Chapter 88 Reaping the Consequences
Fearing discovery, she hadn’t even considered greeting anyone in the house.
After all, the money had already been paid to the other party this morning, and they would just take the person away, as had been agreed upon beforehand.
Once those two men had carried Zhao Xiaomei away, Luo Qiao also left the Zhao family through the back door, then circled around and returned to the front courtyard, feeling obligated to show up since she had paid Sanmao’s bride price.
Besides, her absence would have made the villagers even more suspicious. Just as she arrived at the Zhao family’s front gate, she ran into Feng Qiaohui, the wife of the second son from the brigade leader’s family, and they entered the courtyard together.
Luo Qiao didn’t find Gao Suhua in the courtyard; she guessed that she was probably still waiting for news about Xiaomei in that room. Heh, she would be waiting for a while.
Following Feng Qiaohui, Luo Qiao found a table that wasn’t fully occupied and sat down, just as the dishes were served. The banquet was simply terrifying; the food had disappeared within minutes of arriving at the table, and Luo Qiao had never seen such a scene before.
This wasn’t like attending a feast at all, but rather like a flurry of bandits snatching what they could. Luo Qiao only managed to get a mantou made of mixed grains and couldn’t help but shake her head and smile, admitting she just couldn’t adapt to this battleground-style feasting.
With a bowl of vegetable soup, she finished the mixed grain mantou. As the table cleared, Luo Qiao walked out with Feng Qiaohui and saw that devious woman earlier heading toward the back courtyard.
Luo Qiao looked on with disdain and left the Zhao family’s front gate with Feng Qiaohui. The Zhao family would likely experience some entertaining karma later that day.
At the Luo family in Ji City, the eldest son Luo Tao of the main branch walked into his house after being outside for a long time without water, his lips covered in dry flakes.
But at that moment, he couldn’t care less about that. Rushing into his own home, he saw his father, Luo Tiancheng, and asked, "Dad, let me ask you, did someone help us with our return to the city?"