Chapter 101 Looking forward to seeing Lin Wanqing crying
Now Yang Aihua and Zhang Ma's brains were completely confused, their heads were spinning, and they couldn't think of anything, so they just nodded and agreed to whatever Yang's sister-in-law said.
"Anyway, we can't let anyone see Zhijie's body. The police will find out how the child died once they have someone do an autopsy. Then they'll take you in for questioning. They'll be very skilled at questioning you, and you won't be able to handle it. You'll have to confess everything right away."
Aunt Zhang nodded, and Yang Aihua also nodded. "Then, what should we do?"
"You just keep asking me what to do, what to do, but you can't use your brain to think for yourself!"
The two of them only knew how to ask her what to do. Sister-in-law Yang rolled her eyes. If this matter hadn't involved her, she wouldn't be able to explain herself. She wouldn't get involved in these things! There was no benefit at all, and in the end, she got into trouble.
Aunt Zhang looked completely lost, still slumped on the ground with disheveled hair. "I, I'm so sorry for my grandson!"
As he was about to cry again, Yang's sister-in-law yelled irritably, "Stop it! If you feel sorry for your grandson, then pay with your life!"
Only then did Aunt Zhang stop sobbing and shut up. She didn't want to die yet.
"I've already thought about it for you." Yang's sister-in-law sighed and looked at Zhang Zhijie.
The child was lying on the ground, which reminded her of her own son. If her son was killed like this, she would have wanted to kill him.
How devastated would the mother be? How miserable would she be?
She felt sorry for Lin Wanqing, but she had no other choice. If Yang Aihua and Zhang Ma were both jailed because of this, and only one member of the Zhang family was left in a mental hospital, what hope would there be? Wouldn't Juanzi be abandoned at her grandmother's house, and would she have to raise her?
They are all burdens, so Yang Aihua must be fine.
Zhang Ma and Yang Aihua looked at her eagerly and motioned for her to continue.
Yang's sister-in-law is called Liu Qingqing. She is a very calculating person. She is strong and sturdy, with broad shoulders and a big waist. When she sits in front of these two people, she is like a water tank.
But it made the two of them feel inexplicably safe, and they immediately moved over.
Liu Qingqing said, "After it gets dark, we'll find a place to secretly bury the child, perhaps in the wilderness."
"Then tomorrow they'll say they can't find the child, pretend to look everywhere for him, and then spread the news that the child might have been abducted by human traffickers. Doesn't that mean it has nothing to do with us?"
Zhang Ma and Yang Aihua looked at each other, nodded, and nodded again, "Okay, let's do it."
Anyway, they couldn't think of any better way.
Liu Qingqing directed Yang Aihua and Zhang Ma, saying, "You two move the child to the kang, cover him with a sheet, and pretend he's sleeping. Then quickly clean up the house. That rope and everything else is evidence of the crime. Find a place to burn it tomorrow."
"Okay." Aunt Zhang stood up and hugged Zhang Zhijie with trembling hands and legs.
She first covered Zhang Zhijie's eyelids with her hands while crying, and began to confess, muttering, "Grandson, I'm sorry for you. If you want to blame someone, blame your mother."
"If your mother had let us into the Lin Mansion, we wouldn't have to fight with your aunt for this shabby house! And you wouldn't have died!"
"Woo woo, grandson, this is all your mother's fault! If you want to find someone, go find your mother! Don't worry, grandma will burn paper for you every year from now on, and ask you to buy a big house and delicious food in the underground! Your grandfather is also in the underground. He came to me in a dream a few days ago and said that he missed you, his eldest grandson. You two are still relatives in the underground."
Mother Zhang carried Zhang Zhijie onto the kang and covered him with a sheet.
She kept muttering to herself, but to be frank, it was because she felt guilty and ashamed.
She understood everything. If it weren't for her, Zhang Zhijie wouldn't have died. It was her fault. But she didn't want to admit it. She always wanted to put the blame on others, saying she was innocent and that everything was forced upon her.
Liu Qingqing, who was standing by, couldn't stand it any longer and said angrily, "Stop crying like that! Today you have to pretend nothing happened. Go buy groceries and cook. You absolutely can't let anyone see any flaws, understand?"
Aunt Zhang quickly wiped her eyes and said, "Okay, I'll go wash my face later."
Yang Aihua was full of admiration for Liu Qingqing. At such a critical moment, she could still analyze and strategize so calmly. If it were before, she would definitely be a female general.
Several people cleaned up the house which was a mess due to the fight. Yang Aihua changed her clothes, fixed her hair, and looked at herself in the mirror for a long time before she had the courage to go out.
She would go to work as if nothing had happened, and go home and sleep as if nothing had happened after work.
Tomorrow is the most critical day.
Yang Aihua encouraged herself, opened the door and walked out.
As soon as she went out, she ran into the widow next door. The widow kept looking towards their yard. When she saw Yang Aihua, she asked, "What were you doing so desperately just now?"
"It's the middle of the day, and we still need to take a lunch break!"
Yang Aihua was a little flustered and subconsciously looked behind her, "No, it's okay, let's not argue anymore, we've talked it out."
The widow just snorted, and since there was nothing more fun to watch, she left naturally.
Yang Aihua's heart was in her throat. She wiped the sweat from her head and walked towards the office in fear.
Along the way, she looked around like a thief, always feeling that someone was following her.
Suddenly looking back, there was no one in sight. Yang Aihua had to comfort herself that she was just scaring herself.
When we arrived at the office, lunch break was just over and everyone was alert and ready to work.
Lin Wanqing was sitting on a chair and talking to Wan Jiajia with a smile. As soon as Yang Aihua entered the room, her eyes met hers.
Yang Aihua's gaze made Lin Wanqing very uncomfortable. At first she was afraid, and then she felt gloating.
Lin Wanqing frowned subconsciously and watched Yang Aihua walk to her desk.
On the table were labor insurance and some benefits issued by the company. Everyone in the office had them except Yang Aihua.
Yang Aihua's face didn't look very good, but she didn't have the energy to care.
She glanced at Lin Wanqing again and smiled coldly in her heart.
Are you still in a good mood? Did you know your son is dead? Accidentally killed by his own grandmother!
As a mother, she can certainly empathize with the pain of losing a child. Although Yang Aihua admits that she doesn't like Xiaojuan that much, if she suddenly hears that something happened to her, Yang Aihua will still worry and feel sad.
She saw how much Lin Wanqing cherished and loved Zhang Zhijie before, so how heartbroken Lin Wanqing must be at that time!
Without the fear she had just felt, Yang Aihua now only felt proud.
She wanted to see Lin Wanqing suffer, even more so if she went crazy, or if she was shrouded in the shadow of losing her son for the rest of her life.
She was extremely looking forward to the moment when Lin Wanqing would find out that her son was missing.
She will definitely watch it from the side.
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