Chapter 146: 146 One word, one life; owe a yin debt, three generations repay

146 One word, one life; owe a yin debt, three generations repay.

Tushan Jiu was carried back to the room by Xie Shiyu.

Don't ask; if you ask, it's just that she was so useless she got kissed until her legs went weak.

Actually, just a kiss would have been fine, but the slightly panting Xie Shiyu actually nibbled her earlobe.

This was the first time she felt an electric shock all over her body.

Uncontrollably, she let out a hum...

At that moment, she suddenly withdrew from that ambiguous atmosphere.

She widened her eyes in disbelief, shoved Xie Shiyu away, covered her ears, and felt her whole body go limp.

Tushan Jiu puzzled, Xie Shiyu had pinched her earlobe before, but that at most just made it a little itchy.

Now, just having it nibbled a little, how could it feel so intense?

Later, Xie Shiyu held her in his arms, smiling, and told her that was her sensitive spot.

Tushan Jiu suddenly understood.

She knew that, but she didn't know what it felt like when the sensitive spot was triggered.

But now she knows.

It's just a little embarrassing.

So she lay in Xie Shiyu's embrace, not wanting to show her face, and with her legs still a bit weak, he carried her back to the room.

After sending her back, Xie Shiyu left.

She drank milk, then had to get up from bed again to go to the bathroom to rinse her mouth, before crawling back to bed to sleep.

The next day, Tushan Jiu wasn't in a hurry to go to the office to deliver ghosts.

She first had Xie Shiyu casually tell her a district.

Xie Shiyu said Xicheng District.

Tushan Jiu decided then, today she would go to Xicheng District to pawn knives.

Today she didn't want to walk, so she just found a random spot to sit in the biggest square of Xicheng District, Qingshan Square.

In front of her she casually laid out two kitchen knives, two pairs of scissors, and two fruit knives.

Under the knives was a piece of red velvet cloth.

Because it's a square, there are more people strolling, exercising, and couples dating here.

Today is still Saturday, so there are more people than usual.

Tushan Jiu today wore a sports outfit, a baseball cap on her head, and lowered her head to play with her phone there.

Passersby noticed the knives at her feet.

Then they looked at her with somewhat strange gazes.

Some even pulled the girls beside them to quicken their pace.

However, not far away, an old man nearly sixty saw the knives laid out before her and quickly rushed over.

But when he was about to reach her, he slowed his steps.

Tushan Jiu lifted her gaze to look at him.

The old man carefully raised his hand, forming a loose circle with his index finger and thumb, hovering it before his Adam's apple and swaying slightly.

Next, he turned his wrist, pressed his five fingers together into a blade shape, and swiftly sliced twice in his palm.

Palm up, he gently pushed his arm forward, then spread his hands open.

The old man's hand trembled slightly, and Tushan Jiu nodded.

Seeing her nod, the old man's eyes reddened, his face full of surprise and excitement.

He quickly opened his clenched fists, palms facing up.

Then he pointed his right index finger at himself, and brought his two hands together, palms facing, from the sides toward the middle.

Finally, he pressed his five fingers together into a blade shape and swiftly slid them twice across his palm.

【Can I pawn a knife with you?】

Tushan Jiu understood, she nodded and said, "I can pawn a knife for you; since you know the pawnbroker, you naturally know the rules, so I don't need to explain."

The old man pointed his right index finger at his temple, nodded firmly, 【I know, I know!】

Tushan Jiu bent down, picked up the fruit knife, and handed it to the old man, "The deal is preliminarily settled; listen well to your prophecy: one word, one life; owe a yin debt, three generations repay."

The old man's face instantly turned ashen.

【What about my daughter-in-law's unborn child? Is he......】

His gesturing hand slowed more and more until it finally stopped completely, without saying anything further.

Tushan Jiu made no response.

She had made it very clear, and he himself knew it as well.

Tears streamed from the old man's eyes as he angrily slapped himself twice in regret.

The passersby were startled and all turned to look.

His name was Cao Haoqiang; on that day seventeen years ago, he went to the hospital to get medicine, and on his way back he passed the hospital's inpatient department.

He saw a crowd gathered below.

They were all looking up.

He curiously looked over and saw a woman sitting on the rooftop terrace.

The hospital's obstetrics and gynecology inpatient building isn't tall, only four stories.

What was said upstairs and downstairs could be heard quite clearly.

That woman was arguing with those trying to persuade her.

He curiously listened to gossip there.

Later he also figured it out: it turned out this woman had postpartum depression.

Because the baby was hard to soothe, she still had a C‑section and wanted to stay at a postpartum center, but her mother‑in‑law and husband refused outright, saying they would hire a postpartum nurse, yet her mother‑in‑law said it was too expensive and remarked that in her time she always worked while carrying the baby.

So the woman, weeping and clutching the baby, threatened to jump off the building.

He thought today's young people were really too pretentious.

He would keep bringing up this ailment, that ailment.

When his ex‑wife had just given birth, he went out to work and every household chore, big or small, was done by her while she carried the baby; the day after giving birth she washed clothes and cooked, and she was perfectly fine—where did all this preciousness come from?

So he thought he had just spoken a fair word.

He scoffed loudly:

"Today's young people are just pretentious, even using their own lives to threaten their elders—having a baby makes them think they're precious. I see this little girl wouldn't really dare to jump; she's just trying to scare her husband and mother‑in‑law. If she can pull it off, she'll have them wrapped around her finger from now on. If she's got the guts, let her jump; if not, she'd better hurry back and nurse the baby!"

That single remark became the straw that broke the camel's back.

The woman felt wronged and instantly sensed the world was full of malice; she placed the baby on the rooftop and then, without hesitation, jumped off.

This was Cao Haoqiang's preceding cause—one word, one life.

As for his consequence, it was naturally because he had incurred a karmic debt by this act.

Because the law had no clear stipulation that this was illegal, he was merely detained for five days and fined two thousand before being sent home.

But on the day he was released, his voice began to turn hoarse.

He went to many hospitals for examination and treatment for a long time, yet not only did it not improve, it got worse.

In the end he simply became mute, cause unknown.

Later still, his son, while on a business trip, met with a traffic accident, suffered cranial brain damage, and his language center was injured, leaving him unable to speak.

Now Tushan Jiu has calculated that the unborn child, seven months along in his daughter‑in‑law's womb, suffers from congenital hearing impairment.

This is the karmic debt he owes: he wants three generations of the Cao family to become mute as repayment.