Chapter 814: Chapter 814 Luo Qiao’s Fury Chapter 814: Chapter 814 Luo Qiao’s Fury Luo Xuyuan, acpanied by Xiao Ya, set foot on the train back to Ji City, ready to face the trials posed by the Yue Family.
Meanwhile, Luo Qiao received a phone call from Lu Yichen and was informed about the Bo Family’s situation.
Luo Qiao had no objections to taking care of the martyr’s orphan; on the contrary, she was very weling. She knew that without the soldiers’ fearless sacrifice and endurance, there would be no happy and peaceful life for them.
Moreover, now that they had the ability, she didn’t just refrain from opposing the idea; she even said she wanted to go with him to pick up the person.
Because they had to switch vehicles several times and it was somewhat inconvenient, they both decided to drive there. Luo Qiao prepared plenty of food and drinks in advance, fearing they might encounter special circumstances, and even thoughtfully packed two sets of clothes and shoes of different sizes for the child.
After taking time off from the hospital and informing their families, they set off for the Bo Family with Lu Yichen.
The two of them took turns driving for a day and a night before they finally reached the Zifeng mune where the Bo Family was located. They stopped for breakfast and spoke with the responsible personnel at the mune before heading to Dabai Village.
With the New Year approaching, every household was busy cleaning and preparing food for the celebration. They chose not to drive into the village but parked on the road outside the village and carried the pastries they had brought from Capital City into the village.
As they walked through the village, the local children curiously watched them, but no one dared to approach; instead, they followed from a distance, chattering excitedly.
When they reached the entrance of the Bo Family’s house, they heard sobbing and cursing ing from inside: “You little bastard, eating and lazing around at home all day, you can’t do a job properly. What can you do? Why didn’t you just die with your mother?”
They then heard the child’s restrained crying: “I’ll do better next time, please don’t hit me, it hurts. ”
But the woman laughed: “Good, it should hurt. Dare to beg mercy from me.”
The child cried and shouted: “Grandpa, grandma, save me! I’ll work hard in the future.”
Lu Yichen kicked open the gate of the Bo Family with one foot, while Luo Qiao handed out some candies to the children behind them, telling them to call the village officials over.
Receiving the candies, the children scrambled off to summon people.
The woman from the Bo Family’s Second Son who was beating someone was startled by the intrusion. Luo Qiao, after entering the yard, saw the thinly dressed child being beaten and cowering in a corner, and her rage surged.
Under the watchful eyes of the onlooking villagers, she approached the woman, snatched the whipping switch from her hand, and started lashing out at the woman with a smack, smack, smack: “You like to hit people, huh? Well, taste this for yourself!”
Luo Qiao was ruthless, targeting spots on the body that were not easily visible to others, and using skillful force that caused excruciating pain without allowing the woman to plain of being wronged.
The woman cried out in agony, and as the motion grew, the Bo Family members emerged from their rooms, the backyard, and the gate. The Bai Family’s Second Son, seeing his wife being beaten, tried to intervene.
“Who the hell are you, beating people up like this?”
But he was kicked to his knees by Lu Yichen, grimacing in pain while exclaiming, “It hurts like hell.”
Luo Qiao, seeing that everyone had e out, stopped and threw the switch down: “I thought you were all deaf. It turns out you can hear after all. Where were you when this woman was beating the child?”
By then, the village officials had arrived. The village chief, upon entering and seeing Lu Yichen and Luo Qiao and realizing they weren’t people he could afford to offend, quickly went up to them and asked, “rades, I am the village chief of Dabai Village. May I know who you are?”
Lu Yichen answered, “I am rade Bo Congjun’s rade-in-arms. As the village chief of Dabai Village, are you aware that the Bo Family is abusing the martyr’s orphan?”
The village chief was at a loss for words, knowing the Bo Family’s actions were no secret in the village but also that they were a matter no one felt they could intervene in—the Bo Family’s Second Daughter-in-law being notoriously troublesome to deal with.
Lu Yichen asked, “I want to know the whereabouts of rade Bo Congjun’s wife.”
Silence fell heavy in the courtyard, even the Bo Family’s Second Daughter-in-law stopped her wailing, not daring to lift her head with guilt.
The child Luo Qiao was holding suddenly burst into loud tears, “My mom’s dead, she went to find my dad. They wouldn’t give my mom food or buy her medicine. My mom is never ing back.”
Luo Qiao, heartbroken and not adept at forting, could only seek the help of the older women and aunts outside.
A woman who had been close to the child’s mother stepped forward and held the child to calm him, “Taifeng, be good. It would break your mother’s heart to see you like this. You promised your mother you’d be strong, didn’t you?”
As the woman tried to console him, her own eyes welled up with tears, “Taifeng here is a brave little man. We need to stop crying now, okay? Look, your father’s rade-in-arms is here. Someone is going to stand up for you, let’s stop crying now, okay?”
It was then that the village chief spoke, “The wife of the Congjun family fell ill and passed away. Ever since having a difficult birth, she had always been unwell, and this winter she suffered a severe illness. She was buried just three days ago.”
Luo Qiao stood up and walked to the middle of the yard, “You people of the Bo Family are shameless, one and all. Living off the martyr Bo Congjun’s pension, yet abusing his wife and child. It’s bad enough you didn’t provide medical care, but you didn’t even offer food.”
The Old Master Bai became agitated, “Young lady, you can’t make unfounded accusations.”
Lu Yi threw several pieces of paper in front of them, “Take a good look at what’s written here. Are these not the deeds of your family? Aren’t you afraid that when your time es, you’ll be too ashamed to face Bo Congjun in the afterlife?”
The Bo Family’s literate Third Son hurriedly picked up the papers from the ground; the more he read, the paler his face became, his hands trembling so badly he could barely hold the papers.
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