Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 642 - Chapter 642 642. Little Chubby and Dahuang_1

Chapter 642: 642. Little Chubby and Dahuang_1 Chapter 642: 642. Little Chubby and Dahuang_1 The police officer was speaking when Song Tan handed over his phone:

“It’s quite a coincidence, my family was live streaming at that time. You can first watch the playback to see if the old man’s fall has anything to do with us.”

Having finished speaking, he looked around: “Where is the old gentleman’s family?”

The police officer hesitated before taking the phone, saying subconsciously, “They’ve gone to eat.”

Guo Dong finally couldn’t help himself: “The three of them went together?”

The police officer: …

Although this attitude didn’t at all resemble that expected of a companion to an elderly person, but…

“Yes, all three together.”

Song Tan pursed his lips, trying not to laugh but couldn’t help it and burst out laughing in the end.

“Alright then, why don’t you watch this live broadcast playback and ascertain who’s responsible? We all have things to take care of back home. It’s already evening; we need to hurry back. If it gets later, the mountain roads will be unsafe due to the bumps.”

The girl opposite had snow-white skin and bright, black eyes, and although she was smiling as she spoke, the police officer still felt a bit nervous subconsciously.

However, the next moment, he saw her glance up and beckon with her hand:

“Little Chubby, come here.”

As everyone turned their heads, they saw Little Chubby Li Haoxuan walking with his parents, gripping an ice cream cone, eating as he walked, looking quite content.

But the woman stood there warily:

“I’m telling you, you’re not going to get away with hurting the old man like this. And don’t even think about calling my son!”

Then she patted her son on the shoulder: “We don’t listen to her, you hear me?”

However, no sooner had she finished her sentence than Little Chubby twisted his body and swiftly ran out from under her hand, then innocently rushed to Song Tan and asked breathlessly:

“Sis, sis, do you want some ice cream?”

Then he lifted up the green bean ice cream, which was licked to a mess, high into the air.

The police officer: …Just now this little fatty wasn’t acting like this when he was throwing a tantrum and begging his mother for the phone!

Secretary Xiaozu was also impressed.

Guo Dong, who hadn’t seen his antics before, still smiled and said, “What a good boy.”

Everyone: …

Song Tan glanced at the ice cream and then at Little Chubby’s mother, whose face was already contorted. She smiled extremely gently:

“I don’t want any, I just want to ask you a question, don’t lie, okay?–Come, eat and tell the police uncle, what exactly happened?”

Her tender demeanor was like that time she hit herself with a sesame stick, or when she admonished herself not to lie while hitting herself…

Little Chubby shuddered and quickly bowed his head to the police officer in front of him: “Uncle, it’s not their fault, I had an argument with Grandpa and he fainted after I ran away …”

…

Little Chubby was not too coherent with his words; he huffed and puffed for a long time before finally making his story clear.

With the live broadcast playback as evidence, and faced with the relentless relatives, the police officer, growing impatient, made his record and then waved his hand:

“Alright, the situation is crystal clear. If you really want to falsely accuse someone, let’s all go to the station together and see what the law has to say.”

With these words, the two on the other side also quieted down.

In rural areas without cameras, they were sure they could create a ruckus and tear off a piece of flesh… But how come this family was live streaming?

And their own Haoxuan, why was he so foolish?

Secretary Xiaozu, however, warmly shook hands with them, promising that the next time they came to the city, he would definitely bring a banner of gratitude …

This flattery left the young police officer with red, blushing cheeks, feeling both ashamed and proud. While saying “This is what we should do,” he also protested, “We didn’t really do much …”

By the time they had seen everyone off, Song Tan was planning to leave as well. But just then, Old Man Li suddenly woke up.

“Tantan…”

He weakly called out from the hospital room.

Song Tan’s ears twitched, and he sighed silently before pushing the door open and entering.

“Grandpa Li, how are you feeling now? Don’t worry, the doctor said there’s nothing seriously wrong. You just got upset for a moment, a few days of rest and you’ll be fine.”

But at Old Man Li’s side, his son and daughter-in-law crowded beside the hospital bed, glaring furiously at Song Tan.

They were also saying, “Dad, you’re just too kind, helping others for free, and now you’ve ended up in the hospital because of it. Some heartless people only know how to shirk responsibility…”

Old Man Li ignored them and instead looked at Secretary Xiaozu:

“Director Zhu, I’ve heard that these days everything requires evidence… I’m not in good shape right now, now you take a picture for me, to say that I’ve given Dahuang to Tantan’s family.”

What?

How did the conversation turn back to this?

Everyone was stunned.

Old Man Li spent every day with Dahuang as his constant companion. He just fainted briefly, he wasn’t gravely ill, nor incapacitated, so why did he want to give Dahuang away?

“Old Master, what are you–” Secretary Xiaozu was also shocked.

Before Old Man Li could speak, his daughter-in-law suddenly jumped up, causing a scene in the hospital room:

“Why? Why? Dad, have you lost your mind from the fall? Do you have any idea how much a cow costs? And you’re giving it away for free… They’re better off than us, why would they want our cow?”

But Old Man Li glared fiercely at them:

“Just because Tantan’s family is well-off, that’s exactly why I want to give the cow to them! If I don’t give Dahuang away, are you planning to sell it and butcher it to get the money?”

He gasped for breath and pointed at his grandson:

“The child doesn’t understand, he’s repeating what others have said! If you two weren’t at home eyeing my Dahuang, how would he come up with those words?”

“When the family was poor and we couldn’t make ends meet, you wanted to kill the cow, and I didn’t stop you. Animals we raise can’t be more important than people, can they?”

“But now, I don’t need you to take care of me, and you two are not struggling to make ends meet. How many times have I told you, Dahuang is supposed to be my companion, not to be butchered! What have you been telling the child?”

“I rely on Dahuang’s company every day in the village; it doesn’t have that many years left… You want to eat meat and make money, even if it means waiting for it to die of old age…”

As he spoke, his eyes were already brimming with tears.

Upon hearing this, the daughter-in-law jumped up again instantly: “Dad, what nonsense are you talking about? Who raises livestock without the intention of slaughtering them for meat! He’s old and won’t fetch a good price anyway; what difference does it make a year or two earlier?”

“I won’t sell!”

Old Man Li shouted.

The curtains of the two adjacent hospital beds were tightly drawn, and there were no other sounds to be heard. It was clear to all that everyone was listening with their ears pricked.

“Dahuang is my pet; the money to buy the cow wasn’t yours either, if I say I won’t sell, then I won’t sell.”

He grabbed Song Tan’s hand tightly:

“Tantan, I know Qiaoqiao likes it, I want to give the cow to your family, not for you, but for Qiaoqiao! It can still do some work, so let Dahuang live peacefully for a few more years, okay?”

The strength in his hand grew as he spoke, his aged eyes full of pleading.

Song Tan knew what he meant.

He was old, and Dahuang, the family asset, would surely be taken away by his son, who was determined to have someone come and lead it off, and he wouldn’t be able to stop it.

Just like now, as he lay on the hospital bed, and they were still scheming how to squeeze money out of others, not even bothering to offer him a glass of water…

If it had been before, Old Man Li would never have been so decisive.

But what happened with Zhang Wang’s family had just taken place earlier this year. None of the three children were willing to contribute a few thousand yuan. If something really happened to him, could he count on his son to be filial?