However, if she provided evidence to the police, her father would be deemed guilty of a more serious offense, and attempted murder would at least earn him many more years in prison.
But if she denied it, her mother would not be able to escape guilt and would once again face imprisonment.
For a time, she was in a dilemma.
The police had no patience for her silence. After a moment, they couldn't help but urge, "Miss Xia, we hope you can be frank with us."
Xia Wanfu pursed her lips and finally made a decision.
In her heart, there was a scale, and the scale uncontrollably tipped towards Han Wenjuan.
A father who was irritable, easily angered, and showed her no affection, versus a mother who was gentle, kind, and devoted everything to her.
Comparing the two, how could her heart not lean towards her mother?
Xia Wanfu looked up at the police, tears welling up in her eyes.
"My mother is telling the truth. That time, my father almost killed her."
The police took notes and continued to ask, "Please describe the scene that day."
Every word Xia Wanfu said next was crucial. If her account differed from Han Wenjuan's, Han Wenjuan would likely be considered a liar trying to escape punishment.
Xia Wanfu recalled carefully, describing what happened that day as completely as possible.
By the time she finished, she was drenched in cold sweat. The pressure in her heart felt like a heavy stone pressing down on her, making it hard to breathe.
Because these words, once spoken, would add years to her father's sentence.
The police compared what Han Wenjuan and Xia Wanfu had said and found no significant discrepancies.
This indicated that what Han Wenjuan had said was true, and now they just had to wait for the dashcam footage.
Xia Wanfu's car had been in an accident, but the dashcam was intact.
As it had a dual lens, everything that happened inside the car, along with the sounds, was fully recorded.
With this evidence, Han Wenjuan would likely be acquitted.
Returning to the Ling family.
Gong Zhi Jing could only think of her daughter.
She missed her terribly after being apart for only a few hours.
The tiny baby, dressed in a pink onesie and a lace-trimmed hat, slept soundly in a soft crib.
Gong Zhi Jing couldn't help but reach out and touch her daughter's fair, soft cheek, her face filled with loving smiles.
Ling Yu Chen sat beside her, his arm around her, his gaze incredibly tender.
But Gong Zhi Jing didn't notice his affectionate gaze, only glancing at him before her attention returned to her daughter.
"Where is my father? He said he'd be here later. Has he arrived?"
"Not yet. He's probably been held up by something."
Ling Yu Chen's eyes were full of helplessness. She had disliked him during her pregnancy, and after giving birth, she didn't even see him anymore.
"Oh, my little darling is awake. Did you miss Mommy? Mommy missed you so much."
Ling Le You stretched, opened her eyes, and began to whimper.
Gong Zhi Jing immediately scooped her into her arms and soothed her, saying gently, "Sweetie, are you hungry? Mommy's here."
As she spoke, a strange odor wafted into her nose.
Oh my god, she wasn't hungry, she had soiled herself.
Gong Zhi Jing held the baby, frozen, and looked directly at Ling Yu Chen.
"She doesn't seem to be hungry. She soiled herself."
Ling Yu Chen directly took the baby from her arms, placed her on the changing table, and expertly began to change her diaper.
Watching him in his role as a doting husband, Gong Zhi Jing couldn't help but curve her lips.
The baby had been born a week ago, and she hadn't changed a single diaper.
After changing the diaper, Ling Le You began to cry softly, her little mouth smacking as if to say she was hungry.
Ling Yu Chen handed the baby to Gong Zhi Jing, who then began to nurse her.
The baby, drinking milk, began to doze off again.
Out of twenty-four hours in a day, she slept for at least twenty-one.
Gong Zhi Jing gazed down at the baby in her arms, feeling immensely content.
Ling Yu Chen said to her softly, "The baby is asleep, you should get some rest too."
Waking up at night to feed the baby was particularly exhausting, and she had woken up early today.
Gong Zhi Jing's brows showed signs of fatigue, and there were dark circles under her eyes.
She gave Ling Yu Chen a gentle smile and then, yawning, handed the baby to him.
"Now that you mention it, I am tired. Take the baby to the nanny, and I'll sleep for a bit."
Ling Yu Chen placed his sleeping daughter in the baby carriage, preparing to take her to the front hall to spend time with the elderly couple.
Gong Zhi Jing fell asleep as soon as she lay down.
Ling Yu Chen then tiptoed out of the room.
How difficult pregnancy and childbirth were.
Ten months of pregnancy, six months of breastfeeding, equivalent to over a year without a full night's sleep.
During pregnancy, it was due to frequent urination, and during breastfeeding, one would wake up at least three to four times.
Ling Yu Chen saw all of this. For the next child, he would definitely allow her to breastfeed!
Actually, if possible, just one child would be enough, but the situation was special.
However, he felt that if his father-in-law were willing to remarry, he should still be fertile.
In the living room.
Grandpa Ling and Grandma Ling were sitting on the sofa, watching television as usual, one engrossed, the other drowsy.
The television was still showing a boring diving program.
At their age, it seemed there was nothing else to do but watch television.
Ling Yu Chen pushed the baby carriage in.
The slight sound immediately woke Grandma Ling.
She looked at the approaching baby carriage, her sleepiness vanishing instantly.
Her eyes were filled with surprise, but she said, "Why did you bring the baby over? Where's Zhi Jing?"
Ling Yu Chen's expression was indifferent as he said, "Zhi Jing is sleeping. The baby just fell asleep too. I brought her over to keep you company while you watch TV."
Grandpa Ling had already turned off the television, his eyes fixed on the little cutie in the baby carriage.
"Zhi Jing must be tired from breastfeeding. You should take good care of her."
Grandma Ling looked at the sleeping infant in the baby carriage with great affection, then suddenly asked, "What did you name the baby? Why didn't you tell me."
Ling Yu Chen frowned, his expression somewhat odd.
"Her name is Ling Le You. I told you yesterday."
"That's right, I remember," Grandpa Ling chimed in.
Grandma Ling's hand paused as she touched the baby, her expression stiffening for a moment, but she quickly recovered.
"Oh, I forgot. My memory hasn't been very good lately."
"You really have been forgetting things a lot lately," Grandpa Ling said with a smile, not paying it much mind. "Our great-granddaughter is so adorable."
Although Ling Yu Chen didn't say anything, a hint of worry appeared in his eyes.
Even though Grandma was old, her memory had always been good. Why had she become so forgetful all of a sudden? She didn't even remember what happened yesterday?
Just as Ling Yu Chen was about to inquire further, Gong Ye walked in from outside.
"You brought Le You over." A smile immediately appeared on his face, and he walked over quickly.
Distracted by this, Ling Yu Chen temporarily set aside the matter.