Reborn in the 70s: Pampered by Regiment Commander
Chapter 403 - 273: Delivered to the Door_2

Chapter 403: Chapter 273: Delivered to the Door_2

Chuxia glanced back at Zhao Yulan, her face flashing a hint of reluctance, "Mom, do you think I’m being too harsh?"

"Not at all, a woman like that needs to learn her lesson!" Lin Baohe huffed, casting a dissatisfied glance at his wife, "Yulan, think about what she planned to do to our daughter. If you still feel sorry for her, then you’re not really our daughter’s mother!"

"How could you not know whether I’m her real mother?" Zhao Yulan retorted, glaring at her husband, "It’s not that I pity her. I’m just reminded of my poor brother. Ah, at this age, he’s lost his wife and children. You, it’s not your brother, so you probably don’t feel the same."

"Heh..." Lin Baohe became embarrassed and chuckled, "I’m just worried about our daughter..." He then looked at Jing Zhe with emotion, "Xiao Zhe, you are our family’s savior. Chuxia is the life of Yulan and me. If anything happened to her, we wouldn’t have a life anymore. What you’ve done has literally saved our whole family of three!"

"Uncle Lin, since you call me Xiao Zhe, I won’t stand on ceremony with you." Jing Zhe cheerfully started the car and drove off, "Tonight, I want to eat the dumplings made by Uncle Lin and Auntie Zhao."

Lin Baohe slapped his thigh and declared, "Alright, if you want to eat them, we’ll make them for you every day from now on."

"Dad, we are living at Grandpa Wan’s home," Chuxia teased her father.

Lin Baohe scratched his head in embarrassment, "Tomorrow, I’ll also go and get some matchboxes to put together. Xiao Zhe, we’re going to need your help with this; we’re not familiar with it."

"Dad, are you serious?" Chuxia laughed, looping her arm through her father’s, "Grandpa Wan loves having people around. Him having our whole family living there actually makes him quite happy."

"As for making money, let’s talk about that later. The Zhou family’s grandparents are still living there, and if you really start putting together matchboxes, it might stir up gossip."

Lin Baohe disagreed, "What matters more, gossip or eating? The Zhou family doesn’t have a penny now. If we all just wait around, Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou probably won’t feel good about it either. I think, everyone getting together to put together matchboxes is a good idea."

"That’s true," Chuxia looked toward Jing Zhe, "Bro, what do you think?"

Jing Zhe nodded, "Alright, I’ll get the goods for you."

He originally wanted to refuse, but then he thought, if at this point, the Jing Family were to support the Zhou family members, Zhou Mikang would feel indebted to him for a lifetime, and he didn’t want to profit from such an obligation.

Moreover, doing some work isn’t something shameful. He guessed that even if they wanted to, they probably wouldn’t last many days, so he might as well go with the flow.

Being busy with work also left no room for idle thoughts, naturally reducing the mental pressure, especially for people with the temperament of Chuxia’s parents. If they were to remain idle, they truly might end up falling ill from idleness.

At this moment, Chuxia also came to understand this point. Feeling relieved, she joined her parents in egging on Jing Zhe to do the pick-ups and deliveries daily, saying that since they acknowledged him as their brother, they couldn’t let him sit idle.

...

Mei Yitong left Xiao Yuwen in Xiao Bingqi’s office.

Looking at his son covered in blood, Xiao Bingqi was furious to the point where his veins bulged. He couldn’t understand why Mei Yitong also helped the Zhou family members bully his son, especially since the Xiao family and the Mei family were on the same side!

"I know what you’re thinking..." Mei Yitong patted Xiao Bingqi on the shoulder, "You’ve spoiled your son so much that he doesn’t even resemble a proper person anymore. I’m merely helping you straighten a crooked tree; you should be thanking me."

Thank you, my foot!

Xiao Bingqi trembled with rage, unable to utter a word, as his son lay on the ground like a dead dog, more miserable than ever before. It took him a while to crouch down and check his son’s breathing, somewhat reassured.

"Don’t worry, I won’t beat him to death." Mei Yitong leaned against the desk, "His belt is always too loose, and I hate this habit of his. In order to prevent a disaster, I had to discipline him for you! Alright, I’m leaving." After walking a few steps towards the door, Mei Yitong added one last remark, "If he can’t keep his belt tight, you might actually end up having to collect his corpse next time."

Until Mei Yitong left, Xiao Bingqi couldn’t utter a single word. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but rather, a lump was stuck in his throat, rendering him silent! Only when he tried to call someone for help did he realize this issue.

Afterward, he discovered another problem—why hadn’t anyone come to check what had happened during the half day that Mei Yitong had brought his son in?

This gave him a very uneasy feeling. His son was the most important thing right now; he was his only child and couldn’t just die like this.

Bearing the anxiety in his heart, he carried his unconscious son outside. Surprisingly, he didn’t encounter a single person along the way, but fortunately, he knew how to drive, so he personally took his son to the Municipal Hospital.

He dared not send his son to room 401 again; if he encountered that bastard Jing Zhe, his son’s little life might be imperceptibly snuffed out.

Fortunately, he had a good relationship with the deputy director of the Municipal Hospital. After communicating with pen and paper for a few sentences, he arranged for his son to undergo an examination. Then, led by the other party, he went to the traditional Chinese medicine department, where a famous old Chinese doctor administered several acupuncture needles to him. After exhaling a breath of stale air, he was finally able to speak again.

"Old Qin, I really owe you one today. I’m going to get the results of that good-for-nothing’s examination now. I’ll treat you to a meal later," Xiao Bingqi said, shaking Qin Zhongshan’s hand back and forth, his face showing rare genuine gratitude.

Qin Zhongshan smilingly replied, "If I didn’t have another meeting, I would have gone with you. We’ve been friends for many years; there’s no need for so many niceties. Go on now."