Chapter 66 The Most Important Thing in Life
The night is as deep as an ancient well.
The river boat's whistle sounded low and long, breaking the silence of the dock at night and disturbing the tranquility of the Xue family's courtyard.
In the dim light, Xu Yao was modifying the overly large cuffs of Qiuyue's school uniform stitch by stitch.
The little girl was sleeping soundly on the table, with a few grains of rice on her rosy little face, which made Xu Yao feel soft in her heart.
Suddenly, a large hand grasped her wrist tightly, with such force that she felt a slight pain.
"Three boxes of smuggled fabrics were delivered to the dock warehouse three days ago. The consignee is Sun Zhiqiang." Xue Han's voice was low and rapid, as if it carried a sense of oppression as if a storm was about to come.
Xu Yao's heart trembled, and the needle in her hand fell to the ground with a "click" and rolled into the shadow under the bed.
Sun Zhiqiang?
How did he get involved with smuggling?
Before she could think about it, Xue Han had already stuffed a bunch of keys into her palm. The heavy touch of metal made her feel cold.
"Take it with you, I'll catch up." His tone left no room for doubt, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light that she had never seen before.
The silver whistle hanging on the keychain reflected a cold light under the dim light. It was the communicator he used when he was in the army.
Xu Yao tightly grasped the key, her heart pounding like a drum.
She knew that tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
The air at the old dock was filled with a damp fishy smell mixed with an unknown rotten smell, which was nauseating.
Under the dim street lights, several homeless people huddled in the corner, as if hiding from something.
Xu Yao and Xue Han crouched down and, using the cover of the container, quietly approached the warehouse.
The door of the warehouse was ajar, and a dim light shone through from inside, as well as the sound of men talking in low voices.
Through the crack in the door, Xu Yao saw Sun Zhiqiang talking to a man in black wearing a gold chain.
The man in black was carrying a bulging black leather suitcase, and one could tell at a glance that it contained a lot of stuff.
Suddenly, Xue Han pulled Xu Yao into an abandoned cabin with such force that she almost hit the wooden board.
"Look at that sack!" He pointed at the sacks piled in the corner of the warehouse and said in a hurried tone.
Xu Yao took a closer look in the moonlight and her breathing suddenly stopped.
The sacks were filled with silk that was printed with the words "Specially for Foreign Trade" - it was the supply and marketing cooperative's stock that had been out of stock for three months!
At this moment, the man in black suddenly kicked over the sack, and the silk scattered all over the ground, revealing the inferior fabric mixed inside.
"Fakes! They are all inferior products mixed with glue!" the man in black roared, grabbing Sun Zhiqiang by the collar, "Give me back my 30% kickback!"
Sun Zhiqiang's face turned pale in an instant, like a piece of white paper.
He opened his mouth and tried to explain, but was knocked to the ground by the man in black.
In the chaos, Xue Han suddenly swung out a dagger and accurately nailed the wrist of the man in black.
At this moment, Xu Yao suddenly pointed at the river and shouted, "Look at the barge!"
Three water police officers were holding searchlights and driving a barge quickly approaching the dock.
Suddenly, a figure flashed out from the darkness. It was the dock worker Lao Zhou.
"I have already submitted a letter of complaint to the police station!" Old Zhou said with a firm tone, holding an account book in his hand.
The corners of the account book were still stained with the black ink that Xu Yao had been splashed with. She had accidentally gotten it there when she was sorting files at the street office.
"This is..." Xue Han looked at the account book in Lao Zhou's hand, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Old Zhou grinned, revealing his yellow teeth: "Sun Zhiqiang's transaction account book, every transaction is recorded clearly."
He paused and looked at Xu Yao meaningfully, "Thanks to your bottle of ink, this account book has become ironclad evidence."
Xu Yao's heart trembled, and a warm feeling surged in her heart.
She looked at Xue Han, only to see him staring at her intently, his eyes full of...
"Lao Zhou, you..." Sun Zhiqiang got up from the ground, pointed at Lao Zhou, his voice trembling.
The night was as dark as ink, and the air at the dock was heavy and humid. Xu Yao's heartbeat echoed in her ears, as if echoing the whistle of the river boat.
Sun Zhiqiang was pinned to the ground by several water police officers, with his hands handcuffed behind his back. He looked in a miserable state.
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Just as Sun Zhiqiang was taken into the police car, Xue Han shook out a yellowed photo from his briefcase.
In the photo, Xu Yao’s daughter in her previous life, Xu Qiuyue, is taking a close photo with the son of the Sun family with a bright smile.
Xu Yao's fingertips trembled slightly, as if she had been electrocuted.
Written in red pen on the back of the photo were the words: "The shape of Xu Qiuyue's birthmark."
At that moment, her heart seemed to be hit hard. A wave of sadness surged in her heart and tears couldn't help but well up in her eyes.
Xue Han noticed her abnormality and suddenly protected her behind him, his Adam's apple rolling, "This man is not worthy of being a father." He whispered, his tone firm and powerful, as if he was swearing some kind of determination.
Xu Yao felt a warm power coming from him, and the tears in her eyes were gradually dissolved by this power. She clenched her fists, and a certain belief gradually strengthened in her heart.
On the way back, the two were in mixed emotions, and Xu Yao's mind kept replaying the scene just now.
Finally, they returned to the Xu family's courtyard.
Xue Han stopped and stared at Xu Yao with a hint of determination in his eyes.
"I'll go to the street office tomorrow to apply for approval." He lowered his head, pinned the silver whistle on her lapel, and whispered, "Open a textile factory and use my resettlement fee."
Xu Yao wanted to refuse, but he held her shoulders.
"You said you wanted Qiuyue to wear new clothes to school." His words seemed to have magic, softening Xu Yao's heart.
The silver whistle on the keychain gently poked her heartbeat, and the coolness seeped into her blood, but also brought her an inexplicable sense of security.
Xue Han's fingers gently stroked her cheek, his tone gentle but firm, "You and Qiuyue are the most important things in my life." Xu Yao's heart skipped a beat, as if touched by something. She looked up at Xue Han, tears flashing in her eyes, but also full of hope.
As the night deepened, Xu Yao stood at the gate of the courtyard and watched Xue Han leave.
His back gradually blurred in the night, but left an indelible mark in her heart.
She held the silver whistle tightly in her hand. Tomorrow, she will turn over a new leaf.
The wind blew gently, bringing moisture from the surface of the river and taking away the last trace of hesitation in her heart.
Xu Yao turned and entered the courtyard, her heart full of anticipation for the future.
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