CHAPTER 569: CHAPTER 562: ANOTHER DEATH

Sisi and Tian Xinhua also went to eat tofu rice, although there was conflict between the two families, they were nonetheless from the same village. If they were outside, it could be better managed, but now that they bumped into this occasion, it could not be helped but to go, lest the villagers gossip.

Du Du and Youyou both stayed at home, cared for by Granny Zhao and Old Man. The eyes of children are pure, and they are generally not brought out to eat tofu rice, especially not for the likes of Wang Yueyue who had died a particularly tragic death.

Sisi and her group were not Zhong Family clansmen, so they only needed to attend the deceased’s ascent to the mountain the next day and eat a midday meal, while the other Zhong Family members had been attending the funeral feast since yesterday morning.

She and Tian Xinhua went together to the accountant to give their gift money, and also received mourning cloth to tie atop their heads. They were not relatives of the Zhong Family, so there was no need to wear mourning attire, just a piece of mourning cloth was sufficient.

Zhong Hongying had put on some weight, but she still looked like a beautiful young widow with a good complexion, not like she had been full of worry ten years ago. She greeted Sisi and Tian Xinhua enthusiastically when she saw them, she did not seem very sad, it seemed she did not care about Wang Yueyue’s death.

But this also made sense. How could children be filial when parents were not affectionate?

The thing Sisi hated most was that there were always people saying that after all they are your elders, they gave birth to you, no matter how many wrongs they’ve done, as children, you shouldn’t bear a grudge. This kind of moral coercion deeply annoyed Sisi.

In her past life, Sisi’s scumbag father divorced her mother and then married another divorced woman, and even had a son. That scumbag father was lazy and gluttonous, leading a terrible life, and later, he had the nerve to target Sisi for money, repeatedly visiting Sisi’s house to ask for money.

At that time, Sisi had not yet divorced her then-husband, who greatly sympathized with the scumbag father, secretly giving him money several times and even urging Sisi to be respectful to her elders. Regardless of their massive faults, that man was still her biological father, and as his children, they were still obliged to support him. Hearing this made Sisi furious, and she had several intense arguments with her then-husband over this, which was one of the reasons why they ultimately divorced.

Sisi also saw Zhong Yuying’s family of three. Yuying’s daughter was quite cute, though chubby, but after all a child, the chubbiness only made her more adorable. The little girl was probably about the same age as Youyou, very close to her father, but quite distant from Zhong Yuying, who, from her looks, appeared to have a strong dislike for her daughter.

When Zhong Yuying saw Sisi, she was nearly spitting fire from her eyes. If not for Sisi, she would still be an outstanding sales manager in a big company, earning a good few thousand yuan each month, not knowing just how comfortable her days would be.

Furthermore, if not for Sisi, Tang Qiubai would not have been so cold-hearted towards her, and still refused to forgive her to this day.

Zhong Yuying still had feelings for Tang Qiubai. No matter what, Tang Qiubai was the prince on a white horse who rescued her from a pit of fire, and also the first man she truly gave her feelings to. Although she had previously had several lovers, Tang Qiubai held a special place in her heart.

But Zhong Yuying also resented Tang Qiubai’s ruthlessness. To curry favor with Sisi, he had kicked her aside in a heartbeat, so Yuying wanted revenge on Tang Qiubai.

When it came down to it, Zhong Yuying simply lacked money and power, allowing everyone to step on her. Once she, Zhong Yuying, became somebody, He Sisi would kneel before her begging for mercy. Not to mention Tang Qiubai, who would definitely regret losing her.

Thinking of the man she hooked up with recently, Zhong Yuying’s mouth curled into a sly smile, subtly touching her lower abdomen. The man had promised her that as long as she bore him a son, he would definitely marry her.

Hmph, she would surely give birth to a son, and even if it wasn’t a son, she would make it a son!

However, the most important thing now was to restore her single status. In front of that man, she had lied and said she was a widow, and if that man knew she was still married, he would surely be angry.

That damned Huang Debiao was outrageously demanding one hundred thousand yuan before agreeing to a divorce.

Where did she get one hundred thousand yuan from? And even if she did have the money, she wouldn’t pay it to Huang Debiao. That grotesque fool is really delusional, a greedy heart swallows more than it can handle.

Zhong Yuying glanced surreptitiously at the father and daughter huddled in the corner, her eyes filled with disgust, wishing she could rid herself of these two grotesque fools sooner rather than later.

After finishing the tofu rice at noon, everyone dispersed, but the three Zhong sisters still had to tally up the items and settle the costs of the funeral.

The day after the funeral, disaster struck the Zhong Family again. Huang Debiao and his daughter were hit and killed by a car, dying on the spot: their deaths were said to be extremely gruesome, and Tian Manjin hurriedly rushed back to bring the news.

Sisi was frightened out of her wits when she heard the news, thinking how just yesterday she saw the father and daughter both hale and hearty. How could they just die like that?

Granny Zhao was also scared; she frowned tightly, feeling like the village had hit a streak of bad luck lately, thinking it best for her family to stay indoors as much as possible.

Tian Manjin said with a bitter smile, "The biggest hassle is that the car that hit the father and daughter belongs to Man Tong. Now, Zhong Yuying is insisting that Man Tong compensate."

The entire family jumped up in alarm, with Tian Xinhua the first to ask, "Was it the little uncle driving?"

"No, it was a driver he hired, but the car is registered under Man Tong’s name, so Man Yin has to take responsibility," replied Tian Manjin with a frown.

Granny Zhao panicked; she didn’t understand the law but knew that historically it’s been a life for a life. Hearing that her youngest son was to take responsibility, she thought he might end up in jail or even face execution—her vision went black, and she fainted.

Sisi, who was sitting right next to Granny Zhao, quickly ran to the cabinet to grab a bottle of Qiong Wine and poured it into Granny Zhao’s mouth, while Tian Xinhua pinched her philtrum firmly. It wasn’t long before Granny Zhao came to, her tears streaming down.

"Old man, you have to think of something quick. We can’t let Man Tong end up in jail!" Granny Zhao wept and wailed.

Sisi comforted her with a smile: "Granny, don’t worry. This is a traffic accident. At most, it will result in a larger compensation; the little uncle won’t go to jail. Besides, it’s still not clear who’s at fault. If the other party is to blame, the little uncle won’t have to pay much."

"Really? Your little uncle really won’t have to go to jail?" Granny Zhao’s eyes lit up, clinging tightly to Sisi’s hand.

"Really, if you don’t believe me, you can ask Grandpa and Brother Xin Hua."

Both the Old Man and Nan Xinhua nodded firmly, and Granny Zhao finally let out a sigh of relief, feeling reassured. Thinking of the father and daughter who died tragically, the old lady felt uneasy, sighing, "No matter who’s at fault, we should still give more money to the Zhong Family. After all, it’s two human lives! Ah, what a sin!"

Tian Manjin said indignantly, "It’s not our fault at all. The driver said he was driving downhill with a full load when the father and daughter rode their bike right under the wheels. He couldn’t even brake in time, and both were pulled under the vehicle. It was too late for rescue, and they were gone right then and there."

"Then it’s not our responsibility," Sisi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, it has nothing to do with us. I just hate that Zhong Yuying keeps insisting it’s our fault and that Man Tong has to pay one hundred thousand yuan. She’s still making a fuss about it!" Tian Manjin said bitterly.