Chapter 142 See if you let Mom live
Zheng Meiyu was shocked again.
She looked at her aunt Zheng Weihong several times in confusion, always feeling that there seemed to be some unusual meaning in it.
"Aunt, why are you trying so hard to help me? Yang Xiaoli is your own daughter. Do you really want to treat her like this?"
This matter was so abnormal that even Zheng Meiyu felt something was wrong. How could a mother push her daughter into the fire like this?
Zheng Weihong looked at Meiyu and said indifferently:
"You are my aunt's niece, just like my daughter. You have been raised by me since you were little. It's okay to let Yang Xiaoli take your place. She has that status, and this is our family affair, so it doesn't matter."
Although Zheng Meiyu still felt that she couldn't understand Zheng Weihong's behavior.
But she was the beneficiary of this matter, so she didn't ask any more questions.
After the two walked for a while, Zheng Meiyu suddenly stopped again. She said with some annoyance:
"Aunt, Yang Xiaoli may not be able to take my place in this matter. Didn't I tell you that when I went out to the door, I was the one who took the blame and was seen by Grandma Wang?"
Zheng Weihong raised her eyebrows and asked Zheng Meiyu:
"Do you know how old Grandma Wang is?"
"It's a lot, right?" Zheng Meiyu said uncertainly.
Zheng Weihong smiled and nodded: "She is 50 years old, and her eyes are blurry. How can she say that the person riding the bicycle is you? Does she have any evidence?"
Hearing this, Zheng Meiyu felt as if she had taken a reassurance pill and was completely relieved.
The two of them walked all the way, and soon they arrived at the police station, found the policeman on duty, and recounted the whole story.
On the way, they had already agreed on their statements.
Then Zheng Weihong took the police to Yang Xiaoli's home. Zheng Weihong said that she wanted to bring Yang Xiaoli to surrender, but Yang Xiaoli was unwilling to come.
After taking the police home, Zheng Weihong said to the police pitifully:
"Comrade police officer, we have confessed and we should be treated leniently. We shouldn't have made such a mistake. But the child is still young. Can you let me go in first and talk to him properly?"
The police naturally agreed because of his sincere words.
So Zheng Weihong pushed the door open and went in. It took quite some time to go back and forth. Yang Xiaoli had already washed the clothes and hung them up.
Seeing Zheng Weihong coming back, Yang Xiaoli looked at Zheng Weihong affectionately and tenderly as usual, as if what happened in the afternoon had not happened.
"Mom, you're back. Have you eaten yet? I've prepared the meal and it's simmering in the pot with a flint!"
Yang Xiaoli was sitting in the yard holding a shoe sole and sewing with needle and thread. She learned to make cloth shoes when she was very young. Hers were ugly when she was young, but in the past two years, she has made them quite well.
Ever since she learned how to make shoes, Yang Xiaoli has been making shoes for herself.
One day, Zheng Weihong said she wanted to buy her some leather shoes. She didn't want to spend the meager pension she received from Zheng Weihong, so she started making shoes again.
While making shoes, I was waiting for Zheng Weihong to come home for dinner.
While talking to Zheng Weihong, she put the soles of her shoes into the sewing basket beside her and prepared to go to the kitchen.
Zheng Weihong didn't respond to Yang Xiaoli. She quickly walked up to Yang Xiaoli, stopped her, and then hugged her.
This hug suddenly made Yang Xiaoli's eyes wet. She thought that Zheng Weihong realized that her behavior had hurt her, so she was comforting her.
However, what Yang Xiaoli did not expect was that Zheng Weihong then whispered something heartbreaking in her ear:
"I just went to the police station to report you. The police are at the door. If you don't take the blame for your cousin, then your mother is making a false report.
If you don't take responsibility, then your cousin and I will go to jail together and go to hell together.
Mom has put her life in your hands. It's up to you whether you want me to live or not. "
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