Xiao Qian dragged Jia Xiufang towards the door, and as Xiufang looked back curiously, the middle-aged woman knelt on the floor, refusing to get up, and cried out loudly.
âMy brother has a mental illness, inherited from my father. He was having a mental breakdown when he hurt someone. Please, you must help us! My eldest brother Liu Changfu cannot be found guilty. I have a family to support, and we all depend on him to earn money. Oh, my Lord!â
The last few words were exaggerated and elongated, shouted like she was singing opera.
Jia Xiufang had never seen anything like this before. Xiao Qian had already dragged her to the door, but she couldnât help but look back, her curiosityâs getting the better of her.
âComrade, please control your emotions. We are still investigating Comrade Liu Changfuâs case, and the appraisal result has not been released yet. Can we discuss this at your workplace tomorrow?â
Liao Fuguiâs advice obviously had no effect.
The middle-aged woman saw that it wasnât working and glanced around, her eyes settling on Xiao Qian and Jia Xiufang before suddenly crawling over and grabbing onto Jia Xiufangâs leg.
âLord in heaven! Please speak up for us. My eldest brother has to support our family. What will we do if he is imprisoned? Please, you have to help us!â
âUh, well, Iââ Jia Xiufang hadnât even spoken when Xiao Qian covered her mouth. She shouldnât be saying anything carelessly, as it might cause trouble.
Xiao Qian pulled Jia Xiufang along as the middle-aged woman saw that she hadnât gained any sympathy and shifted her focus to Xiao Qian.
She continued to hold onto Jia Xiufangâs leg, not letting go, but turned her pleading face towards Xiao Qian.
âWife of the fair and just Lord, please speak up for us!â
âIâm not his wife,â Xiao Qian calmly said. This woman seemed to be sick and was seeking medical treatment, mistaking Jia Xiufang for Liao Fuguiâs mother and herself for Liao Fuguiâs⦠Ugh, it was horrifying. Xiao Qian couldnât imagine what kind of woman could endure Comrade Fugui and his serious, full-of-quotes character.
âThese two are not my family members. Comrade, please go back. We will make a reasonable appraisal based on the results of Comrade Liu Changfuâs case,â Liao Fugui said.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Liu Changfuâs case had already been examined by Liao Fugui and his colleagues. He did not have a mental illness. Although his relatives did indeed have mental illnesses, at the time he injured the person he was arguing with, he definitely had independent decision-making capabilities.
Upon hearing the word âreasonable appraisal,â the middle-aged woman realized that she couldnât stall any longer. She suddenly stood up, took a knife out of her pocket, and pointed it at Jia Xiufangâs neck, shrieking.
âAre you trying to force us poor commoners into a dead end? Is that it? My family only has my brother as a source of income. If he is sentenced, who will take care of my paralyzed mother!â
Jia Xiufang never thought that as a bystander, she would be involved in this matter. She felt a chill on her neck from the knife and the garlic-scented breath of the woman on her face, which made her legs tremble.
Xiao Qianâs face instantly darkened when she saw her mother in danger. Her body lunged forward, ready to grab the womanâs knife, but the woman threatened her with a trembling voice.
âDonât come any closer! If anyone comes closer, Iâll kill her!â
âComrade, please calm down. We can talk things through!â Liao Fugui said nervously, not expecting the womanâs emotions to be so intense.
âThereâs nothing to talk about! Unless you promise to write a proof right now that my brother has a mental illness, so the judge wonât sentence him!â
At this point, Xiao Qian thought that if Liao Fugui just went along with the womanâs request and had her release her mother, the proof would be useless anyway. The appraisal process was complicated, and without the signatures of several people, it would be invalid. It would suffice to deceive her with a random document.
âEven if I write it for you now, it wonât work. Let go of her. Your actions are meaningless!â
Liao Fuguiâs words made Xiao Qian curse inwardly. For f*ckâs sake! This is what a real bookworm is like, not knowing how to be tactful.
âHe can write it for you. You just need to calm down. We will help you with any difficulties, as long as you release my mother,â Xiao Qian interrupted Liao Fuguiâs nonsensical speech.
âBut he said it wonât work!â The middle-aged womanâs emotions were clearly on the brink of collapse.
Having run around and pleaded with countless people for days, only to face disappointment each time, her emotions had completely collapsed. This extreme behavior was a reaction to being unable to bear the tremendous pressure.
âHe may not have the final say, but as a psychologist, I do. My word is more powerful.â
âReally?â
âYes, if you donât believe me, Iâll have him write it for you right now.â Xiao Qian glared at Liao Fugui. Seeing him still standing there foolishly, she grabbed a slipper from the shoe rack and threw it at him. âHurry up and get a pen, what are you looking at!â
Liao Fugui was stunned by Xiao Qianâs sudden transformation into a domineering queen. He took off the slipper that had been scraped by Glasses and hurriedly went to find paper and a pen.
âCan you let my mother go now?â
âNo⦠not until heâs finished writing and has left his handprint. Then Iâll let her go!â Although she didnât know exactly how the documentation was written, the middle-aged woman guessed that having a handprint would make it effective.
âYouâre very tired from standing, arenât you? Why donât we sit on the sofa? I can see the dark circles under your eyes. You must be exhausted, right? For your brotherâs sake, youâve been really worried. If youâre not sure, you can continue to hold this fat old lady hostage. Is that okay?â
Xiao Qian tried to stabilize the womanâs emotions. Jia Xiufang was initially frightened, her body trembling, but when she heard Xiao Qian call her a âfat old lady,â she suddenly didnât feel so scared anymore.
Jia Xiufang looked at Xiao Qian, hoping her daughter could leave this dangerous place. Instead, she saw Xiao Qian give her a reassuring look, and for some reason, when Jia Xiufang saw her daughterâs confident gaze, her fear lessened.
Liao Fugui brought the paper and pen. He quickly crouched down in front of the coffee table to write, although he wasnât sure what he was writing. All of his attention was on Jia Xiufang, who had been taken hostage. He was afraid that the kind-hearted neighbor would suffer because of him.
Xiao Qian stood not far from the middle-aged woman and spoke in a very soft voice.
âYouâve been working so hard for your brotherâs sake. Itâs rare to see someone like you, a younger sister who cares so much about her elder brother. Your brother isnât young either, so why didnât your sister-in-law come forward when he got into trouble?â
âDonât even mention that woman. She looked down on our familyâs poverty and left my brother for some bastard. It was because of her that my brother was so upset. He was drunk that day, and that person laughed at him for being a soft-shelled turtle, thatâs why he lost control and did something foolish. My father was mentally ill, my family depended on my brother after he died, and now heâs in this situation as well. What am I supposed to do?â
Xiao Qian guided the woman in venting her frustration while focusing on the knife held to her motherâs neck. Her voice remained gentle, disarming the woman. She would use her professional skills to defuse her motherâs crisis.