roccoschili Chapter 579 Blocking Fang Qing and Demanding Money
Chapter 579 Blocking Fang Qing and Demanding Money
Lu Jiangting was taken aback. "Be careful of Jian Guo? What happened to him?"
Liu Anguo shook his head, "I can't quite put my finger on it, but I just don't think he's a good person."
Lu Jiangting: "..."
"He looks so much like Jianjun and his brother. If you say that, then Jianjun isn't a good person either?"
"That's different. Whether someone is a good person or not isn't determined by their appearance, but by their eyes, their demeanor, and the things they say."
What did he say?
"When you were carrying luggage outside, did you know what he was doing?"
"What are you doing?"
"He looked around your house, examining each room one by one, commenting on everything as if he were there to see the property, not as a guest. He even asked me if the house had anything to do with Jianjun. It's really bizarre. Jianjun has been dead for so many years, what does it have to do with him?"
Lu Jiangting frowned slightly.
Liu Anguo added, "Anyway, be careful. I have a feeling that it's not simple for that father and son to travel so far for a little over a thousand yuan."
Lu Jiangting nodded. "Okay, Anguo, thank you."
He decided to ask when he had time. After what happened with Fang Qing, he would no longer tolerate things for Jianjun's sake.
I'll help if I can, and I'll do as much as I can. If I really can't help him, there's nothing I can do.
Then... be more careful.
Fang Qing was out buying groceries when Wang Zhong stopped her in her way.
Right there on the busy main street, he said directly, "Fang Qing, when are you going to pay me back? Give me a date."
Fang Qing was stunned for a moment, and when she saw the people around her looking over, she felt a little flustered.
"Dad, what are you doing? Let's talk at home."
“What home? This is not my home. And don’t call me Dad anymore. My son has been dead for years, and you’ve married into another family. I’m not your father.”
"Alright, Uncle Wang, let's talk this out."
“I can’t talk this out properly. All these years, it’s just a little over a thousand yuan. When are you going to pay me back? That’s my son’s hard-earned money. Let me tell you, you shouldn’t take it, and you can’t take it.”
Fang Qing blushed and wanted to leave, but Wang Zhong held her back, insisting that she return the money and leave if she didn't.
Fang Qing had no choice but to say, "I really have no money."
"I don't care if you have it or not, you owe me and you have to pay me back. If you really can't pay me back, I'll go to the boss."
"I don't have any money to ask the leader. If I had money, I would have given it to you, but the problem is I really don't have any."
Their tugging and pulling at each other aroused the gossip of the middle-aged women who were buying groceries, who all asked what was going on.
Then Wang Zhong began to weep and lament that his son had died in a mission a few years ago.
Their family had been poor farmers for generations, and this was the only outstanding child they had, who was also the only college student in the surrounding villages.
For so many years, their ancestral graves only emitted a wisp of smoke this once, and then it was gone.
Hearing him say that, everyone was immediately filled with sympathy.
Kind-hearted people naturally have a good impression of soldiers, especially those who sacrifice their lives in the line of duty.
Seeing that he had made enough of a show, Wang Zhong continued, "My son is gone, and the organization gave me more than three thousand yuan in compensation. Half of that three thousand yuan belongs to my daughter-in-law, and the other half belongs to me, right?"
To be honest, everyone said, "I don't know how to divide it, but you'll definitely get a share."
“Is that so? I should have a share, but I never expected my daughter-in-law to take advantage of my lack of education and ignorance, and keep it all from me. She took all the money herself. Then she remarried with my eldest grandson, and I had no objection, but shouldn't I get the money that is rightfully mine?”
"Definitely."
“She won’t give it to me now, and she’s hiding in Nancheng, a thousand miles away. I’m old and in poor health, and I’m counting on this money for medical treatment. You all, you be the judge! How much did my round-trip fare cost? If she doesn’t give it to me, I can’t afford to wait any longer. What am I supposed to do? There’s a ton of farm work waiting for me to do back home.”
They just garnered sympathy, and now they're doing it again, effectively cementing Fang Qing's place on the pillory of shame.
The elderly folks are quite shrewd; as fellow seniors, they naturally sympathize with each other.
Fang Qing couldn't leave; she was surrounded by the elderly men and women and forced to endure their spittle-flecked accusations.
Fang Qing was both angry and aggrieved, and shouted, "Don't be fooled by him. He's not good to his son at all. If Jianjun were alive, he wouldn't take care of him either."
Wang Zhong stomped his feet upon hearing this, refusing to admit it at all.
“Oh dear, son, did you hear that? That wicked woman! When you were alive, she was sowing discord between us, father and son. Now that you've been gone for so many years, she still speaks ill of me.”
Some of the older folks had been provoked by their meddlesome daughters-in-law, so Wang Zhong's words really hit home for them.
They didn't believe Fang Qing at all, and thought she was the one who stirred things up.
"Oh my, I've never seen anyone so vicious. His son has been dead for years, and you've remarried, so why are you still slandering your former father-in-law?"
"Pay back the money you owe as soon as possible. Don't let the elderly make a wasted trip from so far away."
"You can't be so heartless; people are watching you from heaven."
"Oh dear, what's the point of talking to a woman like that? If she were reasonable, would she bully people like this?"
"Pah! They're even embezzling the elderly's life-saving money. Don't be so greedy."
"I'll beat you to death, you heartless bastard."
This time, it wasn't just verbal criticism anymore. Some people grabbed rotten vegetable leaves and threw them at Fang Qing. One agitated older woman even grabbed her hair and twisted Fang Qing's arm hard, making Fang Qing scream in pain.
Fang Qing's shopping basket was trampled flat by the excited elderly people.
She panicked and instinctively pulled out Wang Jianjun's name tag, "I'm a soldier's widow, I..."
*Slap!* He was slapped across the face.
"Pah! You're a disgrace to the military."
Wang Jianjun's protective charm failed for the first time.
People clearly sympathize more with Wang Zhong.
It's because Fang Qing really coveted that money.
Fang Qing shouted, "Give it to me, I'll give it to you! I'll sell my blood if I have no money, just let me go..."
Only then did they release her.
Fang Qing was in a sorry state. She brushed aside her messy hair, revealing a face covered in tears.
“Uncle Wang, I didn’t mean to withhold the money from you. I didn’t have much education, and I didn’t know you had a share of that money. Jianjun’s comrades helped with the paperwork, and they gave me the money. They didn’t say you had a penny of it. Now you’re suddenly coming to me asking for the money back. I’ve really spent it all and I have nothing left.”
"That's a lie, I don't believe it."
"I can't help it if you don't believe me, anyway, I really have no money right now."
"you……"
An old man stopped Wang Zhong and said, "Brother, don't be in such a hurry. Whether she deliberately didn't give it to you back then, or didn't know and that's why she didn't give it to you, doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that she has to give you the money now."