An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 195 "He is my son".

Chu Yao stared blankly at the photo on the announcement, not looking away for a long time. She didn't notice that the person next to her was staring at a string of numbers on the paper with gleaming eyes, counting the zeros one by one with his fingers.

Suddenly, a grayish-blue color appeared in her field of vision, and a hand waved in front of her. Chu Yao turned her head and saw it was the woman who had led the group over earlier, smiling at her. "Comrade soldier, I can't read. Can you help me figure out what these words mean?"

Following her finger, Chu Yao saw "Reward Amount: 2000 yuan". Her heart suddenly clenched. The woman's focus unexpectedly pierced her already fragile nerves and swept away her precarious rationality.

Chu Yao closed her eyes weakly and shook her head wearily.

I could faintly hear the murmurs fading into the distance: "He looks like a cultured person, but he can't read like me."

Not long after, a woman in a blue jacket pulled an old man carrying a birdcage over from somewhere, her tone slightly anxious: "Can you help me figure out what this line of text means?"

The old man, with his gray hair, took out a pair of reading glasses from his breast pocket, put them on, bent down to look closely, and read out the words one by one: "A reward of 1000 yuan will be given for providing clues, and a reward of 2000 yuan will be given for verifying and assisting in the arrest."

As soon as she finished speaking, Chu Yao heard a crisp sound of two palms clapping together, as if the owner was slapping someone with a sense of accomplishment, as if to say, "I knew it, just as I thought."

The old man mistakenly thought the woman was clapping and cheering for him, and before leaving, he added, "I already told you I can read, but you still don't believe me. When I was young, I worked at a private school and audited countless classes."

His words were full of pride, and after saying that, he picked up his birdcage and strode away.

Faced with the same announcement, people reacted in different ways, as if this small world had been divided into an open-air theater of human nature, strangely harmonious yet distinctly different. Some were devastated, weeping uncontrollably; some appeared calm on the surface, but were inwardly turbulent; some remained indifferent, not paying much attention to the piece of paper, illustrating the most ordinary reactions of ordinary people.

However, some people who are illiterate can still keenly perceive hidden "business opportunities".

The woman in the blue jacket understood the contents of the notice and then remembered to help the person on the ground. "Oh dear, Second Sister-in-law, why are you still sitting on the ground? It's cold on the ground, please get up."

Seeing that she couldn't help him up, she stopped insisting and instead began to persuade him: "Second sister-in-law, things have already come to this point, crying won't do any good. If you ask me, you have to start planning for your and Yingzi's future."

I just checked, and the highest reward on this wanted poster is 2000 yuan! That's 2000 yuan!

Listen to me, if your Zhengzi sneaks back one day, keep him there and have Yingzi come to my house to deliver a message. I'll have my husband go to town to report it to the police. After that, we'll split the money 50/50 between our two families.

Second sister-in-law, I know you have a soft heart, and Zhengzi is also my nephew, but since he has already done such a heinous thing, you can't blame us for being heartless. In other words, we are still contributing to social order.

"Once we get the money, you can use it to raise Yingzi well. There's still hope for the future. Just pretend you never had this son."

The people on the ground remained immersed in grief, unmoved. Seeing this, Lan'aozi assumed that she was dissatisfied with the distribution plan, so she reluctantly conceded, saying, "How about this, Second Sister-in-law, your family gets the lion's share, 60/40, how about that?" Such is the coldness of the world, and how subtle and complex the human heart is. Even if they are connected by blood, after the initial unacceptability and heartbreak, they will gradually calm down, then take out their abacuses and start calculating, carefully considering how to maximize the remaining value of their loved ones.

In just a few seconds, the man in the blue coat took another step back: "Seventy-three is acceptable, isn't it?"

Chu Yao couldn't bear to listen anymore; she couldn't bear to hear another word. Just as she was about to turn and leave, she heard a piercing, shrill "Get out!" The woman in the blue coat was violently pushed away and fell to the ground.

"My son isn't that kind of person!" As if she had used all her strength to roar out this sentence, the next second, Jiang Zheng's mother fainted, and with a dull "thud," her head slammed straight onto the cement ground.

……

Chu Yao stood by the bedside. Although the woman in front of him had her eyes closed, he could still tell that she had very beautiful features and looked somewhat similar to him.

When Jiang's mother woke up, she found herself lying on a single bed, covered with a blanket, with her feet seemingly propped up on something.

But none of these are the most important things. The most important thing is that a young girl in a white shirt is standing by the bed, looking at her.

"Who are you?" Jiang's mother's voice was extremely hoarse.

“I am a medic in the army. I happened to find you unconscious in the square. I roughly judged it to be neurotic shock. I asked someone nearby to help take you to the guesthouse across the square to rest for a while.”

"Thank you, young lady. I'm fine. How much would it cost to book a room here? I'll pay you."

Chu Yao shook her head, then hesitated before asking, "Then... is that your son in the photo?"

Upon hearing this question, Jiang's mother's face stiffened for a moment. She looked away from the girl helplessly and nodded gently, "Yes, he is my son."

Chu Yao wanted to ask something more, but before she could speak, Jiang's mother spoke first, asking, "Comrade soldier, are you trying to find out about him from me?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Yao neither nodded nor shook her head.

Jiang's mother continued speaking to herself: "I am a Party member, and I will never cover up for my son. If he really did such a heinous thing, he should be punished by law."

But I really haven't heard from him. He went to university in another city and never came back. The last time I heard from him was from a villager who had just been released from prison. He said he thought he had seen my son in prison.

But whether this is true or not is unknown.