Chapter 622: Chapter 614 Her Indenture Money Chapter 622: Chapter 614 Her Indenture Money All things in this world are predicated on the assumption that one must be alive.
The so-called favors, the so-called grudges, can only continue if one is alive; otherwise, they are but a speck of dust in the torrent of ti.
Tang Yuxin ate her biscuits leisurely.
Though she was starving, having not eaten for several days, she did not stuff the biscuits into her mouth.
Perhaps hunger had afflicted her for too long, so long that she had actually forgotten the taste of food.
All she knew was that this was the sweetest water she had ever drunk, and these were the tastiest biscuits she had ever eaten.
“Pearl and jade white jade soup.”
She longed to eat this dish, had a deep craving for it.
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Here, what she often recalled was not sothing else, but the pearl and jade white jade soup that Gu Ning had once made for her, which was actually just stewed Chinese cabbage with tofu.
But she particularly loved that bowl of soup.
“Alright, I’ll go back and let you have your fill.”
Gu Ning ruffled Tang Yuxin’s hair.
Though she could not speak, he understood every single aning she wished to convey; he understood it all.
Though she was ugly now, her body dirty, her head bald, and her face marred with scars, to say nothing of her emaciated, distorted body, he still recognized her at a glance.
This was Tang Yuxin.
No matter how she changed—tall or short, fat or thin, unsightly or hideous—as long as she was Tang Yuxin, he would always recognize her.
Tang Yu’s mysterious disappearance for so long had not sat right with him; he suspected sothing had happened to her, for it was not like her to be gone for such a long ti without any word.
Over the past half year, he had searched many places and finally found her.
He rejoiced that he had kept looking; otherwise, by the ti they had a chance to et again, it might have been in the underworld.
Tang Yuxin kept eating the biscuits and drinking water.
The outside light, bit by bit, fell into her eyes, reigniting the once-lost gleam within them.
She was regaining her strength; with food and drink, she would recover quickly.
She knew she was not ill, just hungry and thirsty.
Gu Ning pulled at the heavy iron chain on Tang Yuxin’s foot, and his gaze darkened along with the intense, icy gales outside.
With a clink, the chain fell off, revealing her ankles—almost fine and fragile, covered in nurous scars.
And with the removal of that iron chain, it seed as if a gust of wind blew in at that mont.
So biting cold, it could make one’s expression involuntarily sharpen, and afterward seem more alert.
Tang Yuxin moved her legs, her eyes growing moist with laughter, yet the moisture never quite congealed.
Having been here for so long, she had actually forgotten what tears were.
If she could not cry, then she would smile.
If she could not cry, then she simply would not cry.
Endure, and the day to be waited for will eventually co.
After having so food and drinking water, her spirits had improved significantly.
“I’ll carry you.”
Gu Ning crouched in front of Tang Yuxin, who clearly lacked the strength to walk.
Tang Yuxin shook her head.
“It’s okay,” she said silently.
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She could still walk; there were things she had not yet finished.
And she took Gu Ning’s arm and stood up.
Actually, for a mont, she was sowhat unaccustod to being without the iron chain on her legs; when the outside wind blew on the skin of her ankles, she had not felt such a sense of lightness in a long ti.
She tried taking a step forward.
It was indeed very easy, although her legs were still weak.
Yet, she wanted to use her own legs, step by step, to leave this place.
It wasn’t just the intense light outside that shone on Tang Yuxin’s eyes when Gu Ning helped her out, but a hand also reached over, magnifying the light on her eyes, and her nose gently twitched.
There was no dust, no foul sll, no murkiness—this was the scent of the forest, very fresh.
She pushed away Gu Ning’s hands, allowing her whole body to bathe in the warm sunlight.
She never thought she would live to see the day when she could be under such clear skies and breathe such free air.
Old Mada Song, upon seeing Tang Yuxin co out, looked as if she’d seen a ghost.
Indeed, it was like seeing a ghost—how could soone not die from rat poison, and after being locked up for several days without food or water, still be alive?
Where did this monster co from?
“This is our daughter-in-law,” Old Mada Song’s beady eyes darted about, and she knew what to say.
As long as everyone denies that Tang Yuxin was bought, they couldn’t do anything to her.
They couldn’t just forcibly take her away, could they?
“She is a mute.”
Old Mada Song continued to speak, of course lying effortlessly, not the least bit ashad of her thick face, “She made a mistake a few days ago, and I locked her up for it.
Public security comrade, this is our family’s private matter, surely you aren’t going to interfere with this sort of thing too, are you?”
Tang Yuxin stared at Old Mada Song as she elaborated and dramatized the story.
Old Mada Song’s emotions burst forth as she channeled the expression of a mother-in-law who couldn’t bear her daughter-in-law’s faults, performing so convincingly as if she really cared, yet she also had to check if there would be any audience to applaud her performance.
Tang Yuxin reached out a hand to Gu Ning,
“Five hundred.”
She said silently, without asking anything; she just knew that even if she couldn’t make any sound, Gu Ning would surely understand what she was saying and what she wanted.
As expected, Gu Ning took out his wallet, pulled out several bills, and placed them in Tang Yuxin’s hand.
Tang Yuxin took the money and laid it in front of Old Mada Song.
Five hundred yuan, the price they paid for her.
Five hundred yuan, the Song Family bought her ti for several months.
Five hundred yuan, that was all she was worth.
Five hundred yuan, equivalent to two “250s” (a slang term that implies stupidity).
How ridiculous it all seems when you think about it.
Old Mada Song’s small eyes, upon seeing the money in Tang Yuxin’s hands, almost turned red with greed.
She snatched the money eagerly, licked her fingertips, and began to count the bills one by one, touching and pinching them to verify their authenticity.
At least you have so sense of conscience, Old Mada Song’s eyes lit up at the sight of money.
As long as the money was in her hands, it was hers, and nobody could take it away from her.
The amount was exactly five hundred.
Old Mada Song rolled up the five hundred yuan and tucked it into her bosom.
We spent five hundred to buy you and kept you for three months; I’m at a loss here.
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