Married the Tough Guy After Transmigrating-Chapter 399 - 400 Go to the Midwife’s Family

Zhou Zhe Yuan’s sinister voice rang out, causing Sun Yan to lift her head in shock, her eyes wide with fear as she looked at him.

She was certain that some of the Zhou brothers had come for revenge. Sun Yan was furious, knowing that even though grievances and debts had their rightful claimants, she should not be made a scapegoat for Zhang Yuhua.

She immediately began to struggle and shout out.

Zhe Yuan saw this and released her mouth. "Tell us what you know and hand over that letter too, and we’ll naturally let you go."

Sun Yan was about to tell the truth when she heard Zhe Yuan mention the letter. Her face changed colors, filled with anger. "Zhang Yanlin, you bastard, you even kidnapped me.

You dare to do such things but not own up to them; I will not give you this letter. You and Zhang Yuhua killed Zhou Yuelian, and now you want to kill me too?"

When Third Uncle Zhou heard that his youngest sister had been murdered, rage was the only thing visible in his eyes. Unable to contain his fury any longer, he grabbed Sun Yan by the neck.

His voice was as cold as a demon that had crawled up from hell. "Sun Yan, who is the midwife, and where is that letter?"

"Cough, cough, cough, Zhang Yanlin, you will suffer for this; just let this person go.

Otherwise, I’ll spill all the dirt on you." Sun Yan shouted in desperation, the hands around her neck making her breaths short and hurried.

Seeing that the person in front of her was still not letting go, Sun Yan started cursing loudly. "Zhang Yanlin, you despicable man, you were clearly in a relationship with Zhang Yuhua.

Yet you coveted Zhou Yuelian’s family wealth. You used their resources to fund your education and secure a job, exploiting their contacts.

Then you secretly continued with Zhang Yuhua while having me and my sister cover for you. You truly have no shame." Sun Yan yelled, completely oblivious to the fact that the hands had already gone from her neck.

"Zhang Yanlin, if you dare, let me go, you good-for-nothing. You slept with me and took no responsibility. I’m going to settle the score with your wife right now." Sun Yan screamed in anger and embarrassment.

Zhang Yanlin didn’t take her seriously, and she wasn’t about to show him any sympathy. Let him create a fuss; we’ll see who ends up losing.

"We’re not sent by Zhang Yanlin. Where is that letter?" Zhe Yuan asked sternly.

On hearing this, Sun Yan became even more furious. "Then you must be Zhang Yuhua, right? That shameless woman.

I will not give you the letter. Just give up on that."

"Tell Zhang Yuhua that I have not only the letter but also the statements from the entire family of the midwife in Liu Village. All these are evidence pointing to her killing Zhou Yuelian."

Upon hearing this, Third Uncle Zhou and Zhe Yuan exchanged glances and immediately turned to run toward Liu Village.

"Hey, let me go before you leave. Come back, hey, let me go."

Sun Yan was left alone, tied to a chair in the darkness.

However, as time slowly passed, the pitch darkness of the room occasionally carried the noises of rats and the rustling of dry leaves. Sitting in the chair, Sun Yan began to feel scared.

"Help, isn’t there anyone? Someone save me!"

"Ah, a ghost, save me!" Sun Yan screamed in despair inside the room.

Huo Chen drove with Third Uncle Zhou. They asked for directions to Liu Village, and after much inquiry, they indeed learned about a midwife, but she had been dead for many years.

The three men arrived at the former residence of the midwife and had just parked the car when a young man came out of the courtyard, looking puzzled at Huo Chen and the others. "Who are you looking for?"

What’s been going on recently, so many people coming to our place.

One batch after another, non-stop.

"I’m looking for Liu Dashan," Third Uncle Zhou said.

Liu Dashan was the son of the midwife back then.

Upon hearing that he was being asked for his father, the young man’s face suddenly showed a hint of strangeness.

Huo Chen, sharp-eyed, noticed this and suspiciously asked, "Has there been a lot of people looking for your dad recently?"

The young man looked surprised and nodded, "Exactly, just last month a few people came looking for my dad, and then more came the week before last.

Are you here for the same reason?"

No sooner had the young man spoken than a seemingly honest farmer came out behind him, raised his hand, and slapped the young man on the head, saying irritably, "What are you doing here?

Hurry up and go home to study." After speaking, the middle-aged man looked at Third Uncle Zhou and the others with an assessing gaze.

He got a pang in his brow remembering what the woman who came the week before last had said.

Zhang Yuhua had also visited Liu Village recently, pressuring and bribing Liu Dashan: "Liu Dashan, although your mother was instructed by me to kill Zhou Yuelian,

she personally ended Zhou Yuelian’s life. You’ve heard of the Zhou family, big in family and business; if they come back for retribution, remember what to say and what not to say. If you misspeak, who knows how the Zhou family might retaliate against you.

Liu Dashan, we’re in the same boat now, don’t even think about betraying me to save yourself. The Zhou family was very fond of Yuelian, they will never let you go."

"Who are you looking for?" Liu Dashan curiously asked Third Uncle Zhou and his group.

Third Uncle Zhou did not hide anything and directly said, "You must be Liu Dashan. My surname is Zhou, and I came to ask about some matters concerning my younger sister."

Hearing this, Liu Dashan’s heart skipped a beat, thinking he was doomed.

Nevertheless, he honestly led Third Uncle Zhou and others into the courtyard, his face pale as he spoke to the group, "Just ask what you want to know.

I will tell you everything I know."

"Did you know your mom helped deliver my younger sister?"

Third Uncle Zhou looked up at Liu Dashan; as a military man, his insights were naturally sharp. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Liu Dashan hesitated for a moment and then shook his head, "I don’t know; my mom helped deliver many people.

I don’t know which one you’re talking about!"

"Really?" Third Uncle Zhou suddenly raised his voice, his gaze sharply sweeping over Liu Dashan.

Startled, Liu Dashan’s fingers trembled a bit, his face filled with bewilderment, "I really don’t know.

When my mother was alive, she delivered one or two babies a day, never resting for a whole month. How could I know which one it was?"

"Do you know Zhang Yuhua? She wrote letters to your mother," Zhou Zheyuan asked, frowning.

A flicker of panic passed in Liu Dashan’s eyes, but he quickly shook his head.

Third Uncle Zhou naturally caught these series of changes, instantly having his answer.

Looking at Liu Dashan, he chuckled lightly and said, "There’s no need to be nervous. We are here just to confirm the matter.

My sister passed away in unclear circumstances during childbirth; naturally, as her brother, I need an explanation. Sun Yan has already given us that letter.

If you tell the truth, considering your mother has passed away and in order to accumulate some merit for my sister, our Zhou family naturally won’t pursue your family’s accountability.

But if you keep hiding things, don’t blame our Zhou family for being heartless." Third Uncle Zhou applied a carrot and stick approach.