Chapter 120 His death has nothing to do with me!
She wiped the sweat from her brow, warmly greeted the guests, and handed them steamed buns.
"Dad, you should go and rest for a while. I'll take care of things here," she called out to a dark-skinned, muscular middle-aged man.
"No way, there are still several steamers of buns being steamed here. If you're too busy and forget the time, the buns won't taste good."
"It's already this late, there aren't enough customers. When it's lunchtime, no one will buy steamed buns."
"Once these baskets are done, we'll be done steaming them."
They saw three people standing in front of them, and Cai's father greeted them warmly, "Want to eat—"
When they saw Aunt Zhang's face clearly, both father and daughter looked rather grim, especially Cai Huanhuan, who hid behind her father.
"It's you again! I've already told you, I don't know, I don't know! My daughter said she hasn't seen your son at all those days! You can come a hundred times, it won't make a difference!"
Yu Xiaolu smiled warmly at Mr. Cai and said, "Uncle Cai, could you give us ten minutes to talk to your daughter? Don't worry, we won't leave your sight and we will absolutely not do anything drastic to your daughter. We just want to ask a few questions."
Mr. Cai was still worried. Seeing his usually cheerful daughter trembling on the side, he refused, "No, my daughter doesn't want to talk about this."
“Even if you don’t tell, the police will still talk to you. Your daughter won’t be at ease until Zhang Yue’s case is resolved. They will come to you many times. It’s better to tell the truth.”
"Hmph, that little brat Zhang Yue has harassed my daughter time and time again. If I had known sooner, I would have broken his legs!"
"So, does Zhang Yue's death have anything to do with you?"
Cai's father was furious. "What nonsense are you spouting? Even if he really is dead, what does it have to do with us? Someone will kill that kind of person sooner or later."
Hearing this, Aunt Zhang was filled with grief and indignation. "How could you say such a thing? You're a parent yourself!"
"Heh, what did my daughter do to deserve this? Don't you know what kind of person your son is?"
Seeing that the two were about to start arguing at the store entrance, Yu Xiaoluo said, "Uncle Cai, Aunt Zhang, why don't we go inside and talk things out? Arguing like this won't solve anything, and it doesn't look good either."
They glanced at the people looking in their direction from outside, then said nothing more.
"Come in, all of you."
There were three other customers in the shop. Seeing this, they wisely finished their meal quickly and left.
Mr. Cai closed the shop door, and now everything is quiet. Except for a few steamers of buns still being steamed, the steam is escaping, and although the electric fan is whirring, the shop is still a bit stuffy.
Yu Xiaoluo looked at Cai Huanhuan and said gently, "Tell me everything Zhang Yue did to you before, and the last time you saw him. Don't worry, as long as you didn't kill anyone, you won't be held legally responsible. I also know that you didn't kill him."
When Cai Huanhuan heard the last sentence, tears welled up in her eyes. She bit her lip, as if she had mustered a lot of courage to say it.
“Zhang Yue was my classmate, and he sat in the row behind me. Because I always smelled of steamed buns, he would always make fun of me and tease me. He would often throw away my notebooks, pour out the water in my cup, and shout in the classroom that I was the 'Steamed Bun and Scallion Princess,' always saying that I smelled too bad. During that time, I didn't come to my dad's shop, even though I didn't smell at all, they still made fun of me.”
Yu Xiaoluo glanced at Aunt Zhang, who looked indifferent. She guessed that her son had done this kind of thing quite often, and the teacher had complained to her about it.
"Later, I asked the teacher to change my seat, and things were much better than before. They were far away from me and didn't have time to come and make fun of me. But one day, as I was leaving the school gate, Zhang Yue blocked my way and said that my family ran a steamed bun shop and that I could take any money from the shop, and that I should give him fifty yuan every day."
Upon hearing this, Cai's father slammed his fist on the table, veins bulging. "This is outrageous! Huanhuan, why didn't you tell me about these things? I'll beat that bastard to death!"
Aunt Zhang gritted her teeth and looked at Cai's father, "So, you killed my son, didn't you?"
"Hmph, even though I didn't kill him, he deserved it!"
"Alright, stop arguing and keep listening to Huanhuan."
Cai Huanhuan wiped away her tears and continued, "I didn't dare take the money from the store, so I took it from my New Year's money. But soon, my New Year's money was gone too. I decided not to give him any more money. I decided to stand up for myself and refuse his request."
"As a result, he dragged me to an abandoned garden in a small alley and beat me up. It hurt so much when he beat me." She rolled up her sleeves, where there were still several bruises that hadn't faded.
"He got more and more excited as he hit me. He picked up a stick and said that if I didn't give him money again, he would beat me to death. I cried and didn't respond, which made him even angrier. He picked up the stick and started hitting me. I dodged, but he lost his balance and fell to the ground. I took the opportunity to run away in a panic."
"The next day, I asked for leave on the grounds that I wasn't feeling well. Later, when school was on summer vacation, I went back to get my books and came back. I didn't run into any classmates, and I didn't see Zhang Yue again. Until his mother came to find me—I realized that something might have happened to Zhang Yue, so I secretly went over there to take a look, but he wasn't there."
"But even if he really dies, it has nothing to do with me!"
Yu Liang clicked his tongue. "Aunt Zhang, did you understand? What kind of trash are you raising? Look, the retribution has come back to haunt him."
Cai's father spat, "Serves you right!"
Aunt Zhang was pale and didn't say anything. She knew her son hadn't been well-educated, but she probably hadn't expected him to be this bad.
She murmured to herself, "This can't be true, this can't be true. He was very kind when he was little—he would even save a bite of the good stuff for me."
Yu Xiaoluo looked at her coldly, "It is precisely because of your unrestrained indulgence, thinking that this is the greatest kindness he can show, that a child who was originally not a bad person has turned into an evil person."
She then turned to Cai Huanhuan and asked, "Cai Huanhuan, can you take us to the place where you two had your argument?"
Cai Huanhuan nodded, and Cai's father said, "I'll go too."
He put out the fire in the stove, and then everyone followed Cai Huanhuan.
The alley wasn't far from here. After walking for about ten minutes, Cai Huanhuan led everyone into an old alley. The walls of this alley had large "demolish" signs written on them. Most of the residents had vacated the alley, and it was very quiet inside, with almost no one living there except for some elderly people living alone.
The houses in this alley are dilapidated, with crumbling walls and some old houses are half collapsed, so they don't need to be repaired anyway.
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