Chapter 95 You say survival of the fittest doesn't change the fact that this is murder
Chang Xile was stunned for a moment, then immediately pushed through the crowd and squeezed in. Before the woman's next slap was about to fall, Chang Xile grabbed her wrist.
Chang Xile protected Yang Guisi behind him. The other party had a numb expression, as if she could not hear or see anything. It was not until Chang Xile came that her dull eyes moved slightly.
"If you have something to say, say it nicely. If you insult, slander, or hit others, I'll call the police to arrest you." Chang Xile shook the woman's hand aside and warned her with a stern face.
The woman, as if hearing something ridiculous, put her hands on her hips and shouted, "I'm her mother! It's my right to teach her a lesson. Who dares to interfere? Stay out of my business!" She took a step forward and tried to pull Yang Guisi from behind Chang Xile. "You've made it big now. You escaped to go to college and become an anchor. If your brother Yang Hong hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known! You've brought shame to our Yang family by showing up in public!"
To solve the problem, one must first clarify the situation. When Chang Xile heard the woman claim to be Yang Guisi's mother, she turned and gently asked Yang Guisi, "Do you know her?"
Yang Guisi raised his eyes and looked at the woman who was sitting on the ground and rolling around.
A rare look of embarrassment appeared on her face, and she nodded slightly.
Chang Xile finally understood who Yang Guisi was protecting from by wearing a mask during the live broadcast, and also finally understood why the requirement of obtaining family consent for staying overnight outside was necessary, but Yang Guisi simply gave up.
"Enough. Zhang Li, what exactly do you want by coming here today?" Yang Guisi looked at the woman sitting on the ground and felt exhausted.
"You don't even call me mom, you're so lawless..." Zhang Li muttered, but she stopped throwing a tantrum. Her eyes gleamed as she calculated like a businessman. "You've made a lot of money as a live streamer over the years, right? Your brother Yang Hong said you could make hundreds of thousands of yuan a night. We've taken care of you for so many years, so giving us 200,000 yuan a month for your retirement isn't too much, right?"
The students watching gasped in shock. This was a truly outrageous offer. Some were still wondering what kind of livestream could generate such high daily revenue, and some curious people were already recording it with their phones.
Chang Xile didn't know the situation clearly, but she felt that Yang Guisi's mother was not a good person.
"How many years have you supported me?" Yang Guisi sneered, emphasizing the word "support." She said, "The money you've spent on me over the years, converted into your discarded old clothes, leftover food, and the average local rent, is a total of 7,960 yuan. I gave you 8,000 before I left."
"As for the rest, let alone two hundred thousand a month." Yang Guisi calmed down as she spoke. She said slowly, "I won't give you even twenty dollars."
She took Chang Xile's hand and walked back.
Zhang Li was furious and humiliated. She climbed up from the cement floor and yelled, "You heartless thing! If I had known earlier, you would have been the one to die. Poor Junyi, you died because of me. You died at such a young age, separated from your parents by the Yin and Yang, unable to fulfill your filial duties to us."
Yang Guisi stopped and her eyes were red when she turned around. She broke free from Chang Xile's hand and, not caring how many people were around, rushed forward and grabbed Zhang Li's collar, gritting her teeth and saying, "You guys killed Junyi!"
"When you can't live anymore, either you die or she dies." Zhang Li looked at Yang Guisi's pained expression and felt relieved. She proudly tapped Yang Guisi's chest with her fingertips and said, "Only when she died can you survive."
Yang Guisi's body was shaking a little. She was gasping for breath, but she couldn't speak for a while.
Zhang Li glanced down and saw the cream stuck to Yang Guisi's collar. She taunted him, "How dare you celebrate your birthday? Today is your sister's death anniversary. I think you've completely forgotten."
"I haven't forgotten... I haven't forgotten." Yang Guisi lowered his head, and the nails on the palm of his hand almost dug into the flesh.
Chang Xile sensed something was amiss. She glanced at the university students recording the video and asked Zhang Li loudly, "Auntie, you're being so vague. How can anyone know whose fault it is? If you don't explain clearly, how can anyone help you judge?"
"That's right!" Several brave onlookers echoed.
Zhang Li saw that Yang Guisi had been completely speechless after being criticized by her, and that the people around her were slowly starting to side with her. She proudly put her hands on her hips and complained, "You don't know how selfish this damn girl is. Let me tell you..."
When Zhang Li first became pregnant, she was a well-known figure in Yangjia Village. Because she was pregnant with twins, she noticed her belly was larger than usual, so she consulted a doctor. When the doctor told her they were twins, Zhang Li's family offered her money and pestered the doctor for a long time, asking if it was a boy.
Neighbors who heard the news came to congratulate Zhang Li. She covered her mouth and laughed: "Oh, two boys, and I have to buy two houses and get married twice. It's so tiring. If you ask me, twins, a boy and a girl, are the best. Girls are easy to raise and can help with housework."
She spoke of her distress, but the smile in her eyes could not be hidden.
Zhang Li's mother-in-law kept saying that the Yang family needed a male heir to carry on the family line, and she always blamed her for having difficulty in giving birth. She had been married for several years but was still pregnant.
This time, I’ll have two sons in my lifetime. Let’s see if that can shut that old woman up!
On the day of delivery, Zhang Li, barely breathing, peeled back her sweat-soaked bangs. The nurse happily held the babies in her arms, looked at them, and said, "Congratulations, they are two lovely little girls."
