The room was dimly lit, and Chu Yu couldn't see Zou Minzhao's expression clearly.
Judging from the way Zou Minzhao spoke, she was in bad shape and had no will to live.
Chu Yu had always had feelings for her and didn't want to give up on her before she was rescued, so he tried to comfort her:
"Don't be so pessimistic. You're still young, not even as old as my mother. You must have someone you care about, right? If something really happens to you, the person you care about certainly won't be happy."
Zou Minzhao seemed to remember something, and tears welled up in her eyes. She sobbed softly.
“I used to have a daughter, but later, due to some things, we never had the chance to see each other again.”
Xiao Wang once said that she had no children.
Chu Yu guessed that something had happened to her daughter, and they were now separated by death. Otherwise, no matter where her daughter went, how could she not see her with the current transportation conditions?
Zou Minzhao's sadness affected Chu Yu, and Chu Yu was unable to let go of her grief even many years after her mother's death.
If a person loses their mother, they have no one to rely on in this world, and no one to support them anymore.
One afternoon, the sun was gloomy and cicadas were chirping noisily overhead. Chu Yu walked into the kitchen and saw a pot of mung bean soup cooking on the stove.
She remembered that when she was a child, Shen Jun would always cook mung bean soup for her. When the mung beans were cooked until they were mushy, she would turn off the heat and put them in a water vat to cool down before serving them to her.
Chu Yu thought her mother had arrived and looked around in surprise.
Just then, my roommate walked in from behind, rambling on about buying mung beans downstairs to make mung bean soup.
Chu Yu was extremely sad. She stared blankly at the mung beans bubbling in the pot, opened her mouth, and called out "Mom" to the air. Then she squatted down on the ground, tears streaming down her face.
At that time, Shen Jun had been dead for three years, but Chu Yu still couldn't let go of the past.
If I love my mother so much, my mother must have even deeper feelings for the child who came from my womb.
"So what kind of person is your daughter?"
Zou Minzhao smiled, a smile that was exceptionally gentle.
“My daughter is very well-behaved and sensible. Back then, we were having a really tough time. She was afraid I would get tired, so she would massage my back every day after get off work, help me with the housework, and help me with the shop. She got excellent grades, and her teachers always praised her. Actually, I didn’t want her to be so sensible. I wanted her to be a little more selfish, more cheerful, and not keep everything bottled up inside.”
"You have such a good daughter, you should live well even for her sake."
“My daughter is also very filial and beautiful. There is no better daughter in the world. Sometimes I think I might as well die. Maybe we can still be mother and daughter after I die.”
"After a person dies, nothing remains. What's that saying again? Forgetting is the true death. As long as you live, she exists in this world. If you die, and there is no one in the world who cares about her, that is her true death."
Zou Minzhao sniffed, her face streaked with tears. "Thank you for comforting me. You're a good girl. You shouldn't have come to see me tonight. If you hadn't come, you wouldn't have been in danger, and I wouldn't feel so guilty."
Chu Yu thought for a moment and then comforted him:
"What's done is done, you don't need to think about it so much. But you, you were subdued by them last night?"
Zou Minzhao nodded. She had a habit of depositing money in the bank once a month.
She would bring the money she received from the store home, and after saving it up for a month, she would deposit it in the bank.
Yesterday was the last day. As is her usual practice, she would sort out the money last night, put it in her black leather bag, and deposit it as soon as the bank opened this morning.
Who would have thought that last night, as soon as she arrived home with the money, a man followed her, held a knife to her neck, and forced her to unlock the door to get in.
Zou Minzhao was terrified and had no choice but to obey the robber. After entering the house, the robber skillfully searched the place where she kept her money and quickly stole the five thousand yuan that Zou Minzhao had deposited.
"They took the money, they should have left, why did they..."
Zou Minzhao was also a little anxious and whispered:
"I don't know who they heard it from, but they insisted that I had a very valuable jade bracelet and several gold bricks at home. They searched all day but couldn't find anything. They thought I was deliberately hiding it and forced me to ask where those things were."
So that's how it is.
Chu Yu had a hunch that the person who harmed Zou Minzhao must know her. How could an ordinary person know where she kept her money? Only those close to her knew about this little habit of hers.
Where do you usually keep your money?
“I have a habit of sewing money into my quilt, and that’s where they found the money.”
"Who else knows about this habit of yours?"
Zou Minzhao frowned. Only her ex-husband, adopted daughter, and brother knew where she kept the money. It wasn't impossible that they had brought the criminals there. Her first suspect was her good-for-nothing brother.
Her brother is a gambler, and she refused to give him the secret recipe for roujiamo (Chinese hamburger). He frequently threatened to beat her to death.
As for her ex-husband and adopted daughter, Zou Minzhao hadn't seen them for a long time, so they probably didn't know her current address. It would be a stretch to say that they were the ones who brought the thugs there.
In any case, Zou Minzhao did not want to implicate Chu Yu.
This young girl, whom she had only met a few times, was young and beautiful. She worried that these people would not only want to rob her of her money, but also her virtue. If it really came to that, she would feel guilty until the day she died.
Zou Minzhao frowned, whispered something, and the scarred man stepped forward, looking down at them, and said in a harsh voice:
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