Chapter 11 Scumbag Mom 2 This isn't the one where she's busy getting intimate with her gigolo...
Chan Pak-wai was unaware that her daughter had arrived, but she wasn't surprised.
Like Shen Qinghuai, she received a letter from Yunnan last year.
One word: Money.
Although she wasn't extremely wealthy, she still had some spare money, more than enough to support the three children she had after returning to the city.
But she didn't want to pay.
The reason, of course, is that she couldn't stand seeing Shen Qinghuai so carefree.
The child belongs to both of them. Why should Shen Qinghuai spend all his money on his second wife and their child, but not a penny on his daughter from his first marriage?
This is similar to the saying "It's not scarcity that's the problem, but inequality." If Shen Qinghuai doesn't give it, she won't give it either.
It was like a childish, silent competition; she always had to see Shen Qinghuai surrender first.
Now that Shen Qinghuai had actually brought up his daughter's matter, Chen Baihui naturally seized the opportunity to ask, "You want me to find out where she lives, and then what? You want me to support her? Shen, I'm warning you, this child isn't just mine, you can't just walk away from it!"
“I’ve already given you the money—a gold watch worth over 50,000 yuan and more than 10,000 yuan in cash. It’s fine if you don’t want to give it to me. What’s a daughter compared to a gigolo, right?” Shen Qinghuai wasn’t exactly mature either; he was just as stubborn about this issue.
Chen Baihui sneered, "What, you're not happy that I keep a gigolo? If you're so capable, why don't you keep one too?"
"Stop messing around, Baihui, go and find out. Call me back when you have any news." Shen Qinghuai hung up the phone, put his mobile phone on the sink in the bathroom, turned on the tap, splashed some cold water on his hands to sober up.
Water droplets slid down his hairline and down his face. The man in the mirror had handsome features, strong lines, and two rosy cheeks.
This is the same face that Chan Pak-wai once held and kissed, repeatedly saying she loved him and that her love would never change.
But a lifetime is too long, and their time together is too short. When they learned that they could return to the city, but had to get a divorce, they hesitated for a long time.
I can't bear to part with it, I really can't bear to.
But city life was too tempting, and their love ultimately couldn't withstand the cruel reality.
They all want to go back!
During that time, they gave up on themselves, stopped going to work, and spent all their remaining time together, using their last moments to have a baby.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Even after the divorce and leaving her child with a fellow villager, Chan Pak-wai's belly remained flat.
It's such a pity. If she were pregnant, even if she returned to Shanghai after the divorce, at least she could postpone finding another man for the sake of the child in her womb. Maybe he could find a way to rekindle their relationship.
Unfortunately, the elders on both sides looked down on each other's family backgrounds and quickly arranged blind dates, forcing them to remarry.
If you ask him if he regrets coming back, the answer is no. His only regret is that he wasn't shameless enough and should have tried to cause a scene at the Chen family's house.
Forget it, what's the point of saying all this now?
He staggered back to the private room, ending his evening's socializing. Manager Zhao helped him home, and then his cell phone rang again.
Chan Pak-wai's voice is so beautiful, always so full of energy, and she always seems ready to make sarcastic remarks.
With the mobile phone in Manager Zhao's hands, Shen Qinghuai smiled and pressed his face against it: "Baihui, I'm listening, go ahead."
"I found out. She rented a courtyard house not far from your old house, but she's not here right now." Chen Baihui was also surprised. She thought her daughter would come to her after asking Shen Qinghuai for money.
That didn't happen.
So when Shen Qinghuai raised his voice to ask her "Where is she?", she replied in an incredulous tone, "Can you believe it? She actually went to help the police catch human traffickers."
"What?" Shen Qinghuai couldn't help but hiccup. The early spring wind sobered him up. He grabbed his cell phone, his eyes wide, and demanded, "Are you kidding me? How did she, a little country girl, get the guts to catch a human trafficker? Aren't you going to do anything about it?"
“How can I care? If even your own father doesn’t care, I won’t care either. If something happens, I’ll just tell the reporters that you abandoned your wife and daughter, and all the responsibility lies with you.” Chan Pak-wai slammed down the phone.
Even if she wanted to take care of it, she would have to wait for Shen Qinghuai to do so first. Otherwise, all his energy and money would be spent on his second wife and their child, which would be unfair!
Shen Qinghuai sighed helplessly. Baihui was always so childish.
After hanging up, he quickly called his friend: "Hey, Lao Jiang, there's a little girl named Qiu Xiaoman who's helping your police station catch human traffickers. Could you find out where she is right away? We absolutely can't let anything happen to her. What? Who is she? She…she's my relative's child. Okay, thanks."
