Two generations of military wives compete for time

Chapter 271 Hateful People Must Suffer Miserable Suffering

Li Baoguo said to his sister, "We will give the old woman and Dong Naifa three days to repay the loan. If they don't pay, we will go to court. You stay at home and watch over our father for the next two days to see what tricks they come up with."

On the afternoon of the third day, Li's father's mistress tiptoed and pushed open the gate of Li's father's old house. She listened and looked around. The house was quiet, so she pushed open the door of Li's father's bedroom as if she was familiar with the place.

Father Li closed his eyes and said, "What are you doing here? Hurry up and give my money to my daughter, not a cent less. I heard that you have been given three days to hand it over. If you don't hand it over, you and your son will go to jail."

"Mr. Li, I brought the passbook and the money, but 6,000 yuan of it was used by my son to buy a motorcycle. I can't come up with the money right now. Can you please plead for me and wait a few more days?" pleaded Mr. Li's mistress.

Father Li was silent for a while and then said, "I have no say on this matter. Wait a minute, my daughter will come to bring me dinner, you can talk to her."

Li Baoguo's sister came with a basket to bring food to his father. When she walked into the yard, she heard voices in her father's room. She immediately became alert and stood quietly under the windowsill outside the door, listening to the conversation inside the house.

About five minutes later, Li Baoguo's sister touched the food in the basket and knew that it would get cold if she didn't eat it. She didn't listen any more and pushed the door open angrily.

"You, shameless old woman, stop trying to get money from my father. You've already squeezed him dry. He's sick now and can't take care of himself. Why don't you give up?

Hurry up and bring back the money you took away. My brother said that not a cent can be less. It's due tomorrow. If you don't pay it back, you and your son will go to jail the day after tomorrow. Get lost." Li Baoguo's sister became more and more angry.

Li's mistress put the passbook and some money on the table. Li Baoguo's sister checked the passbook and began to count the money. Li's mistress said embarrassedly, "There is still 6,000 yuan left. My son used it to buy a motorcycle. I asked him to pay it back, but he refused. Wait a day. I will ask my husband for the money right away." After that, she hurriedly ran out of Li's old house in disgrace.

After leaving the house, Li's mistress wiped away her tears. She didn't want her only son to go to jail, so she ran all the way to the bus and went to her husband who lived in an old house in the suburbs for help.

Li Baoguo's sister angrily packed up the passbook and money, and found her son's math book and pencil from another bedroom. She recorded the passbook and money she received today in the math book.

Then he brought the food in the basket to the simple wooden cabinet beside his father's bed, and placed two steamed buns, a bowl of fried potatoes with meat, a bowl of corn porridge, chopsticks and a spoon on the bowl.

He also placed the thermos, cup, and medicines for treating hemiplegia on the simple wooden cabinet beside the bed.

"Eat quickly. Put the dishes on the cupboard after you finish eating. You can clean them up when I come to deliver breakfast tomorrow morning. I have a lot of things waiting to be done at home. I'm leaving now." Li Baoguo's sister said as she walked out the door.

He closed the door and the yard gate for Li's father, got on the tricycle and went straight to the vegetable market to set up a stall and buy ingredients for tomorrow morning's breakfast.

Father Li picked up the corn porridge with his right hand and took a sip. It was warm, and he drank it in one gulp because his left hand and left foot were paralyzed and he could not move.

I could only use my right hand to pick up a piece of food and put it in my mouth, put down my chopsticks, and then use my right hand to pick up the steamed bun and put it in my mouth. Since my mouth could not be closed tightly, food often leaked out of my mouth, making my body and bed covered with rice crumbs.

Li's mistress came to her husband's old house in the suburbs and met her husband, whom she had not seen for many years. She said humbly, "I'm begging you this time. Please give me 6,000 yuan for emergency use. There is only one day left to save our son. If you don't pay the money tomorrow, both mother and son will go to jail."

Dong Naifa's father looked at his wife coldly, busy with his own work, and ignored the woman who had been cheating on him for more than 20 years and swore never to have any contact with him again.

Li's father's mistress cried and complained incessantly about how she had taken Li's father's money and how it was squandered by her son. Now she was really desperate and begged her son's biological father to give her 6,000 yuan to avoid her son's imprisonment.

"You shameless woman, you still have the nerve to come back to me? Go to hell. I have no money. God has eyes. You will suffer the consequences if you commit evil. Get out of here." Dong Naifa's father said angrily.

"You stinky woman, how dare you come back? Go away, go away. You are not welcome in our home. It is bad luck to see you." said Grandma Dong Naifa.

"Mom, your grandson is going to jail. Please save him quickly. He owes someone 6,000 yuan. If you pay him back today, he won't have to go to jail. I beg you." Li's mistress said while choking.

"Let's go, let's go! Look at this shack we live in, does it look like a family with 6,000 yuan? We have no money. No matter how hard you try, no matter how much you cry and beg, you still have no money. Let's go!" said Dong Naifa's grandmother.

Li's mistress dragged her tired body back to her son's house. It was already past ten o'clock in the evening. She knocked on the door, but no one opened it. She took out the key, but the door wouldn't open. She walked around again to make sure she didn't go to the wrong door, so she had to sit on the floor and wait for her son's family to open the door for her.

Li's mistress ran around all day but got nothing. She didn't eat lunch or dinner. She was hungry and tired. She leaned limply against the door frame of her son's house and fell into a deep sleep.

At six o'clock the next morning, an old man who got up early for a morning jog found the old woman curled up on the ground, motionless. He knocked on Dong Naifa's door, but there was no answer. He quickly ran home, picked up the phone, and dialed the 120 emergency number.

The 120 ambulance arrived downstairs of Dong Naifa's house with the sirens of "Aiya, aiya." All the people in the entire residential building were awakened. They went out to see whose family had an emergency patient.

Neighbors upstairs and downstairs were talking about it: "The son of this family is too unfilial. First he kicked the old man out of the house. I heard that the old man is his stepfather, and this building was bought by his stepfather."

"Not long after he drove his stepfather away, he drove his own mother away too. This son of his is really a piece of shit."

"I heard that the stepfather's pension was quite high, but the stepson took the money, squandered it all, and refused to return it. The stepfather's children took him to court. The good days of this old lady and her son's family are over."

Dong Naifa heard the noise outside the door, so he got up, dressed, and went to see what was going on. His wife stopped him and said, "Don't go out. I heard your mother knocking on the door last night. I thought if I didn't open the door for her, she would leave after a while. Who would have thought that she slept outside the door all night? It's really annoying, hum."

"What? You didn't open the door for me last night! Why didn't I hear anyone knocking on the door?" Dong Naifa said angrily.

"You were drunk when you came home last night and couldn't hear the knock on the door. That's normal," said Dong Naifa's wife.

Dong Naifa's son and daughter said: "I heard grandma knocking on the door, but mom wouldn't let me open the door for her."