Too many things happened today, and none of them were things that could be openly discussed.

He didn’t want these matters to reach the village head’s ears.

After all, the fourth branch of the family had already severed ties, yet now they were taking things from the far end of the village—it was truly unreasonable.

Chen Sixi knew he had almost let something slip just now.

So he quickly covered his mouth, determined to stay silent.

Hearing Old Zhang’s words, Zhang Wenyuan wanted to say something, but in the end, he remained quiet.

Although he was the village head, this was still a family matter.

It wasn’t appropriate for him to intervene too much.

Soon, Old Zhang and Zhang Zifu each had a severance agreement in their hands.

Looking at the paper, Zhang Zifu still couldn’t believe it.

Because things had gone much smoother than he had expected.

“Let’s go!” Wang Xiuying said calmly.

She was eager to find out what had happened to Zhang Zifu.

Why were his legs so swollen?

And why had he stopped her from saying more just now?

Hearing his sister’s words, Wang Dashi and Wang Ershi had nothing else to add.

After all, this was their sister’s own affair.

Besides, she had achieved her ultimate goal.

“Wutou, Daya, let’s go!” Wang Xiuying called to her two children.

Looking at them again, their eyes were already red from what had just happened.

Even so, they didn’t dare to cry out loud.

“Mother, are we going to Grandma’s house tonight?”

Before stepping out of the yard, Daya asked Wang Xiuying.

This time, they didn’t actually go to Renhetang.

Instead, they headed toward the far end of the village.

“Zifu, what exactly is going on?” Wang Xiuying couldn’t help but ask along the way.

“I’ll explain everything when we get to the end of the village!” Zhang Zifu said with a smile.

It was already late, so Zhang Zifu didn’t have them carry him anymore.

Instead, he got down and walked boldly on his own.

“You… you…” Wang Xiuying pointed at Zhang Zifu’s legs in disbelief.

“It’s all thanks to Fourth Sister-in-law!”

“You know, I was scared to death just now.”

Saying this, Wang Xiuying burst into tears.

Back at the old house, she had truly believed Zhang Zifu’s legs were crippled.

And since they had left with nothing, where could they possibly find money for his treatment?

For a moment, she had even regretted asking for separation.

If they hadn’t separated, at least her children would still have food to eat.

And though life would be hard, at least there would still be some hope.

“Were you really that scared?” Zhang Zifu asked, his heart aching for her.

“Yes… a little.”

Seeing that the family matter was settled and it was already late, Wang Dashi and Wang Ershi did not follow them to the village’s far end.

Instead, they left Zhangjia Village.

…

At the End of the Village

“Mother, I think Father is waking up!”

Zhang Feixuan’s excited voice rang out.

At that moment, Jian Xiu was still cleaning up the broken jars in the house.

She had to finish tidying up tonight because tomorrow, she needed to go to the county office.

She had a rough idea of what the people at the old house were scheming.

They assumed she wouldn’t dare to kill this mother and son.

And they were right—she wouldn’t.

But she could send them to prison.

Hearing Feixuan’s voice, she immediately stopped what she was doing and walked over to Zhang Zixuan.

Sure enough, as she got closer, she saw Zhang Zixuan slowly opening his eyes.

“Zixuan, you’re awake? Do you feel any discomfort?” Jian Xiu asked anxiously.

She hadn’t expected the medicine Keke gave her to be so effective.

After just a few doses, his life was saved.

Not only that, but he was recovering so quickly.

This medicine was nothing short of miraculous.

“I… cough…”

Zhang Zixuan tried to speak but coughed instead.

The cough immediately tugged at his wounds, causing him pain.

“Feixuan, hurry, hurry! Get your father some water!” Jian Xiu quickly instructed.

Before she even finished speaking, Zhang Feixuan was already rushing toward the water jar on the table.

“Mother, hurry! Here’s the water!” Zhang Feixuan said anxiously.

After drinking a few sips, Zhang Zixuan finally felt a bit better.

Carefully helping him lie down, he then looked at Jian Xiu and his three children gathered around him.

When he first opened his eyes, he thought he was already dead.

He never expected to still be alive.

“Xiuer…”

“I know what you’re going to say. Don’t worry, you’re not dead. You’re alive. With me here, you won’t die.”

Jian Xiu cut him off.

Hearing this, Zhang Zixuan’s lips curled into a slight, bitter smile.

“Are you feeling unwell anywhere?” Jian Xiu asked again.

Zhang Zixuan instinctively wanted to shake his head.

But then, as if he suddenly remembered something, his eyes widened in shock.

“Xiuer, my legs…”

“Do you feel anything?”

“Yes, yes… I can feel them! I can feel the pain! I have feeling! I really have feeling in my legs again!”

Zhang Zixuan said excitedly.

After all these years, it was the first time he realized that pain in his legs could actually make him so happy.

Having sensation in his legs—it was such a beautiful thing.

“Yes. If nothing unexpected happens, you should be able to get out of bed in seven days. By then, you’ll be able to walk like a normal person again.”

“Really? Xiuer, is that true?” Zhang Zixuan asked in disbelief.

“Of course. When have I ever lied to you?”

“Xiuer… Thank you. Without you, I might have… no, I definitely wouldn’t have survived.” Zhang Zixuan said bitterly.

“Isn’t this what I should do?”

Hearing this, Zhang Zixuan softly murmured, “Mm.”

His voice was quiet, but at this moment, he made a silent decision in his heart.

These people—his wife and children—were the ones he wanted to protect for the rest of his life.

To protect them, he had to become strong.

Before, because he had lost his legs, he didn’t dare to think about it.

But now, things were different.

His legs could recover.