Chapter 718: You Are Right, There Is No Obstacle That Cannot Be Crossed

The next morning, before dawn, Mother Liu was already up.

She prepared to cook porridge and bake scallion pancakes, thinking of her niece visiting for the first time and her prospective son-in-law who had finally made the trip, and also prepared to mix some shredded radish.

Fu Yan Cheng, who got up early every day for exercise, heard the commotion and came out of the room: "Auntie, why so early?"

Mother Liu was in a good mood: "Once I wake up, I can't sleep again, so I got up to make something delicious for you."

Hearing this, Fu Yan Cheng said: "I'll go to the back and bring back some firewood."

Mother Liu did not refuse, smiling as she replied: "Good."

Fu Yan Cheng moved quickly; in no time he returned with firewood: "Auntie, I'm going for a morning run, I'll be back in a while."

Mother Fu waved at him with a smile: "Go ahead, go ahead, this meal will take a while yet."

Fu Yan Cheng left the courtyard gate, felt his way in the dark to where the car was parked at the foot of the slope, took two cloth bags out of the trunk, and felt his way toward the cowshed.

Previously, he always went there in the middle of the night, but last night the room next to the one he stayed in was occupied by Zhao Dujiao.

His hearing was sharp; whether that Miss had changed her sleeping spot and couldn't sleep, or was lying awake thinking, she kept tossing and turning. He waited a long time but she still hadn't settled down, so he simply changed his strategy and decided to go early in the morning instead.

It was already November; as the weather grew colder, the villagers no longer had to do early morning work.

So no one would head to the cowshed this early in the morning, which also saved him the risk of being discovered by the Yue family while climbing over the wall in the middle of the night.

It wasn't that he didn't trust them; it was just that the fewer people who knew about this matter, the better, to spare them worry and anxiety.

What he didn't expect was that as soon as he arrived at the cowshed, the door was opened by someone.

Immediately after, Kang Yuanwei's voice came out: "Come in quickly."

Fu Yan Cheng spoke in a low voice: "How did you know I was coming?"

Kang Yuanwei took the cloth bags from his hands: "I saw the car parked at the foot of the Liu family slope last night and figured it must be you. Seeing you didn't come in the middle of the night, I guessed you would come in the morning unless something unexpected happened."

Looking at his current condition, he seemed to have fully recovered: "Are you completely healed?"

Kang Yuanwei looked at his parents and son sleeping on the kang: "You were right; there is no obstacle that cannot be crossed. Yue's revenge has not yet been avenged; I can't just leave Xiao Ze with his parents, forcing them to bury their child and adding sorrow to their grief."

"Thinking this way is correct. If you are not afraid of death, why fear living? Everything will get better."

"Yan Cheng, thank you all. I will remember this kindness. If I ever have a chance to turn my life around, I will repay you tenfold."

"What are you saying? You are a few years older than us and took care of us plenty before. Now that you are in trouble, helping you is only what we should do. If you keep being so polite with us, we can't be brothers anymore."

Kang Yuanwei said no more, raised his hand and patted Fu Yan Cheng's shoulder: "Brother, thank you."

The two elders of the Kang family and Xiao Ze were still asleep, so he did not stay long: "Keep these things safe. There is a jar of malted milk powder inside to help them regain their strength. I'll be leaving now."

Kang Yuanwei felt a warmth in his heart but said no more polite words: "Be careful."

Although the weather was cold and fewer people came out early in the morning, there were still villagers who had not gathered enough firewood for winter and went up the mountain in the morning.

Fu Yan Cheng naturally knew what he was worried about: "Okay."

Watching Fu Yan Cheng leave, Kang Yuanwei then checked the contents of the cloth bags, kept a small portion, carried the rest out of the cowshed, went to the hole behind the house, removed the thorny camouflage, and hid the items inside.

He thought to himself: If one day he could turn his life around, he would surely repay the kindness of those who sent charcoal in snowy weather.