Chapter 71 Red Rope Seal
The night breeze was cool and the rehearsal for the celebration banquet at the textile factory was in full swing, but Xu Yao's heart felt as heavy as if it was pressed by a lead block.
She forced herself to cheer up and selected new clothes for Qiuyue to wear at the celebration. She gestured with each piece, wanting the child to stand on the stage beautifully.
"How about this light red dress? It matches your skin tone and makes you look like a little fairy." Xu Yao tried hard to force a smile, trying to dispel the gloom in her heart.
Qiuyue, however, was not in a good mood. She just hummed "hmm" sullenly, her eyes wandering, as if she was avoiding something.
Suddenly, a skinny hand grabbed Qiuyue's arm with such force that Qiuyue screamed in surprise.
“Come with me! I will take you to find your biological father!” The distorted face of Sun’s mother appeared in front of him, and her voice was sharp and piercing, like a rusty knife, cutting through the peace.
Xu Yao's face suddenly changed. She protected Qiuyue behind her and shouted, "What are you doing? Let her go!"
But Sun's mother was like a madman, holding Qiuyue tightly, with a crazy light flashing in her turbid eyes.
"You vicious woman! You have occupied Qiuyue for so long, it's time for her to return to her roots!"
At this tense moment, a figure flashed out from behind the curtains like a ghost, bringing with it a chilling chill.
Xue Han!
There was a flame of anger burning in his deep eyes, and his military boots crushed the red rope that was tightly held in Sun's mother's hand, making a creepy sound.
"Your son's death certificate," Xue Han's voice was as cold as ice. He suddenly opened a bloody medical record and threw it in Sun's mother's face. "It was strangled with this red rope! You still have the nerve to mention her biological father?!"
On the medical record, the shocking bright red handwriting read "death by suffocation" in large letters.
Mother Sun suddenly collapsed to the ground, as if all her strength had been drained away. She muttered to herself, "Impossible... Impossible... How could he..."
Qiuyue suddenly pointed at her mother's wig and screamed, "Her hair! Her hair is exactly the same as the female ghost who killed my mother in her previous life! It's her! It's her!"
The child's terrified cry stunned everyone present. The air seemed to freeze, leaving only Qiuyue's heart-wrenching cry.
The director of the subdistrict office arrived with several policemen and announced sternly: "Sun is suspected of intentional homicide, take him away!"
When Sun's mother was dragged away, she was still struggling and howling. Her distorted face looked like a ghost crawling out of hell.
Xu Yao walked tiredly to her father's bedside, wanting to tell him what happened today, but she saw Xu's father struggling to take out a rusty iron box from under the pillow.
"Yaoyao...this...is for you..." Father Xu coughed up blood foam, his voice so weak that it was almost inaudible.
He trembled as he opened the lid of the iron box, which contained some yellowed account books and several bottles of ink.
"The account books of your husband's family in your previous life..." Father Xu panted with difficulty, "and the smuggling accounts of Sun Zhiqiang... used... the same ink..."
Xu Yao took the account book and looked through it carefully. The densely written words recorded the crimes committed by the Sun family over the years.
She picked up a bottle of ink, and on the bottom of the bottle were printed a few small words: "Third Sister Textile Factory".
Xu Yao's heart sank suddenly, and a chill ran from the soles of her feet to her head.
Third Sister Textile Factory?
Isn’t that the old karma of her daughter’s adoptive mother in her previous life?
Could it be that all this has something to do with her?
When they returned to the bridal chamber, Xue Han had been standing there waiting for a long time. His face was solemn and his eyes were deep, as if he was thinking about something.
"Yaoyao, look at this." He handed Xu Yao a piece of paper that he found under the red scarf. On it was an anonymous letter: "The real heir should show up."
Xu Yao took the note doubtfully and looked at the handwriting on it carefully, feeling as if she had seen it somewhere before.
Xue Han suddenly pressed Xu Yao's shoulders and said in a serious tone, "The birthmark of your daughter in your previous life..." He gently stroked Qiuyue's neck with his fingertips, where there was a faint red birthmark, "It is exactly the same shape as the wax mark on this letter paper."
Xu Yao widened her eyes in shock; she couldn't believe her ears.
Qiuyue’s birthmark is actually related to this anonymous letter?
