The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 159 Sequel (Part 1)

As passerby A watched the commotion involving the American police on the main road, Zhao Xiaochui got into the car.

Passerby A looked at him and tentatively asked, "Back to the border?"

Zhao Xiaochui did not answer, but reached out his hand to him.

“Well, the Labor Bureau called,” Passerby A explained. “A decision has been made domestically—no matter who is involved in Sister Chen’s case, no one will be let off the hook.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiaochui simply nodded, still extending his hand expressionlessly.

"Are you really going? The place where those people live is very secure," Passerby A said helplessly, pulling out a file folder. "Judging from the Labor Bureau's opinion, you should be quite important. If you ask me..."

"Brother~"

Zhao Xiaochui interrupted the passerby in a low voice: "Except for Fatty, the entire Chen and Shen families are dead."

"The plans and actions of that year, the plans and actions of today, and all those bounty funds—since you like everything so much to be neat and tidy, then I'll make them all neat and tidy."

"Otherwise, wouldn't the elders of the two families below be too lonely?"

"..." Passerby A stared at him, trembling as he asked, "How many days?"

"Three days."

"Okay, I'll send you out of the country in three days!"

…………

7 month 30 day.

As dawn broke, the streets and alleys of Fatou were already awake.

At the entrance of the alley, a breakfast stall set up its oil fryer, and golden fried dough sticks sizzled and rolled in the hot oil, the aroma of wheat mixed with the fragrance of beans wafting far and wide.

The proprietress, wearing an apron, poured gravy over two bowls of steaming tofu pudding, placed four fried dough sticks on a tray, and, suppressing a smile, served them to an elderly person and a child sitting at a small table nearby.

Old Qin and Yangyang, who had just been discharged from the hospital, had bandages on their heads. They put a few drops of chili oil on their lips and slurped it down, occasionally breaking off half a fried dough stick to soak in the broth. The fried dough stick, soaked in the broth, was soft yet crispy, and their mouths were glistening with oil.

The officer in the white shirt from the Chaoyang branch packed a bunch of breakfast items, glanced at the old man and the young man, and had a complicated expression.

He secretly paid the bill for the two of them, then took the breakfast back to Fatou Police Station in the white shirt.

Chen Guifen woke up last night, and Shen Yan handed over all the surveillance footage from that night.

So, wearing a white shirt, I worked with my colleagues from another unit all night.

After breakfast, the man in the white shirt followed Lei Zhen into the interrogation room, the last one...

They still haven't figured out how to deal with this... weirdo.

"Wang Jianlian".

"To!"

Yangyang's stepmother finally got her wish and witnessed the iron fist of the government.

At this moment, he was no longer arrogant in the face of Zhao Xiaochui, and looked cowardly.

Why was it later than usual that day when you were breaking the flowerpots?

When Lei Zhen asked the question, the woman in the white shirt involuntarily glanced at him. What was the question?
Wang Jianlian replied tremblingly, "Reporting to the government, I was asleep that day."

White shirt: "..."

Lei Zhen: "..."

Lei Zhen: "So?"

Wang Jianlian: "I was woken up by a lot of banging outside. I was annoyed, so I just threw it out."

Lei Zhen is fine now. This woman is the one who finished up the work for the Security Bureau. After confirming the situation, all that's left is the white shirt.

“Although you hit a criminal,” the man in the white shirt said, looking at her, “the civil compensation you should receive… never mind, you’re fine now. Zhao Xiaochui’s easygoing driving will cover it for you. You can go now.”

The man in the white shirt waved his hand dismissively, as if to shoo people away.

Wang Jianlian felt as if he had been granted a pardon and, led by the uniformed officer, ran all the way out of the gate of Fatou Police Station.

At the door, she bumped into Old Qin and his son.

"You little brat, did you change the flowerpot? It's so damn heavy, it almost hurt my back."

"..."

No one answered. The father and son, who had enjoyed the hero treatment, were in high spirits. Old Qin, whose head was bandaged, immediately hit someone, and Yangyang, whose head was bandaged, immediately bit someone.

"Holy crap, murder! Help!"

