After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter
Chapter 178: Many Hands Make Light Work

Chapter 178: Chapter 178: Many Hands Make Light Work

This sensation was like a faint mist, elusive yet lingering.

On closer reflection, there was no trace of this person in her memory, making the sudden familiarity utterly puzzling.

However, the most pressing matter at hand was finding the missing Da Ya, with nightfall deepening and the task of pursuing clues in Ning County becoming urgent.

Everyone unanimously decided to return to the village first to prepare for tomorrow’s action.

At the moment of parting with Zheng Jun, Su Yu sincerely expressed her gratitude, "Thanks to you, I’m truly grateful."

Although they hadn’t managed to find Da Ya immediately tonight, at least they had obtained a crucial clue, which gave her a glimmer of hope.

Zheng Jun waved his hand, flashing a hearty smile, "Don’t mention it, just remember what you promised."

His words carried a hint of expectation and were mixed with trust in the future.

Su Yu didn’t say much, she turned and walked briskly toward the carriage.

On the drive back to the village, Xie Xinghua was extremely anxious about not finding her daughter Da Ya. Biaozi’s words weighed on her like a boulder, scattering her thoughts and causing tears to fall like broken pearls.

Seeing this, Su Yu gently consoled her, "Sister-in-law, don’t worry, we will definitely bring Da Ya back."

Her voice was gentle yet firm, like a warm touch in the cold wind.

Inside the carriage, Xie Xinghua’s eyes were tearful. The force of anger seemed to have drained away, leaving only a deep sense of powerlessness, as if half of her soul had been extracted, leaving behind an empty shell.

Watching this scene, Su Yu’s heart was filled with sympathy for Xie Xinghua, and a flame of anger was kindled against the cruel Lady Zhao.

Lady Zhao’s unabashed smugness seemed to mock them. Considering the vastness of Ning County, by the time they exhaustedly found the child broker, Da Ya might have already been trafficked elsewhere, perhaps even assumed a new identity, becoming unrecognizable.

Lady Zhao’s scheming caused Su Yu’s brow to furrow, a surge of doubts roiling in her mind.

Reflecting on the evening’s events, Biaozi’s completely unfamiliar expression when facing Lady Zhao, was it really normal? Despite having dealt with each other not long ago, how could he forget everything in an instant? And Lady Zhao, maintaining a presence that was hard to ignore with her silence in Biaozi’s home, did this terrifying stillness hide some secret?

And thinking of Biaozi’s cringing demeanor when meeting Zheng Jun, it was clear he harbored a deep-seated fear that was hard to speak of.

With such fear, why hadn’t he directly disclosed Da Ya’s whereabouts initially, instead opting to beat around the bush and cover up?

At this thought, a bold guess emerged in Su Yu’s mind, Could it be that there was an unspeakable connection between Lady Zhao and Biaozi?

This thought struck like lightning across the night sky, causing Su Yu to involuntarily look back, glancing through the dim light at Lady Zhao who was seated behind.

There she saw the old woman peacefully asleep, as if all this had nothing to do with her. This calm demeanor instantly ignited a fire of rage in Su Yu’s heart.

Thinking of this woman’s involvement in the vile act of trafficking children, and seeing Xie Xinghua’s anxiety like an ant on a hot pan while she herself could sleep so soundly, Su Yu’s anger reached its peak.

She abruptly stopped the carriage, forcefully pulled the sleeping Lady Zhao, and without a word, threw her out of the carriage.

Such a cruel-hearted person had no right to ride in her carriage. If she wanted to go home, let her walk back step by step!

Lady Zhao was suddenly jolted awake, feeling her body abruptly airborne before crashing heavily to the ground, accompanied by a scream of pain and terror, her body hitting the cold, hard ground.

Su Yu raised his whip, urging the horse to accelerate, vanishing into the distance and leaving only Lady Zhao’s increasingly distant, heart-wrenching cries drifting in the night wind, scattered in the darkness.

Xie Xinghua was shocked, the vague images in her memory gradually becoming clear—those were the childhood moments Jiang Ziling had once inadvertently revealed: as a child, he was mercilessly abandoned by Lady Zhao in a remote town at dusk, simply because the winding mountain path was too long. His tired and fearful little body eventually succumbed to the overpowering sleepiness, curled up by the roadside, until the deep night fell and his brother, Jiang Wangshan, appeared like a savior, gently carrying him on his back, crossing the dark forests to bring him back home to the warmth of their family.

Now, this familiar scene seemed like a cruel irony in the cycle of fate, only that the roles had quietly switched, Lady Zhao finally got to experience the taste of loneliness and despair.

Hopefully, this profound lesson would touch her indifferent heart.

This sudden change, like a bolt from the blue, frightened Xie Xinghua so much that she involuntarily sat up straight, her face pale as paper.

"Grandma, she..."

Her words choked in her throat, filled with disbelief and worry.

Her husband beside her interrupted coldly, "I have left her behind, and you still call her Grandma? Such a person, what virtue or capability does she have to deserve your respect?"

Xie Xinghua’s gaze lowered, her thoughts tumultuous, yes, how could someone so heartless towards their own flesh and blood deserve any familial title?

In the past years, no matter how hard, draining, or humiliating, she had silently endured it all, just for the sake of her family, for the children.

Now, her excessive tolerance had become the shackles binding her children’s happiness.

Regret and self-reproach surged like a tide, and Xie Xinghua covered her face again, tears streaming down like a fountain.

Da Ya’s petite figure lingered in her mind, where had she been sold off to? Was she safe? Would she be bullied in a strange environment? Every time these thoughts crossed her mind, her heart felt as if it was being gnawed by thousands of insects, the pain unbearable.

The mournful cry of Xie Xinghua, dismal and plaintive, caused Su Yu’s eyes to involuntarily redden as well.

Su Yu, usually not keen on meddling, stood up at this moment, her voice firm yet gentle: "Sister-in-law, rest assured, we will definitely find Da Ya. I once treated the Young Master Tutor’s Mom, perhaps I can use their influence to help us search."

These words, like a ray of light in the darkness, instantly ignited the fire of hope in Xie Xinghua’s heart.

"Really?"

Her eyes sparkled with disbelief.

Su Yu nodded gently, her tone carrying an indisputable resolve: "I will go inquire tomorrow."

"But tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival..."

Xie Xinghua’s voice was thick with nasal tones, full of worry and helplessness.

But Su Yu appeared extremely determined: "The festival can be celebrated later, Da Ya’s matter cannot be delayed."

Her worry for Da Ya was indescribable, the delicate little face, though worn by life, still retained its innocent charm.

Su Yu feared that this pure child would fall into a mire and be forever doomed.

Hearing Su Yu’s promise, Xie Xinghua’s gratitude was beyond words, her tears mixed with apologies: "Younger sister-in-law, I was too narrow-minded in the past, avoiding you out of petty concerns, it was really my fault..."