The next morning, as the sky began to pale with the first light of dawn, Qin Huairu rose early. She busied herself with efficient movements, packing the steamed buns and the clean, folded clothes she intended to deliver to Mrs. Jia, all the while calculating her next move. As for the meat Mrs. Jia had demanded, she could only let out a silent, helpless sigh. The financial authority of the Jia Family had always been held firmly in Mrs. Jia’s hands. What little money Jia Dongxu earned wasn't even enough to cover his own drinking, gambling, and whoring, so there was no hope of him sparing a cent to satisfy his mother’s cravings while she was in detention.
Qin Huairu held only the meager living allowance for their family of four. Every penny had to be stretched to its limit just to keep them fed, leaving absolutely no room for luxuries like meat. Besides, there was Banggen at home, who watched every morsel of food like a hawk; nothing ever escaped his eyes. If she were to buy meat and cook it, it would be devoured by Banggen before she could even step out the door, let alone deliver it to Mrs. Jia.
Carrying the bundle, Qin Huairu arrived at the detention center with a heavy heart. As expected, when Mrs. Jia saw only buns and clothes and no sign of the meat she had been dreaming of, she flew into a rage. Her face turned bright red, her eyes bulged, and she glared viciously at Qin Huairu, unleashing a torrent of abuse. The vile words were like sharp knives, piercing straight into…
Chapter 27