CHAPTER 286: CHAPTER 283: LIN JUHUA’S CHILDREN

The sun was setting in the west as Lin Wanwan came home, feeling relaxed after finishing her statement at the police station.

The police officers at the local police station near her home still remembered the beauty who had once handed over a sea turtle. When she came to deliver free KPI this time, the officers were both happy and annoyed.

They were happy because the KPI was free, but annoyed because the suspect of residential theft had his hand broken, couldn’t be locked up in detention, and they had to assign two officers to accompany him for arm treatment.

Naturally, what the police officers disliked the most was getting injured themselves, followed by the criminal getting injured, as going to the hospital is truly troublesome and demands a lot of police resources.

Of course, this wasn’t something Lin Wanwan needed to consider.

She was a law-abiding citizen, and catching such a bold bandit who dared to break into homes and threaten homeowners was her duty.

Such people should stay in prison working on sewing machines for life, lest they come out to trouble the common people.

However, because she caught the person red-handed this time, he didn’t succeed, so he might not be charged with burglary or robbery, and might only be classified as involved in an illicit entry security incident.

But Lin Wanwan had already broken the person’s arm, and since muscle injuries take a hundred days to heal, he should be well-behaved for a while.

Back at home in the bedroom, she secured the doors and windows, opened the Space-Time Gate, and returned to the Great Tang era, where approximately four hours had already passed, and it was a time of total silence.

Qingyu lay on top of the bedcover without any cover on her body, feeling icy cold.

Lin Wanwan pulled the bedcover from under her, covered her properly, then took a couple of sleep candies that didn’t really work, got into bed, and hugged Qingyu to sleep.

In her drowsiness, Qingyu sensed Lin Wanwan’s embrace, nestled her head to find a comforting position at her neck, and continued sleeping.

As Lin Wanwan slept in the Great Tang era, contemporaneously in Mian City, the Gong family’s entire household was gathered having dinner, with conversation centered around Lin Wanwan.

Ever since discovering that Lin Wanwan had gotten involved with the Times Group, Gong Keyi had felt somewhat apprehensive.

On one hand, they lost the lawsuit and the court issued a notice for executing house eviction, and on the other, bribed neighbors occasionally came to make a fuss, forcing the family to move out humiliated.

Gong Keyi’s wife also returned with their child from her family home, and they were all temporarily living in a rented house. Having a child already made the proposition of divorce not easy.

His wife was already unhappy being squeezed into a house in Hai City with in-laws, and now, having no house at all meant the whole family had to rent a place, leading to frequent domestic quarrels.

Fortunately, the Gong family experienced a stroke of luck a few days ago.

Firstly, Gong Dexiong, the second son of the Gong family, received a part of the agricultural park construction project funded by the Times Group in the village—earning thirty to fifty thousand wouldn’t be an issue if he did well.

Then, Gong Keyi, recently unemployed, got a call from a headhunter, eventually landing a job at Hai City Times Square’s property department. He knew very well that this was largely due to Lin Wanwan.

Though still feeling dissatisfied, it was better than getting nothing.

Due to fearing the "man" behind Lin Wanwan, the Gong Dewang family didn’t actually go through with inviting the elderly couple in their eighties to resist the court’s eviction at the Hai City property.

In short, they simply mowed the cowardice line.

They dared bully Lin Wanwan only because of blood ties; she was an orphan, and as hires a lawyer, they weren’t afraid of losing much.

But once involved with a giant entity like the Times Group—with village agricultural park projects and job opportunities in Hai City—the Gong family obediently compromised under pressure and incentive.

Lin Wanwan was entirely unaware of what was going on behind all this.

Tan Qinghui wouldn’t tell her about these matters; as long as the Gong family vacated the property, his task was half-accomplished. The rest was to pursue them for the rent accrued over the years awarded by the court.

With the document issued, if they didn’t pay, he would apply for another enforcement, and the court would freeze their accounts to transfer money to Lin Wanwan. It was just a matter of spending more time, without worrying they’d evade payment.

Besides the Gong family, another family still talking about Lin Wanwan was the Xu family from Great Tang Mao County, East Lake Village.

Though the goods Lin Wanwan sent via Sun Chuyao were nominally given in the name of Lin Mengxing’s house, the Xu family wasn’t foolish. Such lavish gifts couldn’t possibly come from a household with two bachelors yet to marry.

Moreover, they’d have been delivered during yesterday’s third-day ceremony if they were birthday gifts; why call dock laborers to deliver them on the fourth day?

Money isn’t blown by the wind; who’d pay laborers to run errands? Besides one family—Lin Wanwan’s family from Lin Family Manor, the Village Lady’s household.

The old woman kept indicating to the newborn, "My dear grandson, you’re indeed blessed and fortunate, born at the hands of a fairy-like Village Lady who also gifted your mother such precious foods. You’ll never go hungry! When you grow up, you must remember the kindness of the Village Lady and your maternal Lin Family!"

Lin Juhua sat on the bed eating white rice sent by her family, with crucian carp soup caught by her husband, almost tearing up.

"Son, drink more crucian carp soup to improve lactation, let my dear grandson grow plump and fair. When he turns one month old, you both should go bow before the Village Lady and properly thank her!"

Lin Juhua nodded vigorously, choking back tears, saying, "Alright."

"Oh dear! Son, you shouldn’t cry during your confinement period, it’s bad for your eyes! You’re lucky; with me to care for you, you must restore your health carefully.

When I gave birth back then, I did farm work the next day, which led to all my ailments now—so you must learn from my mistakes."

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were conversing when a little girl with yellowing hair, tied into twin braids, peeked into the room hesitantly.

She wanted to see her baby brother but was stopped by her grandmother, "Girl, you’re still sniffling; don’t go near Erlang. Go out and play, so he doesn’t catch it."

The little girl lowered her head a bit aggrieved, and cautiously looked at her mother.

Lin Juhua beckoned her over, "Come here, girl, come to mom."

Summoned, the little girl gleefully rushed toward her mother at the head of the bed.

Lin Juhua saved some of her rice and fed the girl a few bites, prompting her mother-in-law to exclaim, "Oh, oh, why let a child eat white rice! You should eat it to boost milk supply."

"No worries, mom, I’ve drunk plenty of crucian carp soup!" Lin Juhua laughed, and secretly slipped a few cherries sent by Lin Family Manor from her pillow into the girl’s small hand.

These were delicacies she’d never tasted before; the whole family refrained from eating any, all reserved for her, the precious person in confinement.

The little girl blinked her big eyes at her mother, then at the side of her grandmother holding her baby brother tightly, and silently tucked her cherry-filled hand into her clothes.