Just now they heard Ye Rongâs words clearly, looks like they want to reconcile, huh? They donât want it to go that smoothly.
Lin Wanâs eyes lit up, and she said, "Then be careful, Iâll go back and get a flashlight. Wait in the mountains for a while and see if Ye Qing will really bring the five thousand yuan."
"No way, itâs dangerous for you to go alone. Wait at home... wait for me to come back, then weâll go together."
Lin Wan was delighted, and after the two parted ways, Lin Wan went home and secretly found a flashlight.
After waiting for her brother to come back and eat, they found an excuse to go out together.
On the other side, Ye Rong, in order to calm Ye Weijun down, killed a chicken and brought it back for Fang Qiao to prepare.
After she was done, she went to give it to Ye Weijun. After eating and drinking, he was too drunk to know where he was, and Ye Weijun was too lazy to wander around.
Lin Yinghui inadvertently mentioned seeing Ye Weijun going to the foot of the mountain to someone he was familiar with. The person he chatted with happened to be a relative of the Qiu Family.
Indeed, within a quarter of an hour, Mei Langchi and Ye Qing knew about it. After eating, they went straight to the foot of the mountain.
Old Man Qiu had the eldest of the Qiu Family follow along, but Mei Langchi wanted to use special means on Ye Weijun, and it wasnât appropriate in front of outsiders, so he didnât let them follow.
Daring to kidnap his son, he doesnât care if itâs his father-in-law. Wrong him, and there wonât be a good end.
Just heard from the Qiu Family, the mother-in-law has already divorced him. Even if heâs beaten, it doesnât concern him.
Lin Wan and Lin Yinghui went to hide in the grass behind the little house of Ye Rongâs chicken farm.
The distance was just right to hear their voices.
Just as the two were hiding, Mei Langchi and Ye Qing arrived.
Ye Weijun was originally waiting for his son to bring him something to eat. Unexpectedly, it was his daughter and Mei Langchi who arrived instead.
Ye Weijun was meeting this son-in-law for the first time; seeing Mei Langchi with his upright spirit, tall and handsome, he was quite satisfied, poking his hands as he smiled, "This is the son-in-law, right? Come... come sit."
"Sit? We donât have time to sit. Whereâs my son? Where did you take my son?" Ye Qing looked at Ye Weijunâs careless demeanor and wished he was dead already.
What the son said was indeed right, Ah Qing and this son-in-law didnât come with good intentions, angry that he took away the grandson.
"Ah Qing, is this how you speak to your elders? Humph... My grandson is fine, being watched by someone. Iâm just upset about your mom divorcing me, so I took my grandson to deliberately anger her. Youâve taken your momâs side after our divorce; what will I do alone in the future?"
"Donât you still have a son? Go find your son."
"Ah Ron? Tch, with his honest and stingy ways, it would be good if he could give me a bite to eat in the future. How can I expect him to take care of me? When your mom and I divorced, he didnât even utter a word, just stood by and watched as your Grandpa and uncle hit me without helping. Whatâs the point of having such a son?"
"Ye Weijun, I donât have time to listen to you. Whereâs my son?" Mei Langchi did not want to waste words with him. It was his first time meeting Ah Qingâs dad, and from the first glance, he knew this man was no good. He had feelings with Ye Qing but for him, heâs just a stranger.
"Son-in-law, isnât this our first meeting? You didnât even call me dad, and you talk to me like this? Do you know, in the village, I tell everyone I have a good son-in-law, treating me so well. Whoâd know, damn it, itâs my first time seeing you. Other sons-in-law bring bags of gifts like tobacco and alcohol when visiting father-in-law, but not you. Didnât even see a bottle of wine. And Ah Qing, I raised you from young, supported you through college, waiting for you to work and repay me. But you went to the city, hiding and not returning home. And not only that, you tricked your mom into leaving. Now your mom divorced me, and with my age, you both donât care about me. What should I do?" Ye Weijun, seeing his son-in-lawâs attitude, became even angrier, pointing fingers and complaining.
