"Alright, thank you, Auntie!"
"This child, no need to be so polite with your auntie."
After finishing their conversation, they brushed their teeth, washed their faces, and turned off the lights.
They slept soundly through the night.
Yang Chuxia had not slept well in the previous two days because of all the chaos. When she got up today, she found that Ms. Wang, Ye Ziâan, and the others had already eaten breakfast. Ye Ziâan had gone to town, and the two little ones had gone to school. Since there was more land at home now, Yang Dachuan felt excited and went to the fields to take a look. Even though there were no weeds to pull up at this time, he couldnât contain his excitement.
"Mother, has Grandpa gotten up to eat yet?" Seeing that Old Yangâs room was still closed, Yang Chuxia asked.
Ms. Wang replied, "Yes, I made red date porridge and boiled eggs for him this morning."
Yang Chuxia just nodded, "Grandpa lost a lot of blood, so he needs to eat well and make up for it. Donât we still have fresh pork liver at home? Mother, you can make some pork liver soup at noon."
"I know, how could I not know? Go and eat your breakfast. I left you some egg-fried rice in the pot. Put two handfuls of grass under the pot, heat it up, and you can eat."
"Great, Motherâs egg-fried rice is the best." Saying that, Yang Chuxia went to wash up with a big smile, then to light the fire and heat up the rice.
Just as she served the rice and had taken a couple bites, she saw Yang Ruoqiu running in.
Yang Chuxia felt a tingling sensation on her scalp as soon as she saw her because Ruoqiu never brought good news.
As expected, she heard Ruoqiu shouting, "Yang Chuxia, Yang Chuxia, please help! Dongzhi, Dongzhi, sheâs trying to commit suicide... "
"Ahem..." Yang Chuxia choked on her food, as it got stuck in her throat. After taking a few deep breaths, she glared at Ruoqiu and asked, "What are you talking about? Why would she commit suicide when sheâs perfectly fine?"
"I donât know, last night she didnât talk or say anything. But this morning, she grabbed a pair of scissors and tried to stab herself. My mother is trying to stop her right now. My mother was afraid we couldnât hold her back, so she asked you to come and help."
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia rolled her eyes. "What can I do if she wants to die? Can I stop her from dying?"
Yang Ruoqiu was speechless.
Ms. Wang then glared at Yang Chuxia. "Go and have a look. How could the situation escalate to suicide? Werenât they all just saved? They donât even think about the many girls who werenât saved."
"Mother..."
"Go with her and have a look. This is about a personâs life; if you can persuade her, do it."
Since Ms. Wang insisted, Yang Chuxia had no choice but to put down the fragrant egg-fried rice in her hands.
Just as they were about to leave, however, Old Yangâs door opened.
"Whatâs going on? Who was saved? Why is Dongzhi trying to commit suicide?" Old Yang asked the people in the courtyard in a deep voice.
Seeing that Old Yang had come out, Yang Chuxia glared at Ruoqiu. Then she smiled at Old Yang and said, "Grandpa, itâs nothing. You heard wrong. She said that Yang Dongzhi was looking for me. I wonât bother you with the details, Iâll be on my way now."
Saying that, she ran out. Yang Ruoqiu followed, shouting, "Grandpa, Iâm leaving too!"
When they arrived at the old Yang residence, they could hear the uproar and shouting from inside, along with Ms. Luoâs malicious snickers.
Last night, she had seen Yang Dongzhi and her three daughters come back. She had even eavesdropped on the trioâs conversation and knew that the girlâs chastity had indeed been taken. That information brought her great joy.
"Hmph! If you want to die, just hurry up and die. Donât dirty our Yang Familyâs feng shui with your filthy presence." The doors of the Yang residence were tightly shut, but Yang Chuxia could still hear Ms. Luoâs harsh voice from inside.
Yang Ruoqiu, who was beside her, clenched her fists so tightly that Yang Chuxia could hear the cracking of her knuckles.