Chapter 78: Chapter 78 You Are Not Right
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Before leaving Jinshan Village, Lin Chunju made a special trip to the police station to find Ma Qiang and his partner.
She expressed her gratitude for everything they had done.
Ma Qiang, feeling somewhat embarrassed, said, âYou shouldnât say that, itâs just our duty.â
Moreover, because of this case, he had received commendation from his superiors, which would make his future path much smoother.
Lin Chunju said with emotion, âIf it werenât for you running around, we might not have been able to seek justice.â
Yue Qingqing thanked them with a smile, âThank you, Uncle Police.â
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Ma Qiang scratched his head, actually looking a bit sheepish.
âItâs not just my credit, a lot of people contributed here. Because we lacked a forensic expert, the higher-ups specifically brought in an expert, and that person was really incredible.â
Hearing Ma Qiangâs words, Fang Ming also leaned in and added a comment.
âDoctor Yan surely lives up to his reputation, but itâs his son who really surprised people. Whatâs that kidâs name? Itâs quite pleasant to the ear.â
Yan? Thatâs a rare surname. Yue Qingqing blinked, thinking casually.
Ma Qiang was just about to speak when a coughing sound came from the doorway, and a bald head stepped in.
The two of them immediately stood at attention and said, âChief!â
âBe serious during work hours. What are you chatting about? I just heard that Auntie Zhangâs chickens have gone missing. Go and help look for them.â
The two ran off in a flash, and Lin Chunju thanked the chief again.
Cao Qi listened with pleasure, nodding continuously.
After witnessing Ma Zhuziâs outcome firsthand, it seemed Yue Xiaofangâs mental knots had finally been completely untied.
Once back at home, her face bore more genuine smiles.
âMom, just give me any household tasks. Iâm really feeling idle these days,â she said.
Lin Chunju thought having something to do was good, as it kept one from idle thoughts.
âWinter is coming, and Xiaofang, youâre good with your hands. Itâs just the right time to make some winter clothes for everyone.â
The task wasnât too tiring, yet required full concentration.
Plus, it didnât involve going out, where she might run into nosy gossipsâit was perfect for Yue Xiaofang.
Yue Xiaofang happily agreed.
âIâm good at this task.â
So Yue Qingqing noticed that her aunt was working with needle and thread almost non-stop from dawn to dusk.
Even after the family finished dinner, she would light the lamp and continue working in the house.
Lin Chunju advised her, âGo to sleep early; donât strain your eyes.â
Yue Xiaofang looked up, âNo worries, Iâll just finish this bit and then go to bed.â
âThatâs what you said just now. Look at your eyes; theyâre red. Wait for daylight when the light is better.â
Without waiting for her daughter to respond, Lin Chunju collected the material from her hands and locked it in the cupboard.
Otherwise, Yue Xiaofang would probably continue working in secret.
The next morning, as soon as she got up, Yue Xiaofang pleaded, âMom, my eyes arenât red anymore, please take out the clothes.â
Lin Chunju, amused yet exasperated, said, âWhatâs the rush, girl? The weather is still warm, and itâs not like winter is starting tomorrow.â
But she also understood her daughterâs mentality.
People from the Yue Family didnât want to trouble their family members, and this was particularly evident in Yue Xiaofang.
Since returning to her parentsâ house, Xiaofang had been sharing a bed with her mother, curling up tightly every night as if afraid of taking up too much space.
This made Lin Chunju feel quite helpless.
Xiaofang had been eager to get married and move out in order to make room for her brother, and now that she was back, she was worried about taking up space in her own home.
Thatâs why she kept busy with work, as if that was the only way to prove her worth.
The problem with Xiaofang is that sheâs too considerate.
Lin Chunju would rather have a daughter who was a bit more willful and spoiled; at least she wouldnât be easily bullied when out and about.
âFirst have breakfast, then you can work on the clothes,â she said.
Lin Chunju firmly made Yue Xiaofang eat a bit more before taking out the things from the cupboard.
Yue Xiaofang sat on a small stool in the courtyard, cutting fabric under the sunlight that wasnât yet too harsh.
Yue Qingqing suddenly looked up at her aunt.
Huh? Something seemed off.