Shen Zhihuan watched coldly, allowing Gou Juhua and her three generations of grandparents and grandchildren to perform, without a trace of extra emotion in his eyes.
The victim, Zhao Xiaochun, was watching with red eyes.
It seems that he still feels a little bit reluctant.
Seeing her mother crying sadly, Shen Xiaoqing stood up and looked at Shen Zhihuan angrily.
"Shen Zhihuan, my mother is still pregnant. If anything happens to the baby in her belly, can you bear the responsibility?"
"I'm responsible?" Shen Zhihuan chuckled. "Is your brain really abnormal if I say you're mentally ill? Did I plant the seed in her belly? I'm responsible?"
"If you say so, if she gives birth to a baby without an asshole, you will have to blame me for doing too many immoral things?!"
“Puff!”
Shen Zhihuan's words made Lin Tianxia laugh.
The young people outside the courtyard couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Shen Xiaoqing blushed, "You..."
Qin Lijuan, who was sobbing with her head down, swayed and looked like she was about to faint.
Shen Xiaoqing quickly squatted down and supported the person.
"What? You can't continue the show and are going to pretend to faint?" Shen Zhihuan teased.
It is clearly a black bear monster with a strong back and broad arms, but it insists on using the Little White Lotus moves which makes it delicate and soft and easy to be knocked down.
She really doesn't mind the ugliness! "Shen Zhihuan, don't go too far." Shen Xiaoqing roared.
"Since you said it was excessive, I would be unworthy of your evaluation if I don't do something excessive." Shen Zhihuan glanced at the sky outside.
At this time.
"Zhihuan, is Shen Zhihuan here?" A familiar male voice came from the gate of Qin's courtyard.
"Uncle, I'm in here, please come in." Shen Zhihuan responded loudly.
After a while, a postman in green work clothes came in pushing a 28-inch bicycle.
After setting up the bike, the postman deftly took out a large stack of documents from the canvas pocket on the back seat of the 28-inch truck and handed them to Shen Zhihuan.
"These are the remittance slips that Beijing has sent to Zhao Fugui in the past three years. Some are a hundred, some are thirty, and there are some almost every month."
Shen Zhihuan flipped through it roughly, looked up and smiled at the postman, "Uncle, thank you!"
"What's there to thank me for? It's just a small favor." The postman waved his hand.
"Oh! By the way! Here is your letter and remittance slip." The postman said as he took out magazines, letters and remittance slips from his canvas bag.
Shen Zhihuan signed his name, took the letter and remittance slip, and gave the magazine to the postman as usual.
After putting the receipt and magazine into the canvas bag, the postman smiled and took out a large bag of fried dough twists from the canvas bag next to him and stuffed it into Shen Zhihuan's hand.
"Knowing that there was your remittance slip, my daughter got up early in the morning to make fried dough twists and told me to hand it to you personally."
"Uncle, this is the last time. Please don't spend money anymore in the future." Shen Zhihuan said helplessly.
These days, oil and flour are extremely precious commodities. How could she have the nerve to ask for these things again and again?
"Although my family is not well off, I still have some money to treat you to some fried dough sticks. Don't be polite to me. You are busy and I still have some letters to deliver. Remember to come to my house when you are free. Your little sister has been thinking about you." The postman kicked away the car's tripod.
"Yeah! Okay! After I finish these trivial things, I will definitely go." The two of them made eye contact briefly, and Shen Zhihuan nodded.
After watching the postman leave the hospital, Shen Zhihuan turned around and handed the remittance slip in his hand to Qin Haisheng who was standing at the door.
Qin Haisheng took the remittance slips and looked through them one by one. The familiar handwriting made his anger grow more intense.
Cao Hexiang, who was standing next to him, also had a look of anger on her face.
She didn't expect that her sister-in-law, whom she loved like her own sister, was actually an ungrateful person.
Qin Lijuan's face turned pale the moment the postman took out the remittance slip.
"Zhihuan, let me see your remittance slip." Lin Tianxia came to Shen Zhihuan, gently tugged at her sleeve, and whispered.
Shen Zhihuan rolled his eyes at her unhappily, took out the remittance slip from his pocket and slapped it into her hand.
The moment she saw the amount clearly, Lin Tianxia's eyes widened in horror, her face showing an overly frightened reaction.
"One hundred and twenty-five... Zhihuan, you don't want to be my sister-in-law, so how about I be your goddaughter? Anyway, you are not planning to get married, so let me, your goddaughter, take care of you in your old age and see you to the end of your life. What do you think?" Lin Tianxia's eyes were full of stars.
Shen Zhihuan snatched the remittance slip, raised his hand and gave Lin Tianxia a slap on the face, and laughed: "You are older than me, how can you take care of me in my old age? I'd rather rely on my younger brother than on you."
Qin Bin and Shen Jianguo both frowned.
Not planning to get married?!
Why don't you plan to get married?
The dark eyes of Mr. Shen, who had not reacted for thousands of years, suddenly showed a glimmer of light.
"I'm just one year older than you! I think I can do it." Lin Tianxia covered her forehead and said with a grin.
"I don't think you can. I don't want to be old and have to drag my sick body to serve tea and water, and take care of excrement and urine for my goddaughter who is one year older than me." Shen Zhihuan put the remittance slip into his pocket.
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“…”
This image feels...
Too strong.
Lin Tianxia couldn't help but get goose bumps all over her body.
She shook off the goose bumps on her body and quickly changed the subject, "When will it be over? I'm hungry."
"Once the police come and catch the bad guys, we'll be done." Shen Zhihuan stuffed the fried dough twist in his hand to Lin Tianxia and threw out a "bomb" calmly.
The police... catch the bad guys...
The Zhao family's faces changed.
Gou Juhua's son's legs went weak and he was extremely panicked.
He hasn't even married yet. If he goes to jail, who would be willing to marry him?
"Damn you, how can you be so vicious at such a young age?" Gou Juhua's eyes were wide open with anger.
Shen Zhihuan didn't say anything and turned to look towards the gate of the courtyard.
After just a few minutes, a group of uniformed police officers walked in.
"Who called the police?"
Shen Zhihuan quickly raised his hand, "Comrade, was it me who called the police?"
Without waiting for the police to ask questions, Shen Zhihuan briefly stated the reason for calling the police and presented the police with evidence of the baby-swapping incident and the remittance slips.
A very perfect chain of evidence.
The leading policeman looked at Shen Zhihuan deeply and said with a smile: "Little girl, not bad! If there were more enthusiastic people like you in this world, our police would have to take fewer detours."
"Upholding justice is everyone's responsibility!" Shen Zhihuan spoke the kind words without asking for any money.
We have both witnesses and material evidence.
The police came quickly and left quickly.
The Zhao family of three were all taken away.
To be precise, it was Gou Juhua who was taken away, and her daughter and son went with her just as witnesses.
As the parties involved, Zhao Xiaochun, her mother and her two children, and Qin Haisheng and his wife also went there.
As for Qin Lijuan...
The police took into consideration that she was pregnant and had not participated in the baby swap. As for her selfish concealment of the truth, that was a character issue and did not constitute a crime, so they only asked her not to leave the county until the case was settled.
Seeing how things had turned out, relatives and friends felt embarrassed to stay any longer and started making excuses to leave.
(End of this chapter)