Reborn As Lucky Star

Chapter 133: Chapter 133 Thank You

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Ma Jinbao crawled on all fours, trembling at every crash of thunder ringing in his ears.

Pan Xiumei lay on the ground, clutching her stomach and wailing incessantly.

“My stomach, my stomach, my child.”

She had been shoved by Ma Jinbao a moment ago and now felt as though a knife was incessantly churning inside her.

Ma Jinbao knelt on the ground, knocking his head on the floor repeatedly, “Spare me, I dare not, I really dare not.”

He took all the money out of his pockets.

“This is the money that person gave me. I was possessed, Xiaofang, please spare me.”

A gust of wind whipped up the money from the ground, stark against the swirling snowflakes.

But everyone present just watched wide-eyed, not daring to step forward and scramble for it.

It was as if this were joss paper from the Underworld, and taking it would summon King Yama to claim their lives.

Yue Xiaofang’s voice was hoarse with hatred as she glared at Ma Jinbao, “Get out!”

Ma Jinbao, as if granted a pardon, helped Pan Xiumei and ran away.

Bloodstains dotted the ground, seemingly dripping from Pan Xiumei’s trousers.

After Ma Jinbao rolled away, the onlookers from Daye Village didn’t dare to linger long.

Scared witless as if they had seen a ghost, they took off running.

But one of them suddenly slipped on the ground, crashing onto a rock, and his forehead was bloodied at once.

He didn’t have time to cry out in pain, simply holding his head and running off into the distance.

Lin Chunju helped Yue Xiaofang up, her face filled with fear.

“Why would you be so rash, child? Let them talk if they have nothing better to say—your life is what’s most important.”

Zhang Ying also spoke through sobs, “If something happened to you, what would your family do? Your mother’s eyes would surely be cried blind.”

Yue Xiaofang regained some strength and hung her head in shame.

She had only been thinking of proving her innocence and had indeed forgotten about her family in that instant.

Wang Xiaoni wiped away her tears, “Let’s go home first.”

Only Yue Jiannan stood there dumbly, scooping up a handful of snow from the ground.

The snowflakes melted in his palm, the icy sensation making Yue Jiannan shiver.

Was it not a dream after all?

Had the heavens truly been watching over the Yue Family, recognizing their wrongs?

But why hadn’t they revealed themselves earlier, letting the Yue Family suffer such humiliation for over a decade?

While Yue Jiannan’s thoughts ran wild, his gaze suddenly fixed on the haystack not far away.

Behind the haystack almost half as tall as a person, a pale pink sleeve poked out.

It was the fabric Yue Xiaofang had specially bought for the two girls in the family on her last trip to the city; it was unique in Daye Village.

Yue Jiannan didn’t hesitate, rushing over immediately.

“Qingqing!”

Yue Qingqing lay half-supported behind the haystack, her small face so pale it was shocking, lips devoid of color.

No one knew when she had hidden herself there.

“It hurts,” Yue Qingqing muttered softly, leaning lightly against the haystack.

Her head felt like it was about to explode.

Yue Jiannan quickly carried the child back into the house.

“Mother, sister-in-law, come quick, what’s happened to Qingqing?”

Zhang Ying, who had just calmed down, was suddenly gripped by fear and took the child from Yue Jiannan’s arms.

Yue Qingqing tried to shake her head and say something comforting to her mother with a smile.

But her head tilted, and she fainted.

When she woke up again it was night, and the house was brightly lit by candles.

Yue Qingqing shook her head; the warm towel on her forehead slid down onto the pillow.

“Bao, you’re awake!” Zhang Ying had been sitting by the bed, holding her daughter’s hand all this time, not daring to leave.

Yue Qingqing’s headache was less severe, and she slowly sat up.

While Yue Qingqing had been unconscious, Wang Xiaoni had fetched a doctor, but he couldn’t determine the cause.

He could only speculate that she had been frightened by the day’s events.

The doctor advised the family to watch for any fever following and left after prescribing some medicine.

The family was in a frenzy, and even Yue Xiaofang couldn’t afford to be sad or upset.

Upon hearing that Qingqing was awake, Lin Chunju immediately came over and embraced her granddaughter.

“Qingqing…” Thank you.

Perhaps Lin Chunju was the only one in the family to have guessed what had happened.

She couldn’t say this thank you out loud in front of everyone, but she etched it into her heart.

Qingqing was their family’s lucky star.

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