Chapter 216: Chapter 216: Chen Meihua Regrets Having Them!
Overwhelming anxiety surged like a tide in Tong Yunrou’s heart, nearly causing her to collapse to the ground.
Tong Yunrou’s expression shifted unpredictably, “You’re calling my mother by her name?”
Looking at Bai Chuwei’s face, unchanged from twenty years ago, Tong Yunrou’s heart pounded violently, giving rise to an even more absurd and terrifying possibility—
If Bai Chuwei could remain unchanged after twenty years, what about thirty years, forty years?
Bai Chuwei strolled leisurely toward Tong Yunrou, lifting her slender index finger to press against her forehead.
In an instant, scenes Tong Yunrou had never seen flashed before her eyes, one after another, as if a movie were rewinding crazily!
Forty years ago, a young Chen Meihua, in tattered clothes and barefoot, ran wildly through the woods. Her sweat soaked through her garments, and her feet, bloodied from broken skin, hurt with every step as she kept looking back while running.
Behind her, the village folks looked like fierce demons and evil spirits, chasing her madly with all kinds of farming tools in hand.
Just as Chen Meihua was about to give in to despair, a white figure appeared before her, carrying a small basket on her back as if gathering herbs, like suddenly encountering a fairy. In desperation, Chen Meihua yelled, “Save me, Little Fairy, save me—”
The young girl turned her head, her mountain-like clear, blue eyes lightly furrowed, her voice ethereal and otherworldly: “What a hassle.”
The images whirled past feverishly, and Tong Yunrou saw her young mother follow the girl down the mountain and successfully escape from the remote mountain area where a human trafficker had sold her.
The scene shifted again:
Looking at Chen Meihua, who had nowhere to go, the young girl suddenly said with a beaming smile, “I’ll give you ten thousand yuan. If you can make a fortune in the future, then pay me back a thousandfold, a hundredfold. What do you say?”
She saw her mother, hands shaking, accepting the thick wad of banknotes, kneeling on the ground to kowtow to the young girl.
Bai Chuwei withdrew her hand, watching Tong Yunrou’s pale face with interest, her fragrant tongue lightly sweeping across the roof of her mouth, and asked in a lingering tone, “Is this the favor Chen Meihua owed me from those years ago?”
Tong Yunrou could no longer hold on, her legs gave way, and she plunked down onto the ground. She stared blankly ahead, with the influx of new information nearly causing her brain to burst!
What about her mother sponsoring poor students?
What about Bai Chu’s family and her mother working together to make money?
Forty years ago, her mother’s escape from the deep mountains was thanks to the chance encounter with Bai Chuwei, who was gathering herbs. Her mother was able to become rich and powerful, becoming one of the leading businesswomen in Haicheng, all because of the ten thousand yuan Bai Chuwei had given her.
Forty years ago, ten thousand yuan was almost equivalent to millions now; even a Siheyuan compound in the Imperial Capital wouldn’t cost more than five thousand yuan at that time!
It was all because of Bai Chuwei…
Tong Yunrou suddenly realized that it was never her mother who helped Bai Chuwei; instead, her mother had always been on the receiving end of Bai Chuwei’s generosity.
No wonder, no wonder her mother would go to the bank to transfer money every year, rain or shine… ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novｅlfire.net
But they never took it seriously.
With Chen Meihua’s death, they hadn’t transferred a single yuan in the past ten years!
They had been in debt for ten years…
Bai Chuwei didn’t bother with Tong Yunrou and walked to the windowsill. With one hand behind her back and the other caressing a bird’s head leisurely, she asked with interest, “Miss Tong, what do you think Chen Meihua would feel if she knew, from down below?”
Tong Yunrou felt a chill throughout her body; her blood nearly frozen.
If her mother knew from down below, the most likely possibility was—