He paused for a moment, looked at Lin Jianxue, and blurted out subconsciously:
"You...why are you in my house?"
Lin Jianxue met his complicated gaze, took two steps forward, and said gently, "I'm not going to work today. I went to the kitchen at the educated youth site to improve everyone's meals, and brought some food here. I didn't expect to encounter... that incident just now as soon as I stepped out of the door."
She didn't elaborate on the thrill of "that incident." She only looked at Fu Zhawei's tense face and the still red eyes, and said softly, "Calm down first. Qingqing and Aunt Dong are fine. It was a close call."
Fu Zhewei's gaze swept solemnly across his father's pale and tired face, and then looked at his sister who was clutching his arm tightly and still sobbing softly.
As a man, a son, and a brother, he couldn't even protect his own family!
Let them be bullied and humiliated by thugs in this remote place!
This intense sense of guilt and powerless anger was like a poisonous fire, burning his internal organs.
But he knew very well in his heart that with his family's current status as a "downgraded household", he had no right to be angry in Tonghua Village and Shuguang Production Brigade.
Being impulsive will only bring greater disaster.
Fu Zhawei clenched his hands, which were hanging at his sides, suddenly, and the joints turned bluish-white due to the force.
Dong Yulan was an experienced person after all, and she was keenly aware of the violent temper in her son that was about to get out of control.
She gently nudged Fu Qingqing, who was still buried in Fu Zhawei's arms, and said in a deliberately calm voice, "Qingqing, be obedient. Go get some water and wash your face. You're crying like a kitten."
Fu Qingqing raised her head aggrievedly, glanced at her brother's tense jawline, then looked at her mother's worried eyes. In the end, she didn't dare to act coquettishly anymore. She sniffed, whimpered, turned around and silently went to the basin in the corner to fetch water to wash her face.
Taking advantage of this gap, Dong Yulan quietly pulled Fu Zhewei's sleeve and signaled him to calm down with her eyes.
Afterwards, Dong Yulan pulled Fu Zhawei to sit on the long bench beside the table.
Lin Jianxue also sat down.
After Fu Qing finished washing his face, he timidly moved to sit next to his father-in-law. The three of them, plus Lin Jianxue, sat around the mottled old wooden square table.
Lin Jianxue opened the cloth bag she brought, revealing the plump white buns still steaming hot, and the shiny red braised pork in an aluminum lunch box.
She pushed the buns and the bowl of stew in front of the three people from the Fu family and said softly, "It's still hot. Eat something first to fill your stomach. People are made of iron and rice is made of steel."
She paused, her eyes particularly fixed on Fu Zhewei:
"Especially you, Fu Zhewei."
When Lin Jianxue called his name, Fu Zhewei, who had been lowering his eyes and wondering what he was thinking, suddenly raised his head as if he was stung by something, and looked straight at her with his dark eyes.
Lin Jianxue met his gaze with clear eyes: "You went to help Uncle Fu with work without eating this early morning, right? You must be hungry after running such a long way. Eat something first and stop thinking about it."
She leaned forward slightly and lowered her voice: "I'm still here, right? Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to Qingqing."
Lin Jianxue looked at the complex expression that flashed across Fu Zhawei's eyes, and felt an indescribable sadness in her heart.
She remembers.
In her previous life, Fu Qingqing had a high fever and delayed treatment, which damaged her brain and made her stupid and foolish.
Not long after, the foolish Fu Qingqing was dragged into a cornfield and raped when she went out alone.
She didn't even know who that person was.
Later, she became pregnant, but because she was weak and stupid and didn't know how to cooperate, she ended up having a difficult delivery, resulting in two deaths.
That year, Fu Qingqing was only ten years old.
Qingqing's death became the last straw that broke the camel's back for Dong Yulan. Not long after, the once stunningly beautiful eldest daughter of the Dong family also passed away along with her youngest daughter.
As for Fu Zhewei...
Lin Jianxue's gaze involuntarily fell on his long legs hidden by the muddy trouser legs.
How did his legs become disabled in his previous life?
Is it true that... he later found out who had defiled his sister, and went to that family to seek revenge, but ended up being outnumbered and had his legs broken?
Lin Jianxue's heart was gripped tightly.
She was almost certain that the culprit who had ruined Qingqing's life in her previous life, indirectly caused Aunt Dong's death, and might even have caused Fu Zhewei to suffer a lifelong disability—
It’s that Jiang Erniu!
Lin Jianxue quietly clenched her hands on her knees.
No.
In this life, she is here.
She would never let such a tragedy happen again!
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