RYEY -Chapter 338 Wailing and Crying

At the gate of the Chinese Medicine Hospital, the old caretaker hurriedly informed Cheng Qiao that Director Ye had just left. Cheng Qiao thanked him and quickly changed direction. By the time they returned home, Ye Jun was already sitting inside.

He wore a gentle smile, waiting for Cheng Qiao. Mother Li and Zhao Qijun were busy cooking, and the twins and Li Ming no longer looked worried—they were all beaming with joy.

It went without saying—they already knew that little Cheng Li had been found and were just waiting for them to return.

“Master, I’m going to Jin County now to bring little Cheng Li back.”

“Let’s go, I’m ready.”

“Eat first. Look at the time—what if we get hungry on the way?”

Mother Li was anxious. These past days, Cheng Qiao had been like a headless fly, running everywhere tirelessly, never giving up. Now that he had been found, she insisted they eat first, otherwise their bodies wouldn’t hold up.

“Mother, I won’t eat. You all eat first. I’ll have a proper meal once I bring Cheng Li back.”

Li Huan was already in the driver’s seat, holding a map and checking the route. He had a natural sense of direction and could remember it after just one glance.

Ye Jun sat in the back. Li Ming wanted to follow them but was held back by Mother Li. With his younger siblings at home, he couldn’t leave them alone.

Li Ming glanced at Zhao Qijun and the others but obediently stayed quiet. His parents were already worried enough—he wouldn’t misbehave anymore.

Li Huan carefully drove toward Jin County. Once they left Beijing, there were fewer streetlights, but fortunately, the sky was clear with a bright moon.

The moonlight illuminated the land, shining like crystal. At each important intersection, Li Huan would stop and get out to carefully check the path, fearing they might go the wrong way.

By the time the first light of dawn appeared, Li Huan’s car finally stopped at the entrance of the Jin County Public Security Bureau. He hadn’t noticed a red Hongqi car parked nearby.

Ye Jun saw it and frowned slightly. He seemed familiar with the car—it looked like a Wu family vehicle. But the Wu family lived in Beijing… how were they here?

Cheng Qiao, seeing the Jin County PSB, rushed straight inside. At the sight of the staff in white uniforms, she immediately asked about her son.

“You’re here! The little one’s tears just wouldn’t stop—I didn’t know how to comfort him.”

The officers, seeing Cheng Qiao, immediately recognized her as little Cheng Mother Li. She was truly beautiful, and little Cheng Li resembled her closely.

“Please, let me see my son quickly.”

“Follow me.”

Cheng Qiao hurried after them. Just as she reached the doorway of an office, she heard little Cheng Li crying. Wu Xiaolin’s grandparents and parents had arrived, and Wu Xiaolin was clinging to them, weeping uncontrollably.

Hearing the crying, little Cheng Li became agitated. Where were his parents and grandfather? He had escaped first—surely his parents and grandfather would know…

What started as quiet sobbing grew louder with fear, nearly drowning out Wu Xiaolin’s cries. But when he heard a familiar voice, the crying abruptly stopped.

“Mom… Mom… Mom…”

Little Cheng Li lifted his tear-filled eyes and saw the familiar figure rushing toward him. He knew his mother had come.

He threw himself into Cheng Qiao’s arms. Unable to contain the injustice and fear of the past few days, he screamed and cried with all his might—this time, his cries truly drowned out Wu Xiaolin’s.

Ye Jun and Li Huan wiped away their own tears from behind. The two men from the Wu family, despite wanting to embrace the children, had no such right and could only follow along, dabbing their eyes.

“Comrade Ye Jun, we owe you thanks. If it weren’t for your Cheng Li, we wouldn’t know when Xiaoling would have been found.”

Wu Xiaolin’s grandfather strode forward and shook Ye Jun’s hand warmly. Ye Jun was a little taken aback—this was truly the Wu family.

“Wu… sir, I didn’t expect to meet you here. But could you explain how my Cheng Li is involved with your granddaughter?”

“Ha! You still don’t know, huh? Oh right, you’re Cheng Li’s father, Li Huan, the rascal village chief of Xiangyang Village, right?”

Li Huan frowned. Village chief, yes—but a “rascal village chief”? Who was so annoying and talkative? Ye Jun felt pleased. Li Huan had gained the Wu family’s approval—his future looked promising.

“Li Huan, let me introduce you. This is the Wu family patriarch, Wu Hongxin, living on Yiquan Mountain. This is Wu Jiawei, eldest son of the Wu family, Xiaolin’s father.”

Even if Li Huan were foolish, he knew Yiquan Mountain. Gosh—he was seeing a living grand general! He felt a bit flustered.

“Grand General, I… I’m Li Huan, the rascal village chief you mentioned. What happened to my Cheng Li?”

Director Yang came over, shaking hands with Ye Jun and Li Huan in turn. He briefly explained that, with Cheng Li’s help, they had destroyed a human trafficking ring and rescued more than a dozen children.

Ye Jun and Li Huan looked at little Cheng Li, still crying, and felt immense pride. This was his son—his own eldest son.

At just eight years old, he had faced danger unflinchingly, repeatedly outsmarted others, and helped the authorities rescue kidnapped children.

And Wu Xiaolin—they had helped each other in the traffickers’ den, one shielding against knives, the other kneeling in support—a pair of brave and clever children indeed.

“What? Your head hit the wall? Let mommy check if it’s okay.”

“What? Your shoulder was kicked? Let mommy see if it’s fine.”

The mothers, still crying, were shocked to hear their children had been beaten by traffickers. Cheng Qiao placed her fingers on little Cheng Li’s pulse.

Without needing the Wu family to speak, Ye Jun checked Wu Xiaolin’s pulse. Director Yang felt uneasy—he had forgotten to bring the children to a hospital. If something had happened, it would have been his oversight.

“Son, you have a blood clot in your head. It’s absorbing on its own now. Don’t get excited. Here, drink some water.”

Cheng Qiao took a military water flask from her backpack. The water had been upgraded—it contained traces of golden spiritual energy.

Little Cheng Li thought for a moment, then brought the flask to Wu Xiaolin. “Xiaolin, I love drinking water. You should drink some too.”

Wu Xiaolin, eyes swollen from crying and throat sore, quickly took the flask and drank. After two sips, she looked at Cheng Li in surprise.

Cheng Li felt a little flustered. Although he couldn’t remember before age three, he knew his mother had secrets. He anxiously looked at Cheng Qiao.

“Drink up. I added herbs to calm the mind and some sugar, so it tastes a little sweet, right?”

Wu Hongxin’s eyes flickered as he secretly glanced at Cheng Qiao, saying nothing.