eurekapd Chapter 295 The Zhuang Family's Parents Suffered a Massive Bleeding
Chapter 295 The Zhuang Family's Parents Suffered a Massive Bleeding
Erqiang carefully wiped the blood from his mother's mouth with his little hands, tears and snot streaming down his face, about to drip into his mouth. "Mom, you're bleeding."
"Mom's fine, Daqiang, take your brother to wash his face."
Widow Wang looked tenderly at the two children, then glanced at Daqiang, who was staring fiercely at Zhuang Ganmei.
"Daqiang, be good, Mom's fine." Only then did Daqiang reluctantly lead his younger brother to the pond in the backyard to wash his face.
Wang Shufen sat upright in her chair, looking coldly at Zhuang Ganmei. "Is this how you beg for help?"
The situation took an instant 180-degree turn. Zhuang Ganmei, who had been arrogant and domineering just moments before, was now completely humiliated.
Zhuang Ganmei gritted her teeth, steeled her resolve, and knelt on the ground with a thud, completely losing the fierce look she had when she reached out to hit someone.
"Shufen, please have pity on me. I can't lose this job, really! Even a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness, not to mention we've done this more than once."
Wang Shufen didn't intend to waste any more words on him; she had already made up her mind.
Zhuang Ganmei earns 60 yuan a month, his wife earns 37 yuan a month, and the elderly couple also have pensions, so they must have saved a lot of money.
She slowly and deliberately held up five fingers.
Zhuang Ganmei's eyes widened, and she asked incredulously, "Five thousand yuan?"
Wang Shufen answered decisively, "Yes, five thousand yuan."
Zhuang Ganmei stood up abruptly. Five thousand yuan! With this money, why would she need to work? This woman really dares to ask for money.
Widow Wang seemed to have anticipated his reaction and continued to speak slowly and deliberately.
“Five thousand yuan isn’t much. If you don’t agree, I’ll call the police. Whether you end up in jail or get executed, I don’t care. With this on your record, your two sons will not only be unable to hold their heads high, but their future schooling and jobs will also be a nightmare. You should think about it carefully.” As she spoke, she stared intently into Zhuang Ganmei’s eyes.
Zhuang Ganmei really hadn't thought that far ahead. When she heard what Widow Wang said, her head went "buzz," and she was completely stunned.
Instantly, his legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground.
No, I absolutely cannot eat peanuts, and Zhendong and Zhenbei cannot be affected because of me.
He scrambled over to Widow Wang. "Less, less, Shufen, I really can't afford that much money. Three thousand, will three thousand work?"
Upon hearing this, the widow stood up abruptly and kicked him away. "Go back and prepare the money!" she said, tearing open her clothes and screaming, "Qiang~~~"
Before she could even utter a sound, Zhuang Ganmei rushed forward like a madwoman and covered her mouth tightly with her hand. "Okay, okay, don't shout, I'll go back and raise the money right away."
Zhuang Ganmei rode her bicycle home in a daze, swaying and staggering all the way, as if she had lost her soul.
He never imagined that a young widow could make him look so pathetic.
At that moment, he wasn't thinking about the difficult widow, but rather how to explain this to his wife and parents. Five thousand yuan—that was an astronomical sum.
They only have two thousand yuan. Although their parents have some savings, it's difficult to find a way to spend it.
back home.
Grandma Zhuang was sitting at the dining table when she saw her son finally return. As she got up, she muttered, "Why are you back so late again today? Hurry up, why are the machines at the factory always breaking down?"
As he spoke, he hurriedly told his beautiful wife to serve the rice. "Alright, wash your hands and eat."
No one knows a son better than his mother. Granny Zhuang could tell at a glance that something was wrong with her son's dejected appearance.
She led her son into the house, gently closed the door, walked to the drawer, and took out something wrapped in an old cloth.
She opened it, took out five ten-yuan bills, and handed them to her son. "Is your wife not giving you money again? Here, take it."
