Song Hui was very annoyed: "When we took Xiaoyu away, he left nothing behind except money and his phone number. It's still a question whether he recognizes us or not after calling him out of the blue! I thought... I should contact him first, get close to him, and then talk about Xiaoyu's matter, but the phone was always busy... But now, he's on TV! All our plans have gone to waste!"
Tian Xiao'e patted her son's swaddling clothes and said, "Boss, I think Mr. Song is a bit too bad! That's a D-grade product! He has been reselling it for so many years and has made so much money, but he didn't even think of leaving some for his own daughter."
"What the hell! What's in your head? You're only thinking about money! Do you know that if this matter is linked to other things, we might be sent to jail too!"
Tian Xiao'e was shocked: "Ah? What does this have to do with us?"
"Even though we live in a small town, we know how strict the country is in investigating drug-related crimes! He's in jail now, and the news only says that he's been trading in drug-related crimes for many years. How many years are these? If it goes back to seven years ago, we might be implicated as well!"
Tian Xiao'e still didn't understand.
"That's five hundred thousand!" Song Hui reminded, "Even now, five hundred thousand is not a small amount! Not to mention seven years ago? There is such a large amount of money flowing into the bank card. If the police check it out, how can we explain it?"
"I—" Tian Xiao'e thought for a moment and gritted her teeth, "What is there to explain? Tell the truth! The Song man gave the child to us himself. We didn't steal it! The police can't just arrest people based on the evidence of money transfer."
Song Hui sneered: "Do you think it's that easy? If he's involved in drugs, every penny of his income will be checked clearly. It's only a matter of time before the police come to our door!"
Tian Xiao'e drooped her eyelashes and remained silent.
She looked down at Song Xiaoye's sleeping face, and somehow she suddenly remembered how Song Xiaoyu looked when she had just brought him home.
"Master...how about..." Tian Xiao'e patted her son's blanket, "Let's send Xiaoyu back home?"
"Are you crazy?"
Tian Xiao'e shook her head slowly: "Song said at the beginning that his wife had an affair and the child was not his, so he asked us to take Xiaoyu, the bastard, away. Now think about it...how much of what he said is true? Maybe he did something bad secretly?"
"We lost our son at that time and were heartbroken. He helped us pay for the medical expenses and gave us 500,000 yuan... When I took Xiaoyu home, I was actually quite happy..."
"After we got home, your mother, your sister, my parents, and my brother... all came to us to ask for money... The five hundred thousand yuan was getting less and less... Hua'er got sick again. I watched Hua'er suffer more and more, while Xiaoyu was still alive and well. I always felt that she was the one who brought the disease to Hua'er, and it was getting worse and worse for her..."
"But Xiaoyu has been really filial to us over the years. Who in the village doesn't say good things about her? Think about it carefully, none of the 500,000 yuan that Song had spent was used on Xiaoyu...Does her mother know about this? If she knew, what would she do to us?"
Song Hui had never thought about this before, and for a moment, he was confused by Tian Xiao'e's idea.
"If her biological mother is cruel enough to not want this child, we can take Xiaoyu back. If her biological mother is kept in the dark and knows that her own daughter has lived in our family for seven years, who knows what will happen..." (End of this chapter)
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