Port City Wharf.
Song Yaoyao was still cursing as she was being led to the dock.
They called Ling Huanwu a vixen who destroyed her family.
He even scolded her for preventing him from becoming the wife of the richest man in the world.
Zhou Shuyao, standing behind him and facing the passengers boarding the ship at the dock, felt ashamed and didn't even dare to raise his head.
Until the ship starts moving and leaves the dock.
Song Yaoyao slid off the ship's railing and sat down on the ground, crying in despair.
She couldn't understand why she had lived her life like this in this lifetime.
In her previous life, she encountered a domestic abuser, and she was most afraid of domestic abusers. So why did she marry a man who had never committed domestic violence in her previous life, yet still end up being subjected to domestic violence herself?
Being deported this time means they will never be able to come to Hong Kong again.
Then their dream of becoming the richest people will be completely shattered.
Looking at Zhou Jiuzhen and Ling Huanwu, who were leaning against each other in the cabin, feeding each other, Song Yaoyao gritted her teeth.
After two days and two nights, they returned to the island.
As soon as Zhou Shuyao landed, he knelt on the Binhai Cemetery and cried his heart out.
He made Xiaobao kneel in front of the tombstone and kowtow to his grandmother.
But Xiao Bao had no idea that his grandmother was already dead. He just kept calling out "Grandma, Grandma!" The others couldn't help but shed tears at the sight.
Looking at the endless sea before her, Song Yaoyao was exhausted. The thought of having to live here again made her feel that there was no hope left in her life.
As Ling numbly walked towards the family compound with her child in her arms, her parents received the news and rushed over.
Upon seeing the two, Song Yaoyao instinctively wanted to hand the child to them. Before they could speak, she began to instruct, "Dad, Mom, we're so tired from the boat trip. Could you help me look after the child? And when we get back, could you heat up some hot water for me to bathe? Oh, and I'm hungry too. Could you cook me a bowl of oyster noodles?"
"Smack!"
A loud slap interrupted her unfinished words.
Song Yaoyao covered her burning cheek, staring wide-eyed at her father, Ling, whose chest was heaving violently, her eyes filled with disbelief.
"You...hit me?"
"Smack!"
Another slap.
This time it was Ling's mother's turn.
She raised her hand and slapped her.
"You hit me too?"
"Slap! Slap!"
Two more slaps.
"Aaaaah! You're all insane! My mother saved you, and you actually..."
"Clap clap clap..."
Ling's parents slapped her several more times.
The blows were so severe that Song Yaoyao's vision blurred, she lost all sense of direction, and the pain in her cheeks rendered her unable to utter a single word.
"Song Yaoyao, we've treated you so well, yet you've fooled us like we're idiots, repeatedly framing our own daughter. Now you've swindled all our money and kicked us aside. Are you even human?!"
"You're such an ingrate! You called us ingrates and tricked us into poisoning you so you wouldn't support us in our old age. You're utterly heartless!"
Ling's parents talked back and forth, wishing they could torture her with words to make up for the years they had neglected their daughter.
Song Yaoyao looked up at the group of people watching the commotion at the cemetery, and finally fixed her gaze on Ling's parents, her eyes filled with indifference and mockery.
Now that they know her character and have no further use for her, she decides not to continue pretending.
"I lied to you? What did I lie to you about?"
"You guys are the ones who are out of your minds. You didn't care that your own daughter was in prison and on the verge of death. Instead, you made your own daughter give in to me in everything and treat me better than your own daughter. Only now do you realize this and regret it. Isn't it just that you are vain and want people to praise you as great people?"
"Don't blame everything on me..."
Song Yaoyao's outburst left Ling's parents speechless, unable to utter a single rebuttal after stammering "you, you, you" for a long time.
Seeing that her parents couldn't beat Song Yaoyao, Ling Huanwu turned to look at her with teary eyes and quickly pulled Zhou Jiuzhen away.
At the entrance of the cooperative.
Ling Huanwu could hear the clattering of the sewing machine from a great distance.
The two of them pushed open the door and went in, expecting to see the smiling faces of the aunties chatting and working as usual. However, as soon as they entered, they heard the aunties sighing.
"What should we do? I thought that once the cooperative was set up, we wouldn't have to move anymore. Why did the village chief come and tell us that we still have to move?"
"That's right, my parents' graves are here. If we move them, what will happen to those graves?"
“We don’t want to move. Let’s wait for President Ling to come back and then we’ll go talk to the village chief…”
The women chatted amongst themselves, their hands busy with their work, and their worried expressions never faded.
Ling Huanwu went in, looking surprised. "Didn't we agree with Commander Zhao that as long as we can rebuild our homes on the island, we won't need to move?"
When the aunties saw that their pillar of support had returned, they all excitedly surrounded him.
Lin Xiaoqin was so excited that she pushed Zhou Jiuzhen away and rushed into Ling Huanwu's arms, sobbing as she expressed her longing.
For once again, the cooperative was filled with laughter and joy.
Ling Huanwu listened to everyone's chatter and then learned that the person from above said that even if a cooperative was established on the island, it would only solve the jobs of a small number of people, and most people would still have no source of income.
There are no conditions for survival here anymore; relying on the sea is unreliable, and relying on the land means that food cannot be grown.
The leaders declared that the conditions here were even worse than in the Northwest, and ordered them to move out within two months.
In the evening, everyone went home for dinner.
With Zhao Jingxiang arrested, the cooperative no longer worried about the blueprints being stolen, so Ling Huanwu decided to move back to her family compound.
She locked the door to the cooperative and turned around to see Zhou Jiuzhen standing silently behind her, seemingly lost in thought.
When this guy returned from his unit, he looked like a strange person with pickled beans and steamed buns.
"What's wrong with you? Did Political Commissar Hao say something at the military base just now? We assisted the police in completing their mission in the port city this time, did something happen?"
Ling Huanwu rubbed his sullen face, truly finding a man's heart unfathomable.
Eighteen-year-old Zhou Zhou is still innocent and simple-minded; she would never keep things to herself.
Zhou Jiuzhen snapped out of his daze, reached out and hugged her, his lips brushing against her bangs. "It's nothing. I just saw you were busy and ignoring me, so I thought you'd forgotten about me."
"Come on, I'll carry you back."
One by one, the lights in the family compound came on, filling the air with the aroma of food and the noise of children.
Zhou Jiuzhen squatted down to let Ling Huanwu sit down, and took her hand to walk into the yard.
Ling Huanwu then noticed that the courtyard where they used to live had been completely renovated, and a fence had been erected around it.
As soon as the door closed, Zhou Jiuzhen hugged her from behind, resting his chin on the top of her head: "Huanwu, look at this yard, is it big enough for our children to run around in?"
Ling Huanwu's hand suddenly stiffened, her fingertips turning cold.
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