Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Luo Cheng'er was seriously injured.

Her driver and Song Youyou were also injured, but it was not like she hit their head.

The driver asked passers-by for help and went to tell Luo Gongguan.

Mrs. Luo came soon.

She glanced at the ground and asked the person next to her: "Why is the road so watery?"

"A dung truck overturned here this morning. It was the first month of the year and the stench was so strong that nearby residents came to wash the floor themselves," said an enthusiastic passerby.

Mrs. Luo frowned.

What a coincidence.

How did it happen to be like this?

However, she couldn't care about that much at the moment. The blood on Luo Cheng'er's forehead was still pouring, and she herself was drowsy and limp.

If a kind-hearted woman hadn't supported her, Luo Cheng'er would have been sleeping on the cold ground.

The blood on the woman's hand came from Luo Cheng'er's forehead.

"Send to the mission hospital quickly." Mrs. Luo called to her driver.

Just as they were about to leave, someone from the opposite side came forward and blocked the car: "You can't leave, you can't leave! My child is dead!"

Mrs. Luo was startled, and a chill suddenly ran down her back.

"Neighbors, help me stop her! A rich lady can't just run over and kill someone!" cried a middle-aged man.

People on this street came out to watch the fun, some were visiting relatives, and dozens of people gathered around.

Mrs. Luo hurriedly looked over there.

Luo Cheng'er's carriage hit a mule cart. The mule cart was driven by a man. The cart overturned for a long time without being lifted up.

Sitting in the car were two women, a woman in her thirties and a woman in her fifties, holding a child.

The child's eyes were closed tightly at this moment, his face was gloomy, but...

Mrs. Luo was horrified.

"My daughter is dead, dead!" The middle-aged man's angry cry shook the eardrums.

His wife and mother, although they did not join in the trouble, started to cry.

Most of the passers-by were parents, and they were extremely sad and wiped away tears when they saw this.

"A sin!"

"This New Year's Eve has ruined a whole family. The driver of a wealthy family went on a rampage, and the poor suffered."

"Is this worth your life?"

Someone in the crowd said, "Tell them to pay for it! This lady drives a car and dresses so well. She has money."

Mrs. Luo was entertaining guests today, so she naturally dressed up and stood out among the crowd.

"If you hit someone's child and killed him, you have to pay more."

"She is the wife of the Luo family of the Ministry of Finance. Her family is the richest. There is no exaggeration in gold and silver. Ask her to compensate!"

Mrs. Luo knew that public resentment should not be stirred up, and tears welled up in her eyes: "I will definitely compensate, I will definitely compensate! Why not report it to the police department first..."

"No, you officers protect each other. If you report it to the security department, nothing will happen." said an enthusiastic passerby.

"I have to find out what's going on," Mrs. Luo said.

"What else could happen? My child was hit and killed."

Some people were more rational and said, "This child had no external injuries. How did he get killed? You have to be reasonable."

There were cries, quarrels, and a general uproar.

Luo Cheng'er fell into a coma completely.

Mrs. Luo wanted to take her to the hospital first, but she couldn't leave here.

"I'll stay here and let my driver take my daughter to the hospital first. If she dies too, I won't pay anything," Mrs. Luo