The next morning, when Fang Pingying woke up, her arms were so sore and limp that it was hard to even lift them a bit, and yet she still had to go discuss matters with Uncle Zeng today. She glanced at the source of the trouble sleeping next to her. Seeing Luo Zhiyong sleeping soundly, and even looking quite content, Fang Pingying was infuriated. She couldn’t help but burrow under the covers and pinched his waist. But Luo Zhiyong didn’t feel a thing because Fang Pingying’s hands simply couldn’t exert any force. She moved slightly, and the soreness was so intense that she couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper. Her action didn’t wake him, but it did end up waking up Luo Zhiyong. With his eyes closed, he let out a soft chuckle, reached out to wrap his arms around her, holding her tightly. Fang Pingying felt almost smothered in his embrace and said with a muffled voice, "Are you trying to suffocate me?" Luo Zhiyong laughed quietly, slightly loosening his grip on her, then he took her hand that was resting on his waist and gently pressed it, raising an eyebrow, "Does it hurt here? Let me rub it for you, it will feel better after a rub." Looking at his mischievous smile, Fang Pingying kicked him, "Get off, you’re annoying. As a punishment, get up and make breakfast, and serve it to me when it’s ready." "Alrighty." Luo Zhiyong was more than happy to comply, he gave Fang Pingying’s hand a rub and got out of bed immediately. Luo Zhiyong was accustomed to exercising regularly, and even in winter , he wasn’t afraid of the cold. When he got out of the bed, he was only wearing underpants. Fang Pingying couldn’t help but shout, "Quick, put on your clothes, don’t catch a cold." However, Luo Zhiyong didn’t take it seriously. As he dressed, he laughed, "This is nothing. When we’re on missions, whether it’s snowing or raining, we just lie directly on the ground. We don’t wear much as it’s not conducive to moving around." Fang Pingying smiled watching him. She knew that as a soldier, he was used to training outside in a few layers of clothes even on cold days, and soldiers really had it tough. Then she saw Luo Zhiyong ready to go make breakfast, and she added, "After we eat, I’ll head to Uncle Zeng’s." "That’s fine, just be careful. If there’s nothing else in the afternoon, come back early. I’ll wait for you so we can head back to the compound together," Luo Zhiyong said as he went to the kitchen. Fang Pingying nodded and lay on the bed thinking for a while. Anyway, she had kept her word about Luo Zhi’s matter. If he didn’t show up on time at the bus station and go with Luo Zhiyong to clear things up with that woman, she would indeed report it to the Police Station. This matter had dragged on for too long, and she didn’t have all this time to deal with such trivial issues. As for Li Yuchun and Zhou Yunmei, whatever they wanted to do, let them be. After all, they didn’t come for her; they came for the Fang Xiu couple. Just let them deal with it. Moreover, Luo Zhiyong had given Luo Zhi five yuan yesterday so that they could stay at a guest house for a few days. Once the money was spent, if they still wanted to stay, they’d need to pay for it themselves; if they didn’t want to stay, they could buy their own tickets to go back. After the couple ate breakfast, Fang Pingying locked up the shop, and together with Luo Zhiyong, they headed to the bus station. Indeed, Fang Pingying was right to lose her temper yesterday. Luo Zhi, who had been dragging his feet and avoiding dealing with the situation, was already waiting there early in the morning, along with Zhou Yunmei and Li Yuchun. As soon as they saw them arriving, Zhou Yunmei, probably still upset about last night’s events, ignored Fang Pingying and coldly said to Luo Zhiyong, "Didn’t you say eight o’clock? Why did you only come now?" Luo Zhiyong looked at Zhou Yunmei, his gaze growing colder, and after a delay, he didn’t respond to her but instead asked Luo Zhi, "Have you been waiting here for a long time?" Luo Zhi nodded without speaking, but Zhou Yunmei looked at Fang Pingying with annoyance, "Do we have a choice but to wait? What if this brute really goes to report it at the Police Station? Then Zhi’s entire life would be ruined, wouldn’t it?" Fang Pingying looked at her with a slight smirk, "Good to know. I mean what I say and I do what I mean. If you hadn’t come, just a short