sbdcsierra Chapter 82 My Mom Was a Literary Master in the 1990s
Chapter 82 My Mom Was a Literary Master in the 1990s
"What? What did Yang Cuihua do wrong?"
"Didn't you hear what the police said? Yang Cuihua had financial dealings with the murderer."
"How dare Yang Cuihua be so bold?"
"Sigh, I told you Yang Cuihua wasn't a good person, she never even looks at people properly."
Yang Cuihua on stage was so frightened that she collapsed onto the stage.
"Cuihua, how come you're connected to a murderer?"
Yang Cuihua's husband, Wang Jianquan, rushed onto the stage with a loud shout.
After going up, he looked at the police on both sides and smiled helplessly.
"Boss, is there some misunderstanding? My wife isn't that kind of person."
"Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, we'll find out by going to the bureau."
After saying that, the two men carried Yang Cuihua away, leaving Wang Jianquan anxiously pacing back and forth.
Turning around and seeing her son's frightened expression, she hurried downstairs.
He grabbed Wang Shi and led him to an open space to the side.
"Son, do you know what's wrong with your mother?"
Seeing Wang Shi trembling and silent, Wang Jianquan became anxious.
"Speak up, do you really want your mother to go in?"
"Dad, I... I know all too well. It's just that once Mom gave someone fifty yuan to teach Gu Xiuyuan a lesson."
"But I didn't know he was a murderer."
Why did your mother do that?
Wang Shi looked indignant after hearing this.
"It's all Gu Xiuyuan's mother's fault for ruining our plans and preventing me from going to the city to study. She did it because she was angry."
Wang Shi held his father's hand, his face pleading.
"Dad, please save Mom. She just wanted to scare Gu Xiuyuan, she didn't mean anything by it."
“Oh, what a mess this is, son. Go home first, and Dad will think of something.”
Wang Jianquan sighed. There was nothing he could do; the deed was done, so he had to find a solution first.
The father and son are gone, but the villagers, the performers and leaders of the art troupe are still here.
But with this incident, the performance couldn't continue, and the art troupe had no choice but to stop performing and return to the county town.
“Old Wang, I always get priority to come to Wangjia Village every year. What kind of mess is this? Such a heinous case has occurred. I might not be able to get my application approved next year.”
Village Chief Wang looked very grim; he hadn't expected Yang Cuihua to cause such a big problem.
But what could we do? We could only apologize to the leaders of the art troupe and hope that they could come again next year.
There are very few entertainment options in the countryside, and this kind of performance was something I had to swallow my pride and beg for.
Well, I'm getting old, and there are some things I probably can't control anymore.
After watching the art troupe leave, Village Chief Wang sighed and shook his head, fearing that next year would be uncertain.
Village Chief Wang was feeling down when he saw Si Yan and her son. His eyes lit up immediately. Luckily, one of them was a promising person.
"Siyan, I heard from them that your article is going to be published in the provincial newspaper, is that true?"
"The manuscript has been approved, and the specific publication date is in the next few days, but I'm not entirely sure."
Si Yan replied calmly.
“That’s great! This is wonderful. Tell me which issue it’s in, and I’ll buy it and show it to the kids in the village so they can learn from you.”
Village Chief Wang's previously furrowed brows finally relaxed.
“Village chief, this is nothing special. If you want to see it, I’ll bring you a copy when it comes out.”
Village Chief Wang usually takes good care of Si Yan and her son, so Si Yan is willing to give him face.
Si Yan chatted with the village chief for a while before taking Gu Xiuyuan home.
After washing up, the mother and son rested.
After all, Si Yan has to go to the county town early tomorrow morning.
I've already accepted the challenge, so I can't possibly not even know how to submit my work.
Yang Cuihua initially held onto a glimmer of hope, but she was just a rural woman; how strong could her mental fortitude be?
In just over an hour, she admitted to having made a money deal with the murderer, but she vehemently denied that she had hired someone to kill him.
"Officer Li, I just wanted to scare him. Besides, he took the money and didn't even do anything, and this is what happened. I know I was wrong, please let me go this time."
Yang Cuihua smiled ingratiatingly.
But the police officer in front of her didn't give her a friendly look at all.
How can someone who harbors such malicious thoughts towards a child be considered innocent?
"Do you know that he committed murder?"
"Officer Li, I really don't know."
Yang Cuihua hurriedly replied that although she did not understand the law, this matter was definitely not something she could talk about.
"No, you know. Not only do you know, you also provided your old house to the other party to live in."
"Furthermore, you gave him fifty yuan as a reward. I've investigated; you don't have a job, and your husband earns less than two hundred yuan a month. You actually spent fifty yuan just to let him discipline a child?"
Upon hearing Officer Li's words, Yang Cuihua's eyes darted around, and she clearly became flustered.
"Don't take any chances. Even if this person didn't harm the child, you've still committed the crime of harboring a criminal."
After saying that, Officer Li stood up, took the documents, and left the interrogation room.
Yang Cuihua panicked and tried to reach out to pull the police officer away, but she couldn't stop him in time; he had already walked away.
The next day, when Si Yan went to the county town to run errands, Yang Cuihua was still being held at the police station.
Ke Siyan didn't care at all, because in her eyes Yang Cuihua was nothing more than a clown.
Si Yan found Zhao Yu and asked her about the competition in Taipei.
"So I just need to submit my work to this address, right?"
"Yes, you can see the time and word count requirements are written here. The word count requirement is 50,000 words, and the deadline is the 30th of this month."
To make sure Si Yan could see it clearly, Zhao Yu deliberately moved the newspaper closer to Si Yan.
"Okay, I understand. Thank you for your help."
"No trouble at all. I'm the one who caused this mess. If I hadn't been showing off in front of him, you wouldn't be in this situation."
Zhao Yu touched his head sheepishly.
Seeing Zhao Yu's guilty look, Si Yan stood up and gently patted Zhao Yu's shoulder.
"Alright, what's the big deal? Besides, participating in the competition and getting to know more literary and artistic writers is also a good thing for me."
"After all, one cannot be complacent when it comes to writing; one must go out and exchange ideas and learn more."
Zhao Yu nodded after hearing this, thinking, "The big boss is indeed different."
Having learned everything she wanted to know, Si Yan prepared to return home.
Along the way, I even heard people discussing the content of their novels.
"Hey, did you manage to buy the Morning Light Storybook today? I queued up all morning but couldn't get any. If you did, could you show it to me after you've finished reading it?"
"Hey, stop talking, I didn't buy it either. I'm also curious about what kind of sparks flew between the male lead, Shi Qi, and the daughter of the martial arts alliance leader."
The two discussed the plot for a long time.
Si Yan never expected her story to become so popular.
What Si Yan didn't expect was that the provincial newspaper was also in an uproar because of her science fiction novel.