Zhuang Ganmei took the money, her hand trembling slightly.
He raised his head, looked at his mother, his lips moved, and after hesitating for a moment, he knelt down on the ground with a thud.
"Mom, I have something to tell you."
With a trembling voice, Zhuang Ganmei recounted in detail how Widow Wang had reported her to the factory, how Widow Wang had threatened to call the police, and the implications of all of this.
However, he didn't dare mention the thousand yuan he had given to Widow Wang before, because mentioning it would be the same as telling his wife that he had hidden a large sum of money.
When Grandma Zhuang heard the words "five thousand yuan," she felt dizzy and her legs went weak. She staggered back several steps.
Seeing this, Zhuang Ganmei quickly reached out to support Grandma Zhuang, thinking to himself, "My mother can't get hurt. She'll be relying on our pensions in the future."
"Mom, I was wrong, I was really wrong, I'll never do it again. I did this for Zhendong and Zhenbei's future, otherwise, I would have gone to jail." Zhuang Ganmei cried and kept kowtowing.
Grandma Zhuang was both angry and anxious. She raised her hand and slapped her youngest son hard on the back, covering her mouth and crying softly. "You good-for-nothing! You're going to kill your father and me! How come you're not even as good as your older brother's foot!"
Mr. Zhuang was watching TV in the living room when he suddenly heard a commotion and crying coming from inside. Startled, he quickly got up, pushed open the door, and came in. "Ganmei's mother, what's wrong? What happened?"
"Close the door and let him talk!" Granny Zhuang cried, pointing at Zhuang Ganmei kneeling on the ground.
Zhuang Ganmei repeated it again in a low voice.
Upon hearing this news, Zhuang's father was overwhelmed by the shock. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, making it difficult to breathe, and he staggered while clutching his chest.
Fortunately, Zhuang Ganmei reacted quickly, rushed forward, and pinched her father's philtrum, pressing down with all her might.
After a long while, Old Man Zhuang finally came to his senses and let out a long sigh of relief.
With one hand clutching his still throbbing chest, and the other pointing at Ganmei, Zhuang Adie gasped for breath.
"You want me and your mother to take out our life savings?"
Zhuang's father looked at his youngest son, whom he had favored and cherished since childhood, with disappointment. He couldn't understand how, eating the same food and attending the same school, he had gone astray compared to his eldest son.
But when he thought of his two beloved grandsons, his heart softened. For the sake of his grandsons' future, he gritted his teeth and agreed. They would take the money, and his daughter-in-law absolutely could not find out about it. This family could not fall apart like this.
Seeing that her father had relented, Zhuang Ganmei quickly knelt down again with a thud, tightly hugging her parents' legs with both hands.
"Mom and Dad, please don't let my wife know, or she'll definitely divorce me. Think about it, Zhendong and Zhenbei have been so loved since they were little, they can't lose their complete family. Mom and Dad, you can't just stand by and watch them die. If you really make me eat peanuts, Zhendong and Zhenbei will be without parents, can you bear that?"
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After a while, Ganmei's wife finished washing the dishes and went into the room humming a little tune.
Everything inside seemed normal, except that Uncle Zhuang and Aunt Zhuang's faces were flushed an unnatural red due to their emotional state, but under the dim light, their complexions looked quite rosy.
The beautiful wife didn't notice anything amiss. "Mom and Dad, turn on the fan if it's hot."
"Okay, okay!" Uncle Zhuang and Grandma Zhuang forced themselves to remain calm and responded with smiles, but their hearts felt like they were weighed down by a heavy stone. Five thousand yuan—that was their life savings! Fortunately, Chao Ying had been giving them a third of his salary every month since he started working until Tu Nan was in fifth grade. Combined with their own and Gan Mei's salaries, they had saved up six thousand eight hundred yuan. This time, they had to come up with five thousand yuan, which was going to be a real pain.