novellhall Chapter 2 This marriage absolutely cannot end in divorce.
Chapter 2 This marriage absolutely cannot end in divorce.
Of course, they couldn't prove that the technology in the novel was very backward and that the Xia Kingdom didn't have paternity testing.
The key point is that the maid who switched her and Mu Yu died a few days ago, meaning there are no witnesses or physical evidence.
Fang Hui was stunned.
After spending these days with her, she realized that Mu An was a village girl who lacked her own opinions and was easily manipulated.
But today, he speaks with clear logic, completely different from before.
She looked at Xiang Mulinjiang and noticed that his fists were clenched tightly, his knuckles white, and he clearly couldn't think of a solution either.
"Uncle! I'll take you to find gold bars!" Qiao An pulled Wang Feng upstairs.
In the novel, the Youth Committee raided the house and found gold bars hidden in a secret compartment in the study. Rather than letting them discover it, they decided to take the credit themselves first.
A short while later, Wang Feng came downstairs with a livid face, holding seven or eight heavy gold bars in his hand.
"Good! They actually dared to hoard gold bars; they really are a capitalist roader who can't change his ways!"
Mu Linjiang's face turned deathly pale, his lips instantly lost their color, and he trembled slightly.
Fang Hui's body went limp, and she slumped onto the sofa, tightly embracing Mu Yu.
A few steps away, Mu Zhiyuan and Mu Zhifeng stood with ashen faces, saying nothing.
"Take them all away!" Wang Feng waved his hand.
Mu Yu suddenly broke free from Fang Hui's embrace. "Director Wang! I'm not a member of the Mu family, I really am not! She's the daughter of a capitalist roader, I'm a peasant, please believe me."
Wang Feng glanced at her irritably. "Look at yourself. You don't look like a peasant at all. Your hands probably haven't even washed clothes before."
"Your Mu family is trying to pull off a switcheroo! You're utterly wicked!"
Without saying a word, the young man wearing a red armband tied the Mu family member's hands behind his back and forced him onto the Liberation truck.
Mu Yu was in tears, pleading incessantly.
"Let me go! I really don't have the surname Mu!"
Please!
Seeing that pleading was useless, he started cursing again.
"Mu An! You bitch!"
"You don't even acknowledge your parents, you're a beast!"
Qiao An followed behind Wang Feng, picking at her ear without caring at all.
"Uncle, I have nowhere to go," Qiao An said pitifully, clutching Wang Feng's clothes.
"I'll arrange a guesthouse for you to stay the night, and I'll buy you a train ticket back to your hometown tomorrow. Is that alright?"
After settling her in, Wang Feng hurried back to the Youth Committee, as he was organizing a large-scale criticism session that afternoon.
This afternoon in Shenzhou was extremely lively. Public denunciation hadn't been done for a while, and almost half the city's population went to the square to watch the spectacle.
The criticism session continued into the evening.
Youth Committee Prison.
Mu Yu huddled in the corner, terrified by the criticism session that afternoon; everyone was cursing the Mu family.
Her hair was cut and she was forced to kneel on the ground.
Even now, both knees are still burning with pain.
Fang Hui looked at Mu Yu with heartache, then thought of Mu An.
If it weren't for her, Mu Yu wouldn't have suffered such a great injustice.
Mu Zhifeng and Mu Zhiyuan also lowered their heads and remained silent, having long lost the arrogance of the young masters of the Mu family.
Of all the people, Mu Linjiang was the most composed.
Seeing that the children were on the verge of a mental breakdown, Mu Linjiang asked them to sit closer together.
In a voice only they could hear, Grandpa left us several boxes of treasures in the basement of the old house. As long as we get through this period, our Mu family will definitely turn things around.
"You must hold on."
Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up instantly.
The family is rich! With money comes hope.
Even Mu Yu's eyes lit up. "Dad, how long do we have to hold on?"
Mu Linjiang once wielded considerable influence, and some friends had told him that the current situation in Xia Kingdom wouldn't last much longer.
"At most two years."
"Two years." Mu Yu closed her eyes. "Two years, it'll be very soon."
Qiao An didn't know if two years had passed quickly or not; all she knew was that she was about to be blinded by the dazzling light.
At this moment, she was standing in the basement of the Mu family's old mansion.
