When lives are at stake, no one can stand idly by.
Xiao Jing's neckline was wide open, and the man, who had initially been trying to avoid suspicion, no longer cared and stepped forward, saying, "Let me do it."
"Okay, okay, you come, you come."
Fang Qiao hurriedly handed Xiao Jing to him.
The man imitated Fang Qiao, hugging Xiao Jing's waist from behind and thrusting his fists together against her stomach.
"is that so?"
“Yes, that’s right, that’s exactly it!” Fang Qiao nodded.
The man had rested for a few minutes after getting ashore and had regained much of his strength.
He was strong, and his impact was more powerful than Fang Qiao's.
After violently thrusting upwards for about ten times, Xiao Jing suddenly trembled all over, then her body arched up, and several streams of river water gushed out of her mouth.
After vomiting the river water, she started coughing violently again.
Upon seeing this, the man quickly put her down, but when he looked down, he saw a large expanse of snow-white skin below her collar. He hurriedly turned his gaze away, picked up his cotton-padded coat from the ground, and draped it over her.
Xiao Jing was too weak. After being put down, she lay face down on the ground. She coughed for a long time before finally opening her eyes slowly.
When Fang Qiao saw Xiao Jing open her eyes, she burst into tears of joy.
"Xiaojing, Xiaojing, you're awake." Fang Qiao put her arm around her shoulder and hugged her tightly. "That's good, that's good. Xiaojing, it's so good that you're alright."
"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law?"
Having just woken up from her coma, Xiao Jing's eyes were still somewhat dazed.
She looked bewildered and remained stunned for a long time before she came to her senses.
Oh, she jumped into the river, but was rescued...
Xiao Jing's tears instantly burst forth like a flood. Only after surviving the ordeal did she begin to feel lingering fear.
In the final second before death, people often unleash an extremely strong will to survive.
Xiao Jing is the same.
She truly felt she couldn't go on living when she jumped into the river.
But when she actually jumped in, and the surging river water submerged her head and filled her lungs, making it impossible for her to breathe, she inevitably began to regret it.
Thankfully, she was rescued.
But what should we do next?
She didn't want to die, but how could she live?
If the secret is ever exposed, can she really bear the strange looks from others?
Thinking of this, Xiaojing couldn't help but feel a surge of sorrow and started to cry.
Fang Qiao squatted down next to her and gently patted her back to comfort her: "It's okay, it's okay."
At this moment, people from nearby villages rushed over upon hearing the news, and the news that 'Xiao Jing jumped into the river' spread like wildfire throughout the entire village.
It suddenly turned this quiet evening into a noisy one.
"Did he jump into the river?"
"Was this just pulled out of the water?"
"She must have just been pulled out of the water; she's still covered with that man's clothes!"
"Who is that? They look unfamiliar."
"He's from the next village, right? He looks like the grandson of that landlord Zhou?"
The crowd buzzed with discussion, and some of the bolder ones stepped forward to ask Fang Qiao questions.
"Bai Dong's wife, what's wrong with Xiao Jing? What could be bothering her at such a young age?"
"That's right, what difficulties could someone so young possibly encounter?"
When no one was around, Xiao Jing could keep her composure, but as soon as someone came, she tensed up instantly, like a frightened little rabbit, and shrank tightly into Fang Qiao's arms.
"Don't talk nonsense. Xiaojing is fine. She just slipped and fell into the ditch."
Fang Qiao knew that rumors were inevitable, but she still tried her best to explain a few words to prevent some people from spreading the rumors and making them sound too unpleasant.
She hugged Xiaojing tightly, gently patted her back, and softly comforted her, "It's alright, don't be afraid. Your sister-in-law is here, your sister-in-law is here."
At this time, some people from the educated youth settlement also arrived.
Wang Yun squeezed through the crowd and, seeing the situation, didn't say much. She picked up the cotton coat that Fang Qiao had thrown on the ground and put it on her: "Xiao Qiao, your clothes are all wet. It's so cold, don't catch a cold. Let's go home first and change out of our wet clothes."
"Okay." Fang Qiao nodded.
Her gaze fell on the men's cotton-padded coat that Xiao Jing was wearing, and she turned her head to return the coat to him.
The man waved his hand: "It's too cold, let her wear it for now, she can return it to me another day."
Fang Qiao thanked him, and before leaving, she asked him one more question, only to find out that the man who saved her was named Zhou Xueyi, and was from the neighboring Xiaozhongzhuang.
Fang Qiao remembered his name and thought that she and her third aunt would go to his house with generous gifts to express their gratitude the next day.
A life-saving favor should be treated with greater courtesy than usual.
Coincidentally, Fang Qiao was thinking about her third aunt when she actually met her on her way home, having followed the sound of her voice.
Auntie San cried until her face was covered in tears.
Because the messenger was unreliable, the original message "Xiao Jing jumped into the river" became "Xiao Jing jumped into the river and died" by the time it reached Auntie San's ears.
The moment she received the devastating news, Auntie San felt dizzy and weak, unable to stand. She was only able to walk towards the back of the village with Xiaoqiang's help.
She had thought her daughter was dead, but after meeting Fang Qiao on the road and discovering that her daughter Xiao Jing was still alive, her joy was beyond words.
She almost knelt down before Fang Qiao, but Fang Qiao quickly stopped her.
The main problem is that both she and Xiaojing are wearing wet clothes. The most urgent thing now is to go home, take a shower, and change into dry clothes, otherwise they will definitely get sick tomorrow.
Upon hearing Fang Qiao's words, Third Aunt disregarded her sadness, quickly wiped away her tears, and ran home to boil water.
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