mtl008 Chapter 390 Aftermath
Chapter 390 Aftermath
Uncle was leaning on his cane, leading several prominent men from the clan, and they had walked across most of the island.
The group arrived in complete silence at the entrance of the Zhao family's stone house.
The Zhao family's gate was wide open, and the courtyard was already filled with neighbors who had come after hearing the news.
Xiao Jun's father, Zhao Ming, was squatting on the threshold, his head bowed, not speaking to anyone, and his emotions were unclear.
Xiao Jun's mother, Du Hehua, showed it quite clearly. She walked around inside and outside the house with her eyes swollen, looking like she had been crying for a long time.
Seeing this scene from the very back, Ah Da felt a sense of irony.
If she hadn't stopped them in the first place, Xiao Jun might not have died.
The commotion outside reached Zhao Ming, who looked up and saw his great-uncle and his entourage. He nodded rather unenthusiastically as a greeting.
Du Hehua also stopped, rubbing her hands together, her eyes sparkling.
"I am sorry for your loss."
Uncle sighed, his voice low and somber.
“Everyone is heartbroken that the child is gone. If there’s anything we can do to help, just let us know. The clan will lend a hand without hesitation.”
……
"Yes, please don't hesitate to run errands or lend a hand if you need anything."
Aunt Gou Dan from next door quickly chimed in, saying that she had watched Xiao Jun grow up.
She was about to get married when this happened. It's truly heartbreaking.
Upon hearing this, a barely perceptible hint of guilt and resistance flashed across Zhao Ming's face.
He waved his hands repeatedly in refusal, his voice dry and indifferent.
"I wouldn't dare trouble you all. He's just a child, there's nothing complicated about it, a simple matter will suffice."
"How can this be allowed?"
Aunt Gou Dan strongly disagreed, saying, "It's still a life, even if it's a child. The funeral arrangements shouldn't be too unfair. If you need manpower or supplies, we can help... If you really don't have the money, I can lend it to you, okay?"
Aunt Gou Dan paused for a moment, then unusually generous.
"No need!"
Before anyone could finish speaking, Du Hehua interrupted Aunt Gou Dan's words in a curt tone, her face full of impatience.
"We can handle this ourselves, so we won't bother everyone else."
Upon hearing this, everyone present fell silent.
There's a saying that goes, "You can't make a sale by being too eager."
Ah Da pouted, "They don't appreciate it!"
Seeing that everyone's expressions were off, Zhao Ming quickly stepped in to smooth things over, "The main problem is that none of my family are from here, and we want to take Xiao Jun back to our hometown for burial."
As Zhao Ming spoke, everyone understood.
The couple didn't give them a friendly look either, and the group was driven away after a while.
What's going on between these two?
Ah Da stroked his beard. "Why do you look so guilty?"
Ah Da's tone carried a hint of doubt.
"Who knows?"
……
As soon as the person left, Du Hehua immediately packed her bags and came out.
"If Yaobang comes back later, don't let him into the house. Give him some money so the child can stay in town for a while. I need to go back to my parents' house right away! I need to ask if anyone needs to do that kind of thing... I need to settle this matter quickly! The child can't stay at home forever, it's bad luck! Too unlucky!"
After Du Hehua finished speaking, she spat and looked extremely disgusted.
"Where is the money? He took all the money from the house."
Zhao Ming made a sarcastic remark, but he knew she was right.
We really can't let our son live at home.
As soon as she said this, the faces of her great-uncle and several clansmen outside immediately darkened.
"Is this even human?"
Who would dislike their own daughter for bringing bad luck?
"I was wondering why they wouldn't let us help. Do these two even care about the child?"
Zhao Ming's neighbor, Dong Haoran, spat.
"By the way, what was that thing that Du Hehua was talking about?"
Ah Da raised a question, and everyone else began to ponder it as well.
With a creak, the courtyard gate was opened.
When Du Hehua saw the group of burly men standing at the door, her heart started racing with fear.
"What...what are you doing? Didn't we tell you to leave? Why are you still staying at my house? Are you just short of a meal?"
Du He spoke louder and louder with each sentence, trying to cover up his guilty conscience.
For normal weddings and funerals, meals are provided for those who come to help at home.
Enraged by Du Hehua's words, the crowd turned and stormed off.