Before them were chests of gold and silver jewelry.
In the novel, Mu Yu made his fortune using these things.
Four boxes of gold bars, two boxes of jewelry, five boxes of antiques and cultural artifacts, and two boxes of calligraphy and paintings.
With a thought, Qiao Anxin's eleven golden nanmu boxes suddenly vanished into thin air.
Since it's a time-travel story, how could it not have some kind of cheat code?
Joan's secret weapon is "traveling through trading groups".
The group consists of people who have traveled to various worlds. In her previous life, she used this group to establish an eternal sanctuary.
However, for some reason, there are only two members in the "Time Travel Trading Group" now.
A man named Deng Fang transmigrated to the world of cultivation.
The other one is a girl named Mo Yuxuan, who traveled to a parallel world.
The "Travel Through Trading Group" comes with a bonus of 20 cubic meters of space with no time flow, which is now coming in handy.
After emptying the old house of its treasures, Qiao An returned to the guesthouse under the cover of night.
He lay sprawled on the bed and had a good sleep.
She didn't know how much time had passed when the sound of bicycle bells on the street woke her up.
Qiao An snapped out of her daze, washed up, got dressed, and went to the Youth Committee.
Wang Feng greeted her with a big smile, offered to send someone to take her to the train station, and slipped her ten yuan.
"Uncle, I want you to give me a certificate proving that I have no relation to the Mu family." Mu An was not in a hurry to leave.
Wang Feng suddenly realized that Qiao An's request was not excessive.
"Okay, you wait here, I'll open it for you right away."
Wang Fengda scribbled on the table, then took out a stamp from the drawer and stamped it on.
"Alright! Take this certificate back with you, no one will dare to give you trouble."
"Thank you, Uncle! You're such a good person!" Qiao An bowed deeply.
People in the countryside are simple and honest, and their praise is always sincere.
Wang Feng was somewhat moved, and took out three more yuan from his pocket, saying, "Don't skimp on yourself along the way."
"Thank you, Uncle! Thank you!" Qiao An accepted the money without hesitation.
Who hates money? Why not take it if it's free?
On the train back to her hometown, Qiao An leaned against the window and dozed off.
She's only 23 years old, yet she already has two children.
In my past life, I never had a boyfriend until I died.
However, one worrying thing after another happened.
The original owner had already asked someone to write a letter to Huo Jiyun about the divorce, and he must have received it long ago.
In Qiao An's memory, Huo Jiyun was tall and handsome, with deep-set eyes, a standard heartthrob.
Although we didn't spend much time together, I treated her very well, speaking softly and never getting angry.
In this day and age, if a woman gets divorced and raises two children alone, she will be criticized and ostracized.
At this stage, Qiao An doesn't want to go head-to-head with the mainstream.
I'll go back and see how to write a letter to Huo Jiyun to explain this matter.
In any case, this marriage absolutely cannot end in divorce.
After a night in a hard-seat train, we finally arrived in Yuncheng, the capital of Zhongchuan Province.
After getting off the train, I took a four-hour long-distance bus to Wanzhou County, where I transferred to a public bus.
It wasn't until 5 p.m. that Qiao An finally saw the old walnut tree at the entrance of Lianchi Village.
She sat down, leaning against the walnut tree, and rubbed her swollen feet.
Just then, a green bicycle slowly rode over from outside the village.
A messenger bag was hanging on the back of the bicycle.
Sun Xiwang worked as a postman in the town for half his life and knew almost everyone in several villages.
Seeing Joan, he waved, "Joan, here's your letter."
letter?
Could it be a reply from Huo Jiyun?
Qiao An jumped up and rushed to Sun Xiwang's car.
In Sun Xiwang's view, this means she misses her husband.
"Here you go, have someone read this letter to you when you get home."
"Oh, thank you, Uncle Sun."
Qiao An's sweet words surprised Sun Xiwang.
Qiao An is usually very quiet; you can't get a word out of him.
Now it's like he's a completely different person.
After Sun Xiwang walked away, Qiao An went around to the back of the walnut tree and opened the envelope.
The original owner of this body was illiterate, but she was a graduate of a prestigious university.
The two sheets of paper were filled with neat and powerful handwriting.
But after reading the letter, Joan immediately realized something was wrong.