Chapter 214: Desperation, Seeking Help

Now, the only way to save his daughter is to plead to Luo Qiao. Zhang Dezhen realized that for an orphan girl like her to survive in this village, she needed to carefully weigh her options.

Little did he know, he had been too naive. Why didn’t the commune officials dare to intervene during the day? Could an orphan girl like her handle this matter?

Seeing that Luo Qiao’s house was already dark, Zhang Dongze hesitated, “Dad, maybe we should come back early tomorrow. It’s late now, and people in the village will start gossiping.”

Zhang Dezhen insisted, “No, we can’t wait until tomorrow. Luo Qiao must drop the charges before she goes to work at the commune early tomorrow morning. Once she stops pursuing this matter, everything will be easier. Knock on the door.”

More and more people followed them, some whispering softly, “Secretary Zhang, this is too much. Coming to Luo Qiao’s house in the dead of night like this, aren’t they trying to ruin her reputation? This is bullying.”

Meanwhile, Lu Yichen had been listening to the commotion outside in his courtyard. Once he heard the crowd moving away from his house, he opened his courtyard door and walked towards the captain’s house.

In the Wang Family, Wang Chunni sat on the heated brick bed, sighing. The elderly woman from the Wang family said, “I really can’t rest easy. Let’s go back early tomorrow morning and see what’s going on. Avoiding the situation won’t solve anything.

Who told you to raise a daughter so selfish and narrow-minded? Tomorrow morning, have your elder brother take you back. You haven’t shown any sympathy for the suffering that girl has endured. Are you still human?”

Wang Chunni nodded, “I understand, Mom. I’ll go back early tomorrow and prepare some supplements to take over. I’ll try my best to speak well of her and seek forgiveness.”

The elderly woman from the Wang family continued to mend her shoe sole, “That’s right. Dezhen is the village secretary, he can’t use his power to oppress others. After all, what Qiaoyan did was completely out of line.”

Wang Chunni couldn’t hold back her tears again, her voice choked with sobs as she said, “Mom, I’m afraid that when I wake up tomorrow, all I’ll hear is bad news about Qiaoyan. It’s like a death sentence to me.”

The elderly woman sighed, wiping away tears from the corner of her eye, and patted her daughter’s shoulder, “Mom is scared too, but what’s the use of being afraid? She had a good life but insisted on doing something so evil. What can we, simple folk, do?

My daughter, you have to be more open-minded. Dezhen said he will handle it. I think that girl should be reasonable too. If it doesn’t work out, tomorrow this old woman will go with you.

We’ll sincerely apologize to that girl and try to persuade her to forgive Qiaoyan. I hope this lesson will help her change that unpleasant temperament.”

In Qingshan Village, no matter how Zhang Dongze knocked on the door, no one came out to answer.

In the end, the village secretary became anxious and personally banged on the door, shouting inside, “Luo Qiao, I know you can hear me. Open the door, I’m begging you as an uncle.”

Luo Qiao finished sewing the quilt in her space and then stepped out.

She opened the door and walked into the yard, saying, “Village secretary, if there’s something, just say it. I’m a girl, it’s really inconvenient to open the door for you in the middle of the night.”

Zhang Dezhen clenched his fists in anger. He knew he had lost his temper just now, and those onlookers from afar probably saw everything clearly, ruining the image he had worked hard to build over the years.

But now under the roof, he had to lower his head. He could only patiently say, “Uncle wants to talk to you about Qiaoyan.”

In his heart, however, he thought, ‘Just you wait. After this is over, see how I deal with you. You’re dreaming if you think you can live peacefully in this village.’