RYEY -Chapter 339 So Much Money

“Doctor Ye, how is my daughter? Was she seriously hurt? Are there any aftereffects?”

Ye Jun smiled slightly. With his apprentice’s elixir, even if her body had been beaten to shreds, she could be fully healed—let alone just soft tissue bruises.

“I didn’t bring the medicinal wine, but when you go home, have someone apply it to the areas that were kicked, rub it in well to disperse the bruising. Also, she has suffered some shock, so let her relax mentally for a while.”

“All right, all right, thank you, Doctor Ye.”

Wu Xiaolin’s mother, Wang Ling, was extremely grateful. She wanted to pay for the treatment, but it felt a bit inappropriate. At that awkward moment, Wu Xiaolin spoke up:

“Mom, I want to go to Cheng Li’s house to play.”

“Ah… to play…”

Wang Ling hadn’t fully processed this yet and didn’t know whether to agree. After all, her daughter had been missing for nearly ten days, and she was still worried about letting her out of sight.

“All right, Xiaolin, you must behave at Cheng Li’s house. Don’t be naughty, okay?”

The Wu family patriarch smiled, looking at little Cheng Li with affection. If the regulations didn’t forbid arranged child marriages, he would have suggested a match between Cheng Qiao, Li Huan, and a child bride already.

“Thank you, Grandpa. I’ll be good.”

Seeing Wu Xiaolin finish her drink, little Cheng Li quickly grabbed the water bottle and gulped down a few swigs. Just as he put it down, Wu Hongxin walked over and held out her hand:

“Cheng Li, Grandpa Wu is thirsty too. Can I have a sip?”

Cheng Li’s heart skipped a beat, and he clutched the bottle tightly. Cheng Qiao sighed silently; she had been too anxious and excited, but what was meant to happen would happen.

“No, I haven’t had enough yet.”

Just as Cheng Qiao was about to nod in agreement, little Cheng Li lifted the bottle to his mouth and drank again, leaving Grandpa Wu feeling a bit awkward.

Director Yang wanted to slap himself. The Wu patriarch and Ye Jun had been here so long—how had no one thought to brew a couple of teapots? He quickly instructed his men to prepare some.

When the tea arrived, Wu Hongxin picked up the cup, slightly disappointed. He knew his granddaughter too well—this little girl had never seen anything really good before.

Yet just a few sips of water had elicited such an astonished expression, proving that there was something special about it. And little Cheng Li’s face had turned pale with shock.

Cheng Qiao explained about the calming herbs and sugar in the water, but it was like declaring, “See, there’s nothing to hide!” Clearly, Ye Jun had developed a new medicinal formula but was keeping it secret.

This wouldn’t do. With war ahead and many casualties, if this fast-healing medicine could be delivered to the military, it would be a great benefit to the nation.

So, when Wu Xiaolin asked to go to Cheng Li’s house, he didn’t hesitate to agree, hoping the little girl would be clever enough to find out about the Ye family’s situation.

Little Cheng Li whispered something in Cheng Qiao’s ear. She smiled and nodded, then looked at Director Yang, signaling him to bring out the woman who had bought her son.

Director Yang immediately understood and quickly called the internal line. Ten minutes later, a woman with a listless expression walked in.

Seeing little Cheng Li, her face flushed with excitement as she rushed forward: “Son, you got the police to release me, didn’t you? Such a good boy! Come, go home with me.”

Little Cheng Li pulled away forcefully, taking a few steps back, and held Cheng Qiao’s hand: “I already have a mother. This is my mother—my real mother. And my father and grandfather are here too.”

Only then did the woman notice all the people staring at her. Her courage crumbled instantly, and her gaze dimmed.

But when her eyes met Cheng Qiao’s, she suddenly understood why the child refused to be her son—one was a celestial being in the sky, the other just mud on the ground.

“Hello, sister. Thank you for saving my son and keeping him safe. Take this money. If you ever want to adopt a child, I can take you to the orphanage.”

Cheng Qiao handed over a thick bundle of large black bills, worth at least a few thousand. The woman suddenly remembered what little Cheng Li had told her: that if she returned him home, his mother would give her money.

“No, no, I… I’ve made a mistake.”

“Take it. Without your help, I don’t know if my son could have returned to me.”

Though this woman had committed the crime of human trafficking, she had been a benefactor to little Cheng Li’s destiny. Gratitude was deserved.

Wang Ling also realized that if it weren’t for this woman guiding them, they might not have been able to rescue Xiaolin. But she had come in such a hurry that she hadn’t brought money. Her eyes turned to her husband.

Wu Jiawei understood immediately. He ran outside, opened the car door, and took out a leather bag, pulling three thousand yuan from it—the entire amount he had brought.

“Here. Thank you for guiding us and saving my daughter. If you want a child, like Cheng Mother Li said, you can adopt one from the orphanage.”

“I have a child here. You can adopt him from their family—a six-year-old boy, a war hero’s orphan. No elders at home, living off the village chief’s and his father’s compensation.”

Wu Hongxin suddenly remembered a conversation with old subordinates about orphans of martyrs. They had originally planned to send money and grain, and now the timing was perfect.

“Really? Is it a boy or a girl?”

“A boy, six years old. He can wash and cook by himself. He receives 15 yuan in monthly compensation, enough for two people to live on. But you must promise—if you take the child, do not abuse him, or you’ll be punished for both crimes.”

Hearing about the monthly 15 yuan, the woman’s eyes lit up like twenty-watt bulbs. Her mind had already abandoned thoughts of Cheng Li.

But hearing about punishment for both crimes, Wu Hongxin exuded a sense of righteousness that made the woman nod repeatedly, her selfishness disappearing entirely.

“Your home is in Hexi, right? Go home first. In a few days, someone will deliver the child to you. The household registration will be transferred, and you will sign the adoption certificate. Then, you too will have a son.”

“Thank you, thank you.”

The woman thanked them repeatedly, leaving without so much as a glance at little Cheng Li. Cheng Qiao finally relaxed completely.

“Let’s go have breakfast. The children are hungry, and today it’s on me.”

With this matter resolved, the Wu patriarch felt a weight lift from his heart. He now had a plan—to find suitable guardians for the martyrs’ orphans, carefully selecting them.