Mao Xia was stunned, her expression clearly shocked. Time had turned Mao Xia into a repulsive person. The word "father" had long since disappeared from her dictionary, and she couldn't even remember anything from the past.
She never wanted to know where she grew up.
She never imagined how happy she had been in her childhood.
She never imagined that before Chu Yu appeared, she was a favored daughter of heaven.
Back then, she was innocent and happy, feeling that the whole world revolved around her and that her future was bright. She, Mao Xia, would get into a good university, find a boyfriend from a good family, and make something of herself to prove herself to her father and give her mother a good life.
Mao Xia once had those dreams too, but time changed her. After going through these long ten years, Mao Xia recalled those damp memories and felt that those memories were like a knife that cut people, often leaving them covered in wounds.
She didn't know if she had made the right or wrong decision along the way. If she hadn't approved of Zhou Fangchun establishing the mutual aid association, she and Zhou Fangchun could have worked hard to make a living by running a small business. She and her mother could have lived a good life together.
But now, looking at her smudged eyeshadow in the mirror, Mao Xia felt that reality was shattered. She could no longer see any trace of her past self, and that she had become like this because of many people.
Chu Yu, Mao Guangyu, Zhou Fangchun, Zhou Jian'an—these people all pushed her onto this path.
Seeing that Mao Xia remained silent, Zhou Jian'an curled his lips into a mocking smile:
"Didn't expect that, did you? Mao Guangyu is out of jail. He's been looking for that child for years. It's said that you lost her and sold her to traffickers? But that's not important anymore. You have Zhou family blood in your veins, so it's not surprising that you'd do anything. But Mao Xia, you need to know that your father only has that one son. At his age, and having been to jail, he can't have another child. That child is his life. He wants to find the trafficked child and carry on the family line. I heard that the family the child's mother found for her is also looking for her. That child is really lucky; everyone likes her… Mao Xia, if your father finds you, do you think he'll let you go?"
Mao Xia frowned and shook Zhou Jian'an's body frantically.
"Are you looking for death? Do you think I'm still the same Mao Xia you used to be, someone you could manipulate at will?"
"Of course you're not the Mao Xia I can manipulate at will, but when I saw you downstairs, I called your hometown. Your father answered the phone. He's been released from prison and is currently doing business with someone. It's going well, and he's made some money. So I told him that you're in the South China Sea and that I have news about your brother."
Mao Xia stood there stunned; Zhou Jian'an's words were like a bolt from the blue.
Zhou Jian'an called Mao Guangyu and asked if she knew anything about the child.
Therefore, Mao Guangyu will come to find her soon, and he may already be on his way!
Seeing the astonishment on Mao Xia's face, Zhou Jian'an felt a sense of pleasure from the bottom of his heart.
Sometimes people are just like that; when they're rolling in the mud, they hope others will come in with them. Zhou Jian'an is no good; he's been swindled out of all his money. He's getting old, and besides Xiaoyu and love, he has nothing left.
Zhou Jian'an didn't know what else he could do; he just wanted to threaten Mao Xia to save his own life.
After Mao Xia got together with Greyhound, the resolute and numb expression on her face frightened Zhou Jian'an. He was afraid that the two of them would really kill him. There were too many real estate developers jumping off buildings these days. If they threw Zhou Jian'an off the building, they might not be able to find out.
Zhou Jian'an had no other choice but to resort to this desperate measure.
Mao Xia was indeed a little panicked. She often thought of the train station and that child. She often dreamed that the child called her sister. Mao Xia felt sorry for that child, but at that time, she had no other choice. She and Zhou Fangchun needed to fight for their own lives. If it weren't for that child, Mao Xia wouldn't be living such a miserable life.
But Mao Xia couldn't face Mao Guangyu. Mao Xia had been afraid of Mao Guangyu since she was a child. Even though Mao Xia grew up and Mao Guangyu grew old, this fear etched deep in her memory still made Mao Xia tremble whenever she thought about it.
"Greyhound, let's go back to the port city!" Mao Xia said nervously.
Greyhound found her ridiculous. "Go back to Hong Kong? We're here to rob you and make Zhou Jian'an hand over all his money, or we'll kill him today! He's in real estate; how can he build houses if he doesn't have some money on him!"
Zhou Jian'an hurriedly said, "I really have no money. All my money has been swindled away by Huachu Future! You can go outside and ask around. I acquired eight plots of land, and now the real estate market has collapsed. The housing prices have been falling from 7,500 to 2,000. Just think about it, my money won't even be enough to pay off the bank loan! I acquired the land at a high price, and I didn't want this to happen!"
Greyhound, however, did not believe it. Rich people always complain about being poor. Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. Greyhound believed that Zhou Jian'an must still have money, he just didn't want to show it!
Zhou Jian'an was about to cry. He really had no money. Even if Pengcheng had money in his account, he couldn't take it. That was his last bit of funds. If he couldn't get Pengcheng's money out, Zhou Jian'an would never have a chance to turn his life around.
Since he was going to die anyway, Zhou Jian'an might as well bite him to death.
Greyhound didn't believe it, and Mao Xia also advised, "My man has a bad temper, and he really has killed people. You'd better hand over the money right away, or I can't save your life!"
"Mao Xia, your uncle really has no money left! All my money is in the house, and I've spent it all. If Changrun hadn't been trapped, I could have easily returned the 60 million I had to you. But Changrun is trapped, and Tang Xiaoyao has taken all my money. I can't get it back! Even if I wanted to give you the money, I don't have the ability to do so!"
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