distance to the right is the police station of this district." Before Zhou Yunmei could finish speaking, Luo Zhiyong simply called out to Luo Zhiming, "Now that you’re here, let’s get going. Let’s go find that woman first. Zhiming, do you remember where that woman is?" "I remember. She’s in a village not far from the lumber mill. We can find her once we get there." "Then let’s go." Luo Zhiyong planned to quickly go with Luo Zhiming and wrap things up as soon as possible. But Zhou Yunmei followed them and caught up, "Wait, we will go with you. We must personally make sure that woman has an abortion, or else we can’t be at ease." Luo Zhiyong glanced at the large group of people and furrowed his brows, "What do you need to go for? With so many people, they’ll think we’re going to start a fight. It will only make things worse." "Don’t worry, we will not fight. Didn’t the woman agree? As long as we agree to pay her, she will have the abortion, right? We definitely need to be at the hospital to see. What if she doesn’t go through with it and deceives us?" Zhou Yunmei argued with conviction, "It’s inconvenient for you two men to be there; we’ll go instead." Luo Zhiyong thought there was some sense to her words, so he said, "Alright then. Since the financial matter has been settled, just don’t make a scene when you get there. All you have to do is bring that woman to the hospital and make sure she has the abortion." "Okay, it’s settled then," agreed Zhou Yunmei readily. After finishing their discussion, Luo Zhiyong saw Luo Honglan standing alone on the other side and called her over, "Honglan, it’s not suitable for a young lady like you to witness this kind of thing. You go with your sister-in-law to get things done." "Okay." Luo Honglan had no intention of going, and upon hearing Luo Zhiyong, she immediately responded with a smile and went to hold onto Fang Pingying’s arm. Luo Zhiyong gave a nod to Fang Pingying and led the group away. Fang Pingying let out a sigh as she watched them leave, feeling unsettled by the thought that whenever Zhou Yunmei was involved in something, it was sure to turn into a mess, no matter how simple it might have seemed. She didn’t plan to interfere with the others, but she was worried about Luo Zhiyong. In the event of trouble, people like Zhou Yunmei would just make a racket, and in the end, it would be Luo Zhiyong alone who had to deal with all the issues. Luo Honglan, standing next to her and noticing Fang Pingying’s worried expression, whispered, "Sister-in-law, don’t worry. Yesterday, I heard my mom discussing with my second brother and his wife. They said they would give my parents ten yuan every month, with my second brother contributing thirty more to make up 40 yuan. It’s just for a year, we can get through it." "Your mom agreed to give money?" And she agreed to give ten yuan at that; where did this money come from? Luo Honglan nodded, "There was no other way. It was Sister-in-law Yuchun and my sister-in-law who asked her to contribute. She didn’t agree at first, but then Yuchun threatened to let my second brother and sister-in-law divorce, and even to report it to the police station." Fang Pingying scoffed sarcastically. In fact, although Zhou Yunmei said they would contribute, in the end, it was her and Luo Zhiyong who were actually providing the money. They sent ten yuan a month, which just happened to cover Luo Zhiming’s needs. The two of them were left only to fend for themselves in the countryside. Thinking of this, Fang Pingying felt an immense sense of injustice. She didn’t mind letting the two elders live a bit better, but she simply refused to contribute to the money. Originally, she had thought now that she had a higher monthly income, it wouldn’t matter if she sent more money to the elders. But her feelings had changed now. In the future, she would do as Luo Zhiyong suggested, reverting to the old budget. Now that only the two elders were at home, a monthly living expense of seven or eight yuan should be sufficient. She would just send back eight yuan, adding an extra two yuan during holidays. She really wanted to see how long Zhou Yunmei would last, continuing to dig into her own pocket every month to give Luo Zhiming the agreed amount. (To be continued. If you work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote with your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)