After hanging up the phone, Shen Qinghuai ignored Manager Zhao's incredulous gaze and went upstairs.
Manager Zhao wasn't sure if he was sober, but after thinking about it, he followed him. He had just escorted the man to the entrance when he subconsciously backed out.
Liang Yuting seemed to have mastered the Lion's Roar technique; her voice was deafening as she rushed up to question Shen Qinghuai about why he had restricted her credit card spending.
"Do you know how much face you've made me lose? Huh? Everyone in the auto market is laughing at me! I knew it! Why would you be so kind as to give me your gold card? You were just waiting for me to embarrass myself! Well then, don't get too cocky! You just wanted to save up some money to secretly give to that wild child, right? Let me tell you, no way! I've already found out where she lives, and I'm going to find her and ask for the money tomorrow morning!"
Shen Qinghuai was annoyed by her yelling. He couldn't bear to lose face, so he turned around and left with Manager Zhao: "I have something to take care of. Have Xiao Liu get me a room. I'll be sleeping in a hotel tonight."
Manager Zhao dared not ask or say anything, silently nodded, and helped him into the elevator.
Soon, following Shen Qinghuai's instructions, the driver stopped at the entrance of an alley, turned around, and quickly took Secretary Liu to the hotel.
Shen Qinghuai stood at the gate of the courtyard, hesitated for a long time, but still did not knock on the door. Instead, he turned around and went to find the homeowner's relative.
He knows this area well; after all, she's his daughter, so he should take care of her.
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Qiu Xiaoman sat in the police car and arrived at the hill he had visited earlier. Mango immediately wagged its tail and came to greet him.
The dog barked a few times to report: "Master, master, someone tipped off those human traffickers, and they just abandoned the old truck and hurriedly moved away."
Qiu Xiaoman turned around in surprise and looked at the two police cars behind her. One was from the police station, and the other was from the anti-trafficking team of the Public Security Bureau. Was there a mole among them?
Or did someone leak the information to the family, and then the family accidentally let it slip?
It's too early to draw conclusions now. In any case, she's gone to great lengths to bring people here, and she'd be unwilling to give up if she didn't achieve anything.
So she led Mango aside and asked in a low voice, "Have you arranged for a dog to follow us?"
Mango nodded quickly: "It's arranged. There's a big white dog hiding in their new truck. The big white dog will try to mark the way by peeing along the way. Shall we wait?"
“No, the police won’t just sit around waiting. Let’s go check the truck first.” Qiu Xiaoman turned around and said to Jiang Mingyuan, who was leading the team.
Jiang Mingyuan, the head of the anti-trafficking team of the Public Security Bureau, quickly arranged for people to follow up.
Soon, the group found some clues in the simple wooden hut and the old truck bed.
One of the photos was a junior high school graduation photo. When Qiu Xiaoman took it and looked at it, she was dumbfounded. It was Feng Shengnan's photo.
Could the other two children have also been abducted? No wonder Li Erhu didn't see them when he went to their house.
She quickly asked, "Comrade Jiang, is this Feng Shengnan, whom I mentioned to you before? It seems she's among these children. What do we do next?"
“I’ll leave two people here to keep watch. You come back with me and we’ll request backup.” This isn’t a simple human trafficking case; it’s very likely an organized gang operation.
Jiang Mingyuan must apply for support.
He escorted Qiu Xiaoman to the entrance of the courtyard house and told her, "Get some rest. I'll come to find you first thing tomorrow morning."
"Okay." Qiu Xiaoman got out of the car with Mango and had just inserted the key when a woman's voice came from behind her.
"Is that you, Xiaoman?"
Who? Qiu Xiaoman subconsciously turned around and was shocked to find a woman standing at the newsstand about ten meters behind her. She was wearing a pink woolen coat, leather shoes, and a light yellow scarf. Her long hair was dancing in the wind.
Under the streetlights, the woman's features were a little blurry, but Qiu Xiaoman recognized her immediately. Wasn't this her own mother who was busy getting intimate with her gigolo?
Why would he take the initiative to come find her? And with Shen Qinghuai?
Something's not right!
Qiu Xiaoman ignored her and turned to open the door again.
Chen Baihui was dumbfounded. A man's teasing voice came from beside her: "See? I told you, I really gave you money. But I can understand, your daughter probably thinks you're too poor and doesn't want you to spend money."
Chen Baihui couldn't stand being provoked. She immediately rolled her eyes, opened her purse, and took out a wad of cash: "You think you have any money? Tch!"
Chen Baihui abandoned Shen Qinghuai and hurriedly chased after him before the courtyard house closed.
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