Zhang Li's face turned pale instantly. It was hard to tell whether she was too tired from giving birth or because she was scared. She didn't take the baby to look at it, but just kept questioning: "No...it's impossible. The doctor said it was a boy, a boy! Doctor, did you take the wrong baby?" Tears welled up in her eyes.
Two girls indeed.
Zhang Li and her two "money-losing babies" were soon taken back to her hometown, and they didn't even have time to rest for a few days.
Those members of the Yang family - her mother-in-law, father-in-law, and even her husband - all looked down on her.
At that time, her father-in-law almost hit the child to death, but her sister-in-law Yang Xue tried her best to stop him.
Interestingly, Yang Xue was a rare girl from Yangjia Village who was admitted to university. She was very poor and particular. She kept saying things like "gender equality" and even gave her two daughters very beautiful names.
Zhang Li was initially reluctant to give up the child she'd worked so hard to give birth to, but sometimes she wished Yang Xue hadn't stopped her. For four or five years, she couldn't get pregnant again. The villagers, both overtly and covertly, pushed her against it, making her feel ashamed. But Yang Xue, the instigator, was so good! She married and moved to a big city, not returning for years.
When Yang Guisi was four years old, a heavy snowstorm left many farmers in Yangjia Village with no harvest. Hungry and broke, what could they do?
At such times, the first person to starve to death was the worthless girl, not to mention that Yang Guisi, who was only six years old at the time, had a high fever.
Zhang Li and her husband, Yang Zong, pushed and shoved each other for a while before reluctantly approaching Yang Guisi's bedside. She lowered her voice, a rare moment, and gently said to her daughter, "Guisi, today is your and your sister's birthday. Mom and Dad are celebrating for you."
Yang Guisi coughed a few times, her eyes brightening after hearing this. But she hadn't forgotten Zhang Li's usual aggressiveness, when she would scold and beat her. She quickly said sensibly, "It's okay, Mom. I'll be happy if you just say happy birthday to me."
Zhang Li swallowed, smiled, and said, "Your aunt is back."
"Really?" Yang Guisi remembered her aunt, a gentle woman who often stroked her and her sister's heads and looked at them with sad eyes. The few snacks Yang Guisi had eaten were brought by Yang Xue. When her aunt was around, they could avoid being beaten.
"Well, she even bought you a birthday cake." Zhang Li coaxed, pointing to the path outside the window that was almost blocked by heavy snow. "The snow has blocked the mountain, and your aunt can't find the way home. You, just keep going along this path, pick up your aunt, and then come back with her."
Zhang Li thought for a moment and added, "My aunt is wearing white clothes, so you have to be very close to see her. You should walk a few more steps and make sure you pick her up before you return."
Although Yang Guisi was ill, she felt energized when she heard her aunt was back. Just as she was about to throw off the covers and get out of bed, she heard the door creak open. Her younger sister, Yang Junyi, stood timidly at the doorway. "Mom, I'll go," she said.
Zhang Li frowned and said to her: "Why are you joining in the fun?"
"My sister is sick and can't walk. I'll go." Yang Junyi said firmly. Her face was red from the cold. Because it was her birthday, she rarely wore the strawberry hairpin that her aunt bought her a few years ago - it seemed that it was bought from Disney or something, it was very expensive.
Without waiting for Zhang Li to say anything, she turned around and ran out the door.
"Hey! You damned girl, come back!" Zhang Li was anxious. She stood up and tried to chase Yang Junyi back, but the little girl had already run out of the house. Outside, the snow was so white that it was impossible to tell east from west. Yang Zong grabbed her arm, sighed, and said, "Let her go. It's fate."
Yang Guisi lay back on the bed, holding a beautiful butterfly hairpin in her hand. When her aunt came back with the gift, Junyi had originally liked this one, but seeing that Yang Guisi liked it, she didn't say anything and gave it to her.
When his sister comes back, Yang Guisi will give her this hairpin as a birthday present.
Yang Junyi didn't come back that night.
There was no reply on the second and third day.
Naturally, the Yang Xue that Zhang Li mentioned never returned to her parents' home for the New Year. The heavy snow blocked the roads, and no one could get in or out.
For the first two days, Yang Guisi sat by the window looking out. Zhang Li came over with a bowl of hot water and patted her head: "It's all white. I don't know what's so good about it. Drink some water!"
"Don't die again." Zhang Li stuffed the bowl into her hand and turned to leave.
"Mom." Yang Guisi turned around and called Zhang Li.
"Why are you screaming! You..." Zhang Li turned back impatiently and met Yang Guisi's dark eyes. Even a shrew like her rarely got choked.
"Junyi hasn't come home yet. Aren't you worried?" Yang Guisi asked, "What do you mean by don't die again? Has anyone died yet?"
Zhang Li was speechless. She could only say firmly, "Don't worry about it, little kid. Your sister has gone back with your aunt."
But what is the truth is, everyone already knows it.
The following spring, someone found a strawberry hairpin on a mountain path. He didn't have the spirit of returning lost items to their original owners. He just threw the hairpin into his pocket and took it to the market to sell along with other goods.
Zhang Li actually put the matter in a very simple way, but her words and actions made it clear that if Yang Guisi had not been bedridden at the time, her sister would not have died.
"You're committing murder." As Chang Xile listened, she felt goosebumps slowly spread from her back to her shoulders. She looked at the trembling Yang Guisi, gently but firmly grasped Yang Guisi's shoulders, and firmly repeated, "You killed your daughter."
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