Chapter 18: There Is No Greater Sorrow Than a Dead Heart
The children were chatting enthusiastically.
Meanwhile, among the adults...
“Someone, help!”
A sharp shout rang out.
The constable from the magistrate’s office scowled angrily, “Seize these two and escort them to Pinggu County soon!”
“Yes, sir!”
Two officers approached Cheng Dashan and his wife with stern faces.
The entire village watched silently.
When Old Madam Han declared, “Do as you see fit; he is not my son,” all the previous rumors instantly settled.
What a ruthless mother!
The villagers looked at Old Madam Han with pure disgust.
But she acted as if she had seen nothing, her gaze mocking as she looked at her third son.
She was waiting.
Waiting for Cheng Dashan and his wife to finally collapse in tears before her, begging for forgiveness—only then could she salvage the tarnished reputation that Liu Cuiyun had destroyed.
A son at odds with his mother?
Whether right or wrong, you’re always to blame!
“Mother!” Cheng Dashan turned back, his eyes filled with sorrow.
“Is it really going to be like this?”
“Hmph!”
Old Madam Han sneered coldly, then disdainfully glanced at Liu Cuiyun. “Your wife is formidable; I, an old woman, dare not offend her! Our family cannot tolerate such a scheming scoundrel…”
“You decide what to do!”
Protect yourself, or protect your wife?
Besides, he had a son to consider.
Would only one person weep, or would the whole family suffer?
The villagers sighed quietly, recognizing Old Madam Han’s ruthless tactics—she struck directly at her third son’s core.
“What’s the deal?”
“Will you pay the fine or not?”
The constables smirked with amusement.
These rural family squabbles were always entertaining—the poorer the people, the more vicious and heartless the conflicts.
“Mother!”
Cheng Dashan made his last desperate plea.
He was still hoping—despite the dire moment—that Old Madam Han might show a flicker of maternal affection. He was unwilling to give up.
But alas...
Old Madam Han only glanced at him briefly before turning away in cold disregard.
Finally, Cheng Dashan closed his eyes in defeat.
“I’ll pay!”
“What?”
The constables and everyone else turned to look at him.
“Cuiyun.”
“Yeah.”
Liu Cuiyun walked past Old Madam Han without even raising her eyelids.
A heavy disappointment hung in the air.
At this moment, the couple had no affection left for this household.
They even found the thought of looking at it again revolting.
She pulled a small cloth pouch from her bosom and handed it to her husband.
Cheng Dashan accepted it and respectfully presented it to the constable. “Sir, here are six hundred wen. Please count.”
A modest sum.
The constable nodded.
“Yes, none missing.”
“Impossible!”
A figure suddenly rushed forward.
Qin Dongzhi, in a frenzy, grabbed the constable’s wrist, shouting, “Where did their family get the money? They stole it! They must have stolen it!”
“Let go!”
The constable’s face instantly darkened.
“Stealing means cutting off hands! Officer, cut theirs off!”
“You bitch!”
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