"What do you want?" Mei Langchi was reaching his limit. If not for the fact that he was Ah Qingâs dad, he would have punched him already.
"What can I do? I told your mom, give me five thousand, and itâs over between us. From then on, the bridge is a bridge, the road is a road, I wonât bring trouble to her, and Iâll give your grandson back immediately."
"Dad, are you saying if thereâs no five thousand, you wonât return the child?" Her child cannot be harmed. He is the only lever she has to control Mei Langchiâs heart now.
Having just dealt with such an incident, barely muddling through, if anything happens to her child, she canât guarantee that after such an affair, Mei Langchi will continue this life with her. Besides, sheâs already had a sterilization surgery, canât give birth anymore.
Ye Weijun turned his head aside, the meaning couldnât be clearer.
Ye Qingâs eyes flashed with an uncontrollable rage, like an enraged lion, ready to swallow Ye Weijun whole.
"Heâs your blood grandson... Let me ask you again, where is he? If you donât tell me today, donât blame me for being unfilial. Tomorrow, Iâll go to the police station and let you spend your life in a reform camp, never getting out."
Upon hearing his daughterâs words, Ye Weijun got infuriated, turning to glare at Ye Qing, yelling, "Damn it, you slutty disgrace, you dare to send your father to that place. If I knew youâd grow up to harm me, Iâd have drowned you in a piss pot right after birth." he said, reaching to hit Ye Qing.
Mei Langchi couldnât hold back anymore; this type of person needed discipline. Before he could touch Ye Qing, Mei Langchi kicked Ye Weijun to the ground.
He fell straight onto a coal stove in the room set by Ye Rong. His nape hit the fire box, and with a scream, his hair caught fire.
Neither Mei Langchi nor Ye Qing expected Ye Weijunâs head to fall directly on the stove. They stared at Ye Weijunâs burning hair, stunned for a moment.
It was Ye Qing who reacted quickly, hurriedly searching around, found a bucket of water, and splashed it over Ye Weijunâs head.
The fire went down, but Ye Weijunâs hair was burnt clean, and there was a clear burn mark on his head.
Ye Weijun was also in shock, wiping his face with water, dazedly touched his head, suddenly furious, "Damn bastard, you dare hit me, Iâll make sure we fight to the death." He looked around for a weapon, and seeing a grass-cutting knife, picked it up and slashed at Mei Langchi.
Terrified, Ye Qing let out a scream. Fortunately, Mei Langchi dodged in time, grabbing Ye Qing to pull her behind him.
Ye Weijun, consumed with rage, slashed randomly with the knife.
Cursing non-stop, "Hit me, dare hit me, I swear youâll never see your child tomorrow."
Mei Langchi ducked Ye Weijunâs knife, and when he wasnât paying attention, reversed and snatched the knife, throwing it aside.
Twisting his arm, Mei Langchi flipped him to the ground, stepping on his back, "Whereâs the child? I donât want to waste words. If you donât tell me, Iâll send you to the police now. If not for you being Ah Qingâs dad, Iâd have wasted you already."
"Damn it, try wasting me. Donât believe I wonât, but if you do, this life youâll never see the child."
"Ye Weijun, hurry, where is the child?" Ye Qing saw Ye Weijunâs dying refusal, mimicked Mei Langchi, stomped heavily on his back, "Spit it out, donât you want money? Iâll give it, just hand over the child."
"Bring money first, no money, donât dream of seeing the child." Ye Weijun, crushed by his daughter and son-in-law, felt repressed but wouldnât relent.
Now the three appeared tense, beyond familial bonds, resembling foes whoâve hated for decades.
"I came in a rush, how could I carry so much money at once? Tomorrow, once the post office opens, Iâll get it for you. At least let me see the child first." Ye Qing was truly anxious for the child now, her eyes red.
Ye Weijun, unable to turn under their feet, think of countering, couldnât fight back. Heâs not a fool; knowing when to act for his advantage, and when to compromise.