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I am Jiang Qiuying. The Director Song has contacted me again, inviting me to meet at the bureau for a discussion. Jia is surprisingly also present. Jia has agreed to the civil compensation, and not only that, he has voluntarily added an extra 500,000! However, he has put forth a condition: he hopes that Lao Hu will no longer target his family.
One step at a time, we must take things slowly. I can collect the money on his behalf, but I cannot sign any documents for Lao Hu. If he agrees, then fine; if not, then so be it. Jia has consented.
What kind of relationship do Lao Hu and I have? Our shops are right next to each other. His wife passed away from illness, and my husband died in a car accident. We are both middle-aged widowers, each raising a child. We support each other; although we are not family, we share a close emotional bond. My daughter once advised me, “Mom, Uncle Hu is really a good person…”
It seems that being together is just a matter of time. Who would have thought that this incident with Qiqi would occur? Snowflakes dance in the air; since early summer until now, Lao Hu has gone through the darkest moments of his life. He entrusted me with his son and all his money.
I took my daughter and Qiqi back to our hometown in the countryside. No father can bear the pain inflicted on his son by such human cruelty. Lao Hu cannot swallow this anger, nor can I. If anything were to happen to him, I would be Qiqi's mother!
I know he has been sent to a psychiatric hospital and has been beaten… I am aware of everything. But I cannot stop a father from seeking justice for his son. I secretly went into the city to see him, witnessing him struggling without food or warmth…
He had lost his home, and in this city, he was homeless and had nothing. During the day, he wandered through the streets, and at night, he slept under the awnings of storefronts. When it was hot, he would lay down a piece of cardboard; when it was cool, he wrapped himself in a tattered military coat.
I held back my tears as I returned. I did not stop him, comfort him, or show up; I could not let him feel any ties that would hold him back. My daughter and I took great care of Qiqi. Others saw him as the bastard who brutally beat Jia, along with his bodyguards and drivers, but I saw the bodyguard's fists striking his head and body, and how he stood firm despite the pain—it hurt my heart.
Someone who does not value their own life has no fear of others' lives! The parents of the other three children agreed to settle for compensation; 1.8 million arrived, and he immediately changed his strategy. He sent me videos of himself shooting a gun—he looked cool and powerful. Online, there were clips of him shooting at targets with a toy gun at the school gate, hitting bullseyes with every shot, and the stories grew more exaggerated with each retelling.
Jia finally couldn't hold on any longer. After receiving compensation from the Jia family, Nurse Xiao Zhou and her boyfriend launched one final offensive: with the support of Deputy Director Song, they managed to obtain evidence that Lao Jia had altered Xiao Jia's registered age! Lao Hu walked confidently into the reception hall of the relevant department with the materials in hand.
The aftershocks from this revelation left many feeling alarmed. Xiao Jia faced criminal charges; he was already over eighteen. The truth began to surface—many people from City Center Hospital, school leaders, and mental health facilities had accepted bribes from the Jia family to conceal the truth!
Clues regarding Jincheng Group's involvement in organized crime continued to emerge. Lao Hu returned, weary yet relieved. That night, we sat quietly by Qiqi's bedside and spoke softly. After all this time, under our careful care, Qiqi's complexion was rosy; there were no bedsores or unpleasant odors. Lao Hu gratefully said, "Thank you!" Then he added, "If you don’t mind that my son is a burden, I’ll marry you! We can be together for life!"
I blushed and pushed him away. "You haven't even proposed!"
He took a diamond ring out of his bag and, without hesitation, grabbed my hand. "Let me put this on you first; I need to secure you!"
Then he hugged me tightly, pressing his face against mine.
It had been over five years since my husband passed away, and this was a declaration from a man I was willing to marry, who was also willing to marry me.
I wrapped my arms around him, allowing my tears to flow freely down my face.
"Dad, why are you bullying Aunt Jiang?"
Both Lao Hu and I jumped apart in shock.
On the bed, Qiqi struggled to turn her head to look at us, murmuring softly.
Outside the window, snow fell silently.
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Lao Hu and I got married.
Qiqi served as the flower girl alongside my daughter.
Deputy Director Song was our witness.
Xiao Zhou and her boyfriend gathered a group of friends to be our groomsmen and bridesmaids.
The New Year's bells were about to ring in the new year.
All good things come in; all bad things go out! (The End)
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