Along with the throngs of uniformed officers emerging from Fatou Police Station, several special police vehicles quietly drove past the women, elderly people, and children who were engaged in a fight.

…………

In an illegally constructed shack in Fatou.

Ma Jinfang's breakfast was also tofu pudding and fried dough sticks, but because there were distinguished guests at home, she also splurged on a tea egg. The distinguished guest was a foolish woman.

From the moment she was brought here, that silly woman seemed to have lost her soul, letting her do whatever she wanted.

However, considering that she was the master's guest, Ma Jinfang had no choice but to help her wash up, feed her, and coax her to sleep.

Since the master couldn't be seen, Ma Jinfang had to take good care of her.

Yu Xiaoning has been numb these past few days.

She still hasn't recovered from the shock.

She would rather be stabbed to death than be upside down in a garbage can of swill!

These past few days, she, who has always been pampered since childhood, seems to have lost her soul, thinking of nothing and doing nothing.

She was afraid of what she had thought or done, and she recalled the terrifying experience of being upside down in a bucket of swill.

then……

"Ugh~"

"Bang~"

As Yu Xiaoning vomited, countless special agents burst through the door, pointing weapons at Ma Jinfang, who was shielding Yu Xiaoning with her outstretched arms.

"..."

The scene was a little awkward. The special agents exchanged glances, then slowly put away their weapons and neatly withdrew outside.

After a while, the special operations leader walked in with a conflicted expression.

It's no wonder he was conflicted; it wasn't until last night, when he casually handed over the surveillance footage, that they understood what had happened.

The ultimate purpose of that major traffic accident was to save lives.

The special operations leader was at a loss for words.

They also ran into some problems. As the big boss said, before blaming others, they should blame themselves first!
"Director Yu, it's time to go back. The big boss is getting impatient."

When Yu Xiaoning saw the familiar faces, her eyes gradually lit up. It took her a while to react before she slowly nodded.

However, her body remained seated and motionless, as was her habit.

"Are you leaving?"

Ma Jinfang snapped out of her daze and stopped acting like a mother hen protecting her chicks. Instead, she hurriedly packed her things and pushed the special operations leader out the door.

"I've washed your precious clothes and even used mothballs to fumigate them. Go change into them quickly."

Yu Xiaoning quietly let her do as she pleased, feeling no gratitude; she just wanted to bite her!

Unfortunately, there was no reason.

After several days of rambling, she learned that this woman was fortunate enough to be healed by Zhao Xiaochui. Her personal situation: illiterate, having escaped the shadow of half a lifetime of domestic violence with her daughter's help, and having just taken control of her own life...

"Take this good food with you. I originally wanted to save it for my granddaughter, but I've saved up quite a bit of money, so I'll buy her some fresh food next time."

Yu Xiaoning looked at the snacks stuffed into her arms—Oreos that had expired three months ago and Prince Milk that had expired more than half a year ago.

"Ma Jinfang!"

Just then, an unfamiliar voice came from outside the door, "You are involved in a major traffic accident and fled the scene. Please come with us."

For some reason, the person only said one sentence and did not come in.

"Oh, wait a minute."

After tidying up Yu Xiaoning, Ma Jinfang calmed down and her expression returned to normal.

Seeing Yu Xiaoning's puzzled expression, she explained softly:
“I wouldn’t have lived to this day otherwise. I was lucky enough to meet a master who said that if I work and earn money properly, I can live to be a hundred years old!”

"Trading a few years in prison for this is a huge win."

"..."

Yu Xiaoning still wanted to bite her!

"Aunt Ma..."

For the first time in days, Yu Xiaoning spoke. She looked at Ma Jinfang with a complex expression, sometimes gritting her teeth, sometimes smiling. After a long while, she finally managed to utter a complete sentence:
"I'll come see you again when I'm done with my work."

"No need to look, no need to look!"

Ma Jinfang shook her head repeatedly, with an expression that said, "I know everything: the place I'm going to stay in from now on is unlucky, so don't go there."

Would Yu Xiaoning allow her savior to stay in such a place?

She finally lost her temper and pointed outwards like an aircraft carrier commander:
"go!"

Ma Jinfang rushed out the door and got into the police car.

(End of this chapter)