Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack
Chapter 111 - 101: The Affection Bought Out by ’Usury’ (Part 2)_2

Chapter 111: Chapter 101: The Affection Bought Out by ’Usury’ (Part 2)_2

"This is a family dispute," Zhang Ye frowned. These were generally handled through mediation, but this one seemed not so simple. "Do you feel unwell?"

"I feel dizzy and nauseous," she said, feeling utterly disgusted to the point of vomiting.

"What’s going on?" He Guo hurried down the stairs upon seeing the uniform.

Seeing the physique of the father and son duo, Zhang Ye’s mouth twitched. If it were a pig, it might still be edible, but as humans, they took up space and wasted fabric. He solemnly said, "Someone reported a robbery."

Luo Shufan’s eyes widened, he only mentioned seeking help initially, not robbery.

"How can that be? This is all a misunderstanding, this is my niece." He Guo’s plump hand was about to land on He Wenyu’s head, but she quickly dodged behind Luo Shufan.

"That’s mine... wu wu wu." Luo Qianqian sobbed and pointed at the snacks in He Juncai’s hand, which had been mostly eaten during the previous moment, although their original purpose was to tempt the trash: "Even the money was taken by that grandmother, we only get a little bit of pocket money per month, sparing no one, not even the children, wu wu wu, a public nuisance, a parasite of the city." Zhang Ye couldn’t help but nod.

"Here, take it." He Guo still knew some severity, his wife hadn’t come out yet and his mother and son might have to go in, so he snatched the bag of snacks that He Juncai had eaten most of and handed it to Luo Qianqian: "Mom, give the money back to the kids, you shouldn’t joke with kids like this."

Cong Xin reluctantly took out a bunch of money from her pocket, pulling out a bill: "Here, take it."

"The amount is wrong." Luo Qianqian seriously examined Cong Xin’s pocket.

"Stop talking nonsense, this is my own," Cong Xin gripped her pocket tightly.

"Do you need proof?" Luo Qianqian pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket and compared it with the amount in her hand, stating, "There’s a ten yuan note missing, the serial number is... "

Zhang Ye frowned at Cong Xin, thinking for a moment, he knew this was a setup by a few children. Who would normally bother writing down the serial numbers on paper?

"Here!" He Guo, fearing the police might really investigate, hurriedly pulled the bill from Cong Xin’s pocket and handed it to Luo Qianqian, saying sternly, "Watch out, there won’t be such good luck next time."

"The snacks are eaten, wu wu wu." Luo Qianqian took the money and then began crying again as she looked at the snacks in her arms.

Zhang Ye looked at He Guo, who had no choice but to smile apologetically: "When my brother comes back, I’ll have him buy new ones to compensate her."

Zhang Ye looked at Luo Qianqian, who blinked before he finally said, "If this happens again, you’ll need to go to the station." After saying this, he left with the trio.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang," Luo Qianqian giggled, "Thanks for cooperating."

"You guys be careful, if there’s anything, come find me." Zhang Ye shook his head and gave a few words of advice before heading back.

The trio decided to start with He’s father, as it’s well known that He’s father cherishes children.

Luo Qianqian and the trio did not enter the Youth Palace but stood by the glass wiping tears, tidying their hair, and fixing their cotton clothes.

Seeing this scene, He Jun’s colleague hurried upstairs: "Old He, your girl is outside, looks like she’s been bullied."

He Jun soon appeared, seeing He Wenyu with tear-stained cheeks, looking disheveled and her clothes shabby. He anxiously asked, "What happened to you all?"

"Wu wu wu wu, Dad." Seeing He Jun, He Wenyu truly felt wronged. Why should a girl be bullied just because she’s a girl?

"What happened? Tell me quickly!" He Jun looked at his tear-dropping daughter and the continually silent adopted son and daughter, extremely anxious, leading the trio into the office and helping them with water and tissue.

"Godfather, please, could you help us drive that family away?" Luo Qianqian said as tears fell, "We just went to the door and were driven out; if it weren’t for Officer Zhang, we might have ended up in the hospital today."

"What happened? Tell me clearly," He Jun looked at Luo Qianqian, sensing the complexity of the issue.

"Dad, what’s there to talk about?" He Wenyu had to admire Luo Qianqian’s foresight. Facing the issue with his mother, He Jun remained calm as that was the bond of motherhood. He Wenyu rolled up her sleeves and lifted her shirt to show He Jun: "If this continues, I might die. Is that what you want, Dad? Are you happy to see me pushed to death?"

Seeing the dark bruises on his daughter’s back, He Jun’s face suddenly darkened, He Wenyu continued, "If it were just me, I would endure, but I can’t let Qianqian suffer like this."

"Why exactly?" He Jun’s tone grew harsh.

"Grandma said..." He Wenyu lowered her head, silent for a long while.

"I’ll speak," Luo Qianqian forced a smile, "The old grandma said, Uncle He Guo is the pillar of the house, He Juncai is the future elite, so you guys have earned the money and should naturally support them. After all, raising a money-losing daughter who has to get married eventually is pointless. Might as well support a pillar. You’ll all rely on He Juncai in your elderly days, can’t depend on a daughter, who will belong to another family, a waste of money. Talks about wanting godfather to divorce and marry a supposedly affluent woman to stop the constant instigation that you don’t pay for He Guo’s family. Such a woman could send your sister-in-law to detention and could also send godfather to detention. And there are things I can’t even mention..."

He Wenyu and Luo Shufan kept their heads down, not daring to look up, they had not anticipated Luo Qianqian’s capacity for fabrications. Fearing any slip-ups, they just kept their heads low.

In He Jun’s eyes, their silence was an affirmation.

Luo Qianqian silently chuckled, this was crafted based on He Wenyu’s previous life description, the reliability wasn’t one hundred percent but it was around eighty percent.

He Jun was well aware of what kind of person his mother was. His face remained expressionless for a while before he finally pulled a smile: "What do you guys want to do?"