"Who else in the village would be able to raise one hundred yuan for you in such a short time? Qin Ye, one cannot be without a conscience!"
The onlooking villagers thought about their own poverty; indeed, they couldn’t come up with one hundred yuan... nor was it easy to borrow since their relatives were poor too!
Qin Ye, furious, sneered and was just about to snap back when a voice sounded from behind him.
"Wow, I’ve seen shameless, but never this shameless. What’s this, you benefit and still expect thanks?"
As Rong Yan spoke up, all eyes immediately turned to her, even Qin Fulin’s wife, who was kneeling down... Her expression changed in an instant upon seeing Rong Yan.
"Wife, why did you come?"
Qin Ye was somewhat surprised that his wife came here; he really hoped she would leave and didn’t want her to be bothered by these troubles.
Rong Yan scoffed, and of course, her scoff was not aimed at Qin Ye.
"If I hadn’t come, I would never have heard such a laughable matter."
She looked at the kneeling mother and son with even more scorn on her face, "A two hundred yuan job, sold to your family for only one hundred yuan, and that’s only because my father-in-law was being kind-hearted without saying you were taking advantage of the situation... This village can’t raise the money, but if the word got out, who in the town wouldn’t come running with money in hand to buy it?"
The villagers thought:...
Indeed! They didn’t have the money in the village.
But the people in the town, if they knew a job was for sale, wouldn’t they gather money overnight to buy it?
Rong Yan didn’t give Qin Fulin’s wife a chance to continue her sobbing defense.
She scoffed again, "Conscience? You actually talk about conscience with Qin Ye? A person who killed his father and bought others’ jobs for only one hundred yuan, it’s only because of Qin Ye’s naturally kind-hearted nature that he hasn’t struck you all dead. And here you have the nerve to kneel here and morally blackmail Qin Ye? You must really have a black heart!"
Everyone was stunned by her words.
What did Qin Ye’s wife mean just now? Was she saying... Qin Fulin killed Qin Ye’s father, Qin Limin?
How could that be possible!
Qin Fulin’s wife had not expected Rong Yan to actually say it out loud; she changed color, then became extremely agitated.
"...You’re talking nonsense, you’re spewing nonsense; my husband... how could he do such a thing, that’s just slander against my husband..."
Rong Yan did not like hearing this; she directly stepped forward and slapped the somewhat hysterical woman twice.
No, they absolutely cannot allow such a person to live in the same village with them.
When Qin Fulin’s wife saw everyone step back and look at her with eyes full of fear and disgust, she could not care about anything else and defended again, "My husband didn’t do such things... you’re talking nonsense..."
"The investigative methods of the police are not a joke; of course, they can find out all the atrocities committed by Qin Fulin, he is the person who deserves to die the most. This is called ’heaven’s net is wide, yet nothing escapes it’, evil begets evil; the law will not let off any evildoer."
At this point, Rong Yan’s gaze suddenly sharpened, "You arguing so vehemently on behalf of a man full of crimes... or are you saying, you’re actually Qin Fulin’s accomplice?"
The others heard the word "accomplice," and alarm spread among them, with everyone turning their angry stares towards Qin Fulin’s wife.
Hearing the word "accomplice," Qin Fulin’s wife lost her soul.
"...You’re talking nonsense, I’m not, I don’t know... I..."
Rong Yan scoffed again, "If you’re not an accomplice, then why are you pleading for a convicted criminal?"
Qin Fulin turned white with fear.
Why was she pleading? Of course, because Qin Fulin was her husband, the father of her children.

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