CHAPTER 639: CHAPTER 614: JUMPING INTO THE YELLOW RIVER WON’T WASH IT CLEAN

"Go to the hospital!"

Song Moting did not oppose this unexpected little life.

Since Tang Yuan, the couple had taken safety measures; before graduating, they weren’t mentally prepared for another child.

With heavy academic pressures and Tang Yuan still so young.

There were already three children at home.

Tang Yuan, Baozi, and Bai Yiyi.

They didn’t plan to continue; raising these children took a lot of energy.

But if it happened, Song Moting would still welcome it.

Especially hearing from Tang Yuan, it seemed to be a daughter.

Isn’t it said that a daughter is a father’s little lover from a past life, how could one give up a little lover?

Jiang Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth, "It’s all your fault! I told you last time to... now look what happened, you told me it’s okay, it’s okay, and now what? We’re about to intern, if you want it, give birth yourself!"

Stomping her foot, Jiang Xiaoxiao turned and walked back down, no longer going up the mountain.

Internships were too important, her operating table awaited.

How could this just hit the mark like this?

Others want to have children but can’t.

With her, it’s one after another.

If another comes, her internship...

Jiang Xiaoxiao truly felt frustrated.

But with the arrival of new life, Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn’t refuse.

Family planning already started; she’s risking a fine to have this child.

Maybe there wouldn’t be such a chance in the future.

She decided to have it.

Jiang Xiaoxiao helplessly touched her belly, a tiny life was being nurtured here, what could she do?

"Tang Yuan, do you see the temple over there?"

Song Moting held his son’s little hand, pointing to the temple not far away.

Tang Yuan nodded, glanced curiously, his expression very focused.

"Dad, many people are burning incense, and many are kneeling and bowing, muttering something odd, the strangest part was in the house at the backyard..."

Tang Yuan excitedly described what he saw.

Song Moting paused, amazed that his son had even noticed someone stealing incense money.

Does his son have such sharp eyes?

"Xiao Xiao, honey, let’s go in and take a look!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao was no longer angry; accepting reality and solving the problem was the way.

Being angry resolved nothing.

Jiang Xiaoxiao shook her head, "I’ll stay here, I want to rest a bit."

Since she found out she was pregnant, she’d felt more nauseous by the day.

The kind of nausea that was impossible to suppress.

Jiang Xiaoxiao thought it might be psychological.

But she couldn’t help it, she just started becoming overly sensitive.

With a glance at Jiang Xiaoxiao, Song Moting understood; his wife was having the early signs of morning sickness, the prior experience with Tang Yuan had taught him well.

Song Moting advised Jiang Xiaoxiao to rest there, while he took Tang Yuan inside.

They had to verify his son’s incredible observation; what else were they there for?

Song Moting led Tang Yuan inside.

A crowd was currently gathered.

"So young yet already learning bad habits, actually came here to steal incense money, don’t you know it’s disrespectful to the gods?"

A bald monk was filled with anger.

He tightly grasped the wrist of a young man in his twenties.

Others joined in watching.

Seven or eight monks in blue robes were also criticizing.

"Truly, people’s moral sense is declining, a thief dares to steal from a temple."

"Someone like this must be severely punished and reported to the police."

"It’s truly a mess nowadays, young people don’t think about progressing, earning through hard work. Just wanting something for nothing."

Many pointed fingers and made comments.

Lots of people came to pray, naturally some hoped for good fortune, while others merely came to sightsee this bustling temple. That’s why the focus was all on this young man at the moment.

Nobody sympathizes with a thief.

The young man was anxiously flushed.

"I didn’t steal money, I really didn’t steal. I was just looking for the toilet and accidentally went into this room. I didn’t touch anything inside."

The young man regretted running into such trouble due to the restroom.

This monk accused him of stealing money.

It was a grave injustice.

The monk glared, "Fa Ming, check how much money was lost. I saw the money box was tampered with when I entered. You were the last to enter that room, if not you, then who?"

The monk named Fa Ming quickly ran in, soon emerging with a wooden box. Everyone saw the box was opened, and it was empty except for a few coins inside.

"Senior Brother, all the money inside is gone, just a little over a dime left."

Fa Ming gritted his teeth as he spoke; their temple’s money was meant to re-gild the statue of Buddha.

Saving up all these years, they amassed quite a sum.

The monks lived frugally to fulfill this wish.

Now, this person took all of their savings in one go.

"Do you know how much was in that box? You took over twenty thousand from us. Truly heartless!"

The monk holding the young man was furious, as if his eyes could burn the young man to ash.

Other monks rolled up their sleeves, ready to throw him out.

They were monks and couldn’t resort to violence, but the situation was too egregious, inciting everyone’s anger.

"Oh my, this person took over twenty thousand, how despicable. It’s clearly money these monks saved penny by penny. And he just took it all. Truly atrocious."

"So reprehensible!"

"He must be sent to the police! Such a person deserves three to five years, just shoot him, for even stealing this kind of money. Absolutely lawless!"

"But he doesn’t look like a thief, might it be a misunderstanding?"

Someone was doubtful.

The young man was dressed in clean shirts, dress pants, and leather shoes, quite like a scholar.

Especially with a pen in his pocket, evidently a learned person; claiming he’d become a thief seemed unlikely.

Someone sneered back.

"Looks can be deceiving, how do you know what kind of person he is? Some look decent but do nothing decent."

"True, sometimes you can’t tell a thief by appearance, the more neatly dressed, the less suspicion aroused of being a thief."

Many expressed their opinions, the young man was too flustered to defend himself.

"You really misunderstood, I’m not a thief, I didn’t steal the money, it’s over twenty thousand. If I stole it, wouldn’t I put it in my pocket? You can search me, I left home with 20 bucks, I truly have no other money."

The young man was desperate.

"You think we’re fools! These days, thieves work in teams, no one’s stupid enough to stash stolen money on themselves, it’d already be handed to their accomplices."

This left the young man speechless, feeling he couldn’t clear his name, even by jumping in the Yellow River.