Chapter 333 Let Us Go
This time, they will not give anyone a chance to turn the tide.
As soon as the jeep stopped in front of the Fu family's house, before it was even turned off, the gate was suddenly slammed open with a loud bang.
The wooden door slammed heavily against the wall, making a loud noise that startled a night bird in the corner of the yard.
Song Yazhi and Lin Shuxian rushed out without even changing their shoes, still wearing their slippers.
Their faces were as pale as paper, their eyes were full of anxiety and worry, and they staggered forward with all their might.
The cold wind tousled their hair, but it couldn't dispel the heavy fear in their hearts.
"Wanyin! How are you? Does anything hurt?"
Song Yazhi grabbed her daughter-in-law's arm, looking her up and down, her voice trembling, "You said you were going to pretend to faint, but don't let anything really happen! Let me see... is anything wrong? Should we go to the hospital?"
As she spoke, her eyes reddened, and her hands trembled involuntarily, as if afraid that her daughter-in-law and unborn child would suffer the slightest grievance.
Lin Shuxian quickly grasped Qiao Wanyin's other hand, her knuckles turning white from the pressure, her eyes red and brimming with tears: "Wanyin, thank you so much this time... If it weren't for you, we really don't know how we would have made it through... These past few days, with Li An's uncle locked up, I haven't dared to sleep or eat... You gave us hope..."
She choked up, unable to speak coherently, and tears streamed down her face.
Qiao Wanyin forced a smile, though she did look tired. She shook her head and said, “Mom, Aunt, I’m fine, just a little tired. The baby is stable. I was just acting. I didn’t really fall.”
She gently stroked her belly, her voice softening, "Don't worry."
Fu Li'an stood to one side, his expression solemn, his voice low but undeniable: "Aunt, I've got everything, and I've made backups of all the evidence. I'm heading to the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection right now to submit the materials tonight and apply for an emergency review of the case. I've already contacted the duty officer at the Commission, and they will handle it immediately. Don't worry, I will definitely bring Uncle back safely before dawn."
Lin Shuxian's lips trembled, her hands gripping the hem of her clothes tightly, tears streaming down her face. Her voice, though choked with sobs, rang out clearly: "Li An, you...you must come back safe and sound...our whole family is waiting for you, please, be careful...don't let them...don't let them hurt you..."
"I know."
Fu Li'an nodded gently, his gaze calm and firm.
He slowly turned his head to look at Qiao Wanyin, his eyes softening unconsciously, as if a thousand words were hidden in his eyes, but in the end, they turned into a whisper: "Qingqing, you should rest well at home. I will come back to find you after I have finished dealing with things."
Qiao Wanyin looked at him, her lips moved slightly, and finally she said softly, "You should also be careful, don't push yourself, and be sure to contact your family immediately if anything happens."
Fu Li'an didn't say much, just nodded slightly, then turned and walked away.
His back was straight and neat, his steps firm, each step steady and powerful, like a sharp blade suddenly drawn from its sheath, cutting off all hesitation and worries.
In the living room, the air seemed to freeze instantly; it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The heavy atmosphere was suffocating; everyone's heart was hanging in suspense, trembling slightly with each step Fu Lian took as he left.
Mr. Fu sat alone on the old sofa, his hands clenched into fists and placed on his knees.
His brows were furrowed into an unsolvable knot, and his face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm.
His eyes kept glancing towards the door, and his ears seemed to be perked up, as if afraid of missing any sound coming from outside.
Fu Maihe sat close to Qiao Wanyin, her small, cold hands gripping her sister-in-law's tightly. She lowered her voice, which trembled with unease: "Sister-in-law, can my brother... really rescue Uncle? Zheng Mingyuan is so cunning, will he let us go?"
Qiao Wanyin felt the coldness in her palm and immediately turned her hand back to gently grasp it, her palm conveying warmth and strength.
She turned her head, looking at Fu Maihe with unwavering eyes. Her voice, though not loud, carried an undeniable conviction: "Yes. We have evidence, irrefutable proof. Zheng Mingyuan has no way to escape this time. The law will give us justice."
Lin Shuxian sat to the side, covering her face with her hands, her shoulders trembling slightly, tears streaming down her face.
She sobbed, her words incoherent: "Wanyin... if it weren't for you... if you hadn't stood up for us, our family... I really don't know how we would have survived... this family would probably have fallen apart long ago..."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Wanyin immediately reached out and grasped her hand. Her fingertips were slightly cool, but her tone was as firm as a warm current: "Aunt, don't say that. We are family, blood is thicker than water. If something happens, who else can we rely on if not each other? I will always be here, and everyone will be here too."
Song Yazhi stood quietly to the side, her originally indifferent expression now completely frozen.
She stared blankly at Qiao Wanyin, her heart suddenly clenching as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand.
She suddenly remembered those days in the past—how she looked down on this daughter-in-law, disliking her for being from the countryside, for her unfashionable clothes, and for her crude speech and behavior, always feeling that she was not good enough for her excellent son.
She also recalled that she had privately approached Fang Wanyu, implying that she and Fu Li'an were a better match, and even secretly tried to set them up and break up their marriage.
But now, the one who truly steps forward to turn the tide and do everything in her power to save this family is that "country girl" she once despised.
A complex mix of emotions welled up in Song Yazhi's eyes—guilt, heartache, and an indescribable bitterness and self-reproach.
She always felt that Qiao Wanyin was not dignified enough, not noble enough, did not know the rules, and was not presentable enough.
But today she truly understands: true value is never about one's birth or outward appearance, but about the responsibility and commitment hidden in one's heart.
She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, and slowly walked to Qiao Wanyin's side.
She raised her hand, hesitantly but firmly placing it gently on her daughter-in-law's thin but upright shoulder, her voice trembling slightly: "Wanyin, Mom... I'm sorry for what I did to you before. I was wrong, I was blind."
Qiao Wanyin was startled and suddenly looked up at her mother-in-law.
She saw that Song Yazhi's eyes were red, and there were still traces of tears on her cheeks. Her face was full of regret and remorse.
At that moment, Qiao Wanyin felt a pang of sadness, as if the grievances, loneliness, and bitterness of not being recognized that had been suppressed in her heart for so long had finally found a way out.
The tension she had been holding in finally eased slightly.
"Mom, don't say that."
She spoke softly, her voice as gentle as a breeze, as if afraid of disturbing a long dream, or afraid that everything would return to the way it was when she woke up.
Song Yazhi shook her head vigorously, her throat feeling as if it were blocked by cotton, and her voice was choked with sobs.
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