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"You used to run a clothing store, and business was good, but suddenly this year you stopped and started delivering food."
"We suspect that you used the excuse of delivering food to get close to those Sanda Coaches, and along the way, she kept scolding me.
'How many times have I told you? Those things are unsanitary and can't be eaten! You just won't listen!'
When we got to the hospital, the doctor hooked me up to an IV. After a long time, I finally recovered.
From that day on, my mom never let me eat Crab Roe Rice again.
Although I often saw her bringing it home, it was always for the young ladies who helped sell clothes at the store.
I craved it but didn't dare to ask her for any; I could only watch others eat.
Looking back now, she actually always cared about me.
It's just that her way of educating me was wrong; she used the wrong approach.
I held a spoon and took bite after bite of Crab Roe Rice.
Just as I was enjoying it, someone suddenly rushed over and slapped the Crab Roe Rice out of my hand onto the floor.
I looked up to see Fu Yunmeng, my dad's current wife.
'Yue Qing, where have you hidden my son? Hand him over now!'
I coldly stared at her. 'Your son is missing, so you come looking for me? What about my daughter?'
'Your daughter ran away on her own; what does that have to do with me?'
'Your son also ran away by himself.'
Fu Yunmeng pointed at my nose and cursed, 'Your daughter is nothing but a seductive little whore. My son is a prodigy; your daughter doesn't deserve to compare with him!'
I was furious and slapped her back.
'Fu Yunmeng, if you dare to insult my daughter again, you'll regret it!'
Fu Yunmeng covered her face, disbelief written all over it.
'You... you dared to hit me?'"
"You curse me one more time, and I might just kill you!"
"Alright, everyone stop shouting."
My father approached, his expression complicated.
"Yue Qing, did you take Ran'er?"
I shook my head. "I've settled things with him. I lost my daughter, and he lost his son."
After saying that, I walked towards the police car, no longer looking at Fu Yunmeng's screams or my father's confusion.
"Yue Qing, what was your reason for killing Wei Ran?"
The officer didn't ask if I had killed him; instead, he directly inquired about the motive. It seemed they had already concluded that I was the perpetrator.
I looked at them calmly. "I did not kill him."
"In the storage room of the Zhang Family Study, we found a bloodied hammer. The blood on it belongs to Wei Ran."
I let out a cold laugh and remained silent.
"Liu Juan was bullied to death. You killed those people to avenge your daughter."
The officer's words struck a nerve within me.
"My daughter died so tragically; why didn't you arrest them back then?"
"We regret your daughter's death, but it was an accident. No one intended to harm her."
"An accident?"
Yue Qing couldn't help but shout in anger.
"My daughter was bullied and taken to a desolate area by those villains to be beaten—how is that an accident?"
"What evidence do you have for these claims?"
"My daughter saw it with her own eyes. She told me that everyone knows Wei Ran is the mastermind behind the bullying of my daughter!"
"Your daughter has been missing for over two months. We have done our best to search for her, but we have found nothing so far."
"Do you know what my daughter went through during those two months?"
Yue Qing shouted in despair, tears streaming down her face.
The police officer sighed. "Please accept our condolences; the dead cannot be brought back to life."
"Can you find my daughter?"
"We will do our best."
"Do your best, do your best. What else can you say?" I said, disappointment etched on my face.
The officer fell silent for a moment before speaking again. "We are all very sorry about Liu Juan's case, but what you are doing won't make up for any of the losses."
"We have looked into your background and know that you have had a difficult life these past years—your husband left, and you raised your daughter alone."
"Lead them out, kill them, and dispose of the bodies."
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