Chapter 1097: Ballad (Part 2)

"Brother Yang, can’t you get that beast locked up?" Gu Lingling looked at Yang Yunhai with reddened eyes upon hearing this.

"Lingling," Yang Yunhai said helplessly, "Guo Chundan is only committing domestic violence. If Wang Xiaoqian doesn’t press charges, the police can’t do anything."

"Even if she does, it would only result in him being detained for a few days and given a warning." Seeing Gu Lingling about to speak, Yang Yunhai continued.

"Is there nothing else we can do?" Gu Lingling looked at Yang Yunhai hopefully.

"Silly girl." Yang Yunhai pinched her nose, "Of course there is."

Guo Chundan’s cunning lies precisely in this.

Although he is a rogue, he’s never committed a crime, except for abusing Old Mrs. Wang and her daughter or when a neighbor disapproves and intervenes.

He resorts to nuisance tactics, causing a scene at people’s homes daily.

But these actions are not severe enough to land this scum in jail for several years.

At most, they result in some disciplinary action.

"What kind of solution?" Gu Lingling’s eyes sparkled as she looked at Yang Yunhai.

"The wise have their ways." Yang Yunhai flicked her forehead, "Just wait and see the results."

As for the specific methods, it’s better not to let their little girl know, so as not to ruin his image in her eyes.

"You’re wonderful." Gu Lingling looked up at him with admiration.

This should have been her meddling in others’ affairs, but now Yang Yunhai has to run around, make connections, and even go the extra mile, adding so many troubles to his life. Maybe even future hassles.

But Gu Lingling just wanted to help Old Mrs. Wang and her daughter.

They’re so pitiful.

If she found it troublesome and was unwilling to act, they might be tortured to death by this scum Guo Chundan.

Just like she was in her past life, struggling desperately yet unable to escape.

Such is fate.

"Silly girl." Yang Yunhai smiled dotingly.

"Little girl, little girl." Old Mrs. Wang called Gu Lingling from inside. Gu Lingling blushed and climbed out of Yang Yunhai’s embrace and went in.

"Good child, Grandma has candy for you." Old Mrs. Wang squinted her eyes and took out a pouch from her bosom.

The floral pattern on the pouch was indistinguishable, and the edges were frayed, indicating it had been taken out frequently.

"Grandma has candy for you." Old Mrs. Wang hushed and spoke quietly, "Don’t let Qianqian see it, this is Qianqian’s candy."

Then, as if offering a treasure, she took candy out of the pouch.

Gu Lingling’s tears fell immediately again.

If she hadn’t said it was candy, probably no one would recognize it as such—a black, hard piece that didn’t even reveal its original shape.

It was obvious how precious this was to her.

But she still gave it to her.

"Grandma," Gu Lingling took the candy and carefully placed it back into her pouch, "Let’s save it for Qianqian, okay? I won’t eat it."

"It’s for you to eat." Old Mrs. Wang stubbornly said, "Don’t tell Qianqian."

"Mom," Wang Xiaoqian said helplessly, "But Qianqian already knows, what will you do then?"

"Let’s put the candy away," she then apologized to Gu Lingling, "Sorry, my mother’s mind is not well."

She pointed to her head.

"No, Grandma is just fine." Gu Lingling held Old Mrs. Wang’s withered hand tightly, "Grandma, neither Qianqian nor I will eat it, let’s keep it hidden for you, okay?"

"Alright." Old Mrs. Wang smiled and placed the pouch back in her bosom, patting Gu Lingling’s back and singing a lullaby.

"This song..."