, enduring the gossip and pointing fingers of those around them—even though they were unmarried and had children, men still came looking for them!
Feng Rui finally couldn't stand the endless harassment anymore and said, "Weiwei, this is my fate."
She asked Yan Chunsheng to leave the village, and Yan Chunsheng was very good at playing the innocent. He said, "Wife, it doesn't matter who you live with, I promise I'll listen to you from now on."
He washed the dishes and swept the floor, his head bowed and eyes downcast.
Once Feng Rui accepted and loved her son again, he stopped washing dishes and sweeping the floor. He spent his days lying around at home doing nothing, occasionally going out to do odd jobs and bringing back a pittance, which he considered his contribution to the family.
Feng Rui could tolerate all of this; all she wanted was for someone to lend a hand and pick her son up from school.
Yan Chunsheng couldn't even handle such a small matter properly.
They walked along the dilapidated building, where small trees had grown inside the windows, the plaster had peeled off the walls, and the stones were loose.
Bang!
What a tiny child!
Feng Rui went mad. She grabbed Yan Chunsheng and questioned him repeatedly, "Why? I only asked you for such a small thing, why can't you do it?!"
"It's not my fault, that's a dangerous building. Let's sue them and make them compensate us! I checked, and they can pay us a lot of money!"
Is it possible to turn a living, breathing son into a pleasing banknote?
Feng Rui smiled.
When Guan Zhiwei arrived, the room was covered in blood.
Feng Rui sat in a pool of blood, the knife casually tossed aside.
Yan Chunsheng was hacked to pieces, his eyes wide with terror, his intestines spilling out onto the ground. He wouldn't be satisfied until he was disemboweled.
"Weiwei, this is my fate."
This is the second time she has resigned herself to her fate.
Guan Zhiwei tried her best to calm herself down and comforted her, saying, "Sister, don't move. I'll go call the police for you. Let's turn ourselves in and try to reduce our crime."
“Okay, go ahead.” Feng Rui smiled at her.
She was too flustered at the time and didn't carefully appreciate the meaning of the smile; she was in a hurry to call the police and confess.
When they returned, there were two people lying in a pool of blood.
It turns out that the smile was a sign of reluctance to part.
Guan Zhiwei hated it to death.
I was walking along the road when suddenly I got smuggled up by a venomous snake.
Killing the scoundrel would cost you your own life.
Bad people don't need to consider the consequences of their evil deeds; they can find pleasure simply by doing bad things. But what about good people? What should good people do?
Do you remember your sister?
"I don't remember."
Guan Zhiwei pondered for a long time, then said nonchalantly, "But I know who Madam Feng is. She's my neighbor, and she also killed her husband, but nothing happened to her. I pardoned her crime, and she didn't commit suicide; she recovered."
Guan Yan nodded with tears in her eyes: "That's good, that's good."
Guan Zhiwei smiled at her: "Everything will be alright."
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