Qiuyue suddenly pulled away the red scarf covering her body and looked at Xu Yao with confused eyes: "Mom, is this left by my biological sister?"
As the night deepened and the rehearsal for the textile factory's celebration banquet was drawing to a close, Xue Han pulled out a piece of bright red silk from his pocket and rubbed it in his hands.
The night was like a huge indigo curtain, slowly opening up. At the rehearsal for the celebration banquet at the textile factory, the atmosphere was filled with the sound of gongs and drums and firecrackers.
The air was filled with the smell of happy sweat and cheap cigarettes, a perfect match!
Xue Han stood on the makeshift platform, standing out from the crowd.
He suddenly raised a piece of bright red silk cloth like a war flag.
"Fellow villagers, look carefully! This is the fabric from our Hanyao Textile Factory!"
He shook it violently, and a piece of indigo-dyed cotton yarn cascaded down like a waterfall, shining with a charming luster under the light.
"Every piece of cloth has a hole for inspection!" Xue Han's voice was like a huge bell, making people's ears buzz.
The crowd of onlookers instantly exploded, like boiling water.
"Inspection port? What is that?"
"It's just a small hole. Let us ordinary people check the goods ourselves to see if there is any shortage of weight or quantity!"
"This Hanyao Textile Factory is so bright!"
The crowd burst into laughter, mixed with a few whistles, and the atmosphere instantly reached a climax.
Just then, a dock worker named Lao Zhou, wearing shabby work clothes, squeezed to the front of the stage.
He held a crumpled letter of accusation in his hand and handed it to Xue Han.
"Director Xue, I want to report it!"
Xue Han took the letter, opened it, and his eyebrows immediately twisted into a knot.
"The Sun family's smuggling ship..." He looked up at the river in the distance. On the dim river surface, the outlines of several ships could be vaguely seen.
"They are fleeing towards my third sister's hometown!" Old Zhou pointed to the distance, his voice trembling.
"Oh my god! The Sun family is going to cause trouble!" There was another commotion in the crowd.
Xu Yao stood in the audience, feeling as if a huge rock was pressing down on her heart, heavy.
She knew that this was just the calm before the storm.
As dusk fell, Xu Yao returned to the ward exhausted.
She wanted to talk to her father, but found that he had fallen asleep.
Inadvertently, she caught a glimpse of a yellowed photo under her father's pillow.
She pulled it out carefully, took a look at it in the dim light, and immediately gasped.
The photo showed the daughter from the previous life and her third sister!
The daughter in the photo is smiling innocently, snuggling up to her third sister, without any sign of guard at all.
The third sister hugged her daughter with a loving look on her face, but there was a barely perceptible glimmer of viciousness in her eyes.
Xu Yao's scalp felt numb, as if a cold current was running straight from the soles of her feet to her head.
She clutched the photo so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
When they returned to the bridal chamber, Xue Han had been standing there waiting for a long time.
His face was solemn and his eyes were deep, as if he was thinking about something.
He took the photo from Xu Yao and looked at it carefully.
"The real mastermind behind the scenes..." Xue Han's fingertips gently stroked the back of the photo, where there was a faint red mark.
"Maybe he's still in the dark." He raised his head, his eyes full of vigilance.
"What is this?" Xu Yao asked puzzledly.
"Red Rope Seal." Xue Han's voice was low and powerful.
"It is made of the same material as the red rope used to strangle Sun Zhiqiang."
Xu Yao's heart sank suddenly, and she suddenly remembered what Qiuyue said, that the female ghost who killed her in her previous life was wearing a red rope!
Could it be that all this has something to do with my third sister?
At this moment, Qiuyue suddenly pulled away the red scarf covering her body and looked at Xu Yao with confused eyes: "Mom, is this left by my biological sister?"
As the night deepened, the rehearsal for the textile factory's celebration banquet was coming to an end.
Xue Han took out a piece of bright red silk from his pocket and rubbed it in his hands.
Suddenly, a rapid knock on the door broke the silence in the room.
The director of the subdistrict office pushed the door open and said in a serious tone: "The city will send a working group to investigate the textile factory..." He paused, his eyes meaningful.
"The leader was a female lesbian with a red scarf wrapped around her wrist."
The director of the subdistrict office handed over a subdistrict office approval document, and the bright red seal was particularly eye-catching.
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