CHAPTER 627: CHAPTER 604 RESCUE

"Can you stop hitting people all the time? What did the eldest son do wrong? He said that for the sake of the second son. If you disagree, just disagree; why do you always resort to hitting? Let me tell you, this is my son, a member of the Jiang family.

If you keep laying hands on him, don’t blame me for being rude to you. I might not hit women, but if you dare hit my son, I’ll dare to hit you."

Jiang Laocheng felt wronged for his son in his heart.

The eldest already has a wife and a son, how can he face anyone if others see this?

Such a grown man, and Feng Guihua just slapped him like that, what kind of impression does that give to outsiders? She doesn’t have any dignity as a mother.

Feng Guihua started to throw a fit and cry.

"How dare you hit me! Now that our son is in big trouble, I’m the one counting out the money for our son. You can’t come up with a single penny, not to mention now you dare to say you want to hit me? What gives you the right to hit me? Just because your Jiang family son needs me, a woman, to save him? How can you even think of hitting me?"

Feng Guihua still couldn’t bear to part with that five hundred yuan.

Jiang Laocheng shouted angrily, "Go on! Shout all you want, let the neighbors hear and call the police. Let’s see how you explain it to them when the police come!"

Feng Guihua instantly became silent.

She was indeed worried about her son, while also feeling heartbroken about the money. All she had was just over thirteen hundred yuan, and a thousand was already out.

That night, Jiang Laocheng and Jiang Zhixin, father and son, put the thousand yuan in their pocket, wrapped it in a newspaper, and at eight o’clock, headed to the broken bridge outside the City God Temple.

It was in the deserted suburbs.

Once it got dark, it felt eerie and spooky, making them feel scared, and the father and son were unsure of their actions.

They placed the money under the foot of the broken bridge and pressed it down with a brick. They looked around, waiting and watching, but no one came.

By the time it was late into the night, the two of them were so tired they couldn’t hold on anymore. They sat back-to-back at the foot of the bridge, nodding off there.

There wasn’t a single person in sight, apart from the chirping of insects and birds, there was no sound at all. The father and son were too exhausted, so they just sat there guarding the money while dozing off. They figured whoever came to take the money would have to pass by them.

At dawn, they rubbed their eyes, and nobody had come all night.

Jiang Zhixin glanced at the brick, startled and shouting.

"Dad, look! The money under the brick is gone."

Jiang Laocheng was also frightened, and when they turned over the brick, indeed, the money was gone.

They searched all around, and Jiang Zhixin found that there was a hole near the brick, hidden by weeds and invisible in the dark.

If someone had hidden there, they wouldn’t have noticed; those people were probably hiding there long ago.

When the two of them became a bit drowsy, those people took the opportunity to take the money and escaped through the hole.

They couldn’t even find anyone.

The two of them were in tears but couldn’t cry out.

The only hope was that Jiang Zhiyong would be released.

In a hurry, they rushed back home.

When Feng Guihua saw them return, she looked behind them but didn’t see her second son, and she was anxious.

"Where is he? Where is he?"

"Those people were too cunning; we didn’t see anyone, and they took the money too."

Feng Guihua was so scared she collapsed to the ground with a thud.

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Jiang Zhiyong counted the money wrapped in newspaper.

A thousand yuan!

He patted the money in his hand, thankful for his clever plan; otherwise, it wouldn’t be easy to get this thousand yuan from his mom.

He pocketed the money, messed up his hair, smeared some dirt on his face, and marked his arms as if they’d been tied up.

When dusk fell, he stumbled back home, pretending to be in a panic.

This was the foolproof plan he devised to swindle the money from his mom.

Jiang Zhiyong was bold indeed.

Wasn’t he worried about the police?

Worried!

But Jiang Zhiyong had thought it through; if the police were involved and he found out, he’d simply say he escaped, claiming he didn’t see the perpetrators.

The police couldn’t do much to him.

If there was no police report, well, then his parents deserved to be duped, and he’d have a thousand yuan for pocket money.

That amount could let him enjoy himself for a while.

He had no other choice; he’d recently met a widow, enchanting enough to daze Jiang Zhiyong.

Being with a woman, especially a clever widow, naturally cost money.

Dining and buying clothes, the money his mom gave couldn’t cover his expenses for dating.

That’s how he came up with this idea.

Jiang Zhiyong went back home.

Feng Guihua and Jiang Laocheng, seeing their son suffered so much, cried and hugged him tightly.

Why would they have any doubts?

Jiang Zhiyong told his story with extreme misery, claiming he was kidnapped by a gang of masked strangers.

With his eyes blindfolded and hands tied, mouth gagged, he couldn’t call for help.

Finally, those people for some unknown reason, released him.

Hearing that those people demanded a thousand yuan from home, Jiang Zhiyong stomped and pounded his chest, feeling utterly reprehensible, crying like a child.

The family was busy consoling him, without suspecting it was all his orchestrated act.

The incident seemed to settle down.

Fang Xiaohui delightedly found that she gained several dozen more points.

The misfortune index had changed, indicating Jiang Zhiyong didn’t disappoint her.

Fang Xiaohui pondered what to do next; the accumulated misfortune points were still not enough, relying on Jiang Zhiyong alone wouldn’t suffice.

She realized she’d have to think of something else, because exchanging the misfortune points for the medicine used up too many points.

Over five hundred points just to get one pill, effective on only one person, so clearly, she’d need to bring misfortune to others too.

Just as she was thinking of this, someone came into the office.

Upon seeing him, Fang Xiaohui was filled with anger.

Fang Peizhong had arrived.

That bastard, after extorting a sum of money from her last time and lying low for a while, suddenly appeared again.

Fang Xiaohui dragged Fang Peizhong out.

"Why are you here again? What’s the matter this time?"

She didn’t want others hearing her conversation with Fang Peizhong.

Fang Peizhong glanced slyly at Fang Xiaohui.

"Xiao Hui, don’t give me that attitude. I’m not here to beg. At most, we’re helping each other. You know the situation at home; Mom’s bedridden, needing care, and Dad’s about to retire.

Your brother here has to support two kids, and twins are costly. I don’t have enough money on hand, and as a sister, supporting your brother isn’t that right?"

Fang Peizhong, trying to do business, couldn’t stand the meager and fixed salary from his job.

Used to lavish spending, and also maintaining an affair outside.

Money was needed everywhere.

And his earnings weren’t enough to cover, so he set his sights on Fang Xiaohui once again.

Fang Xiaohui’s money had long been spent on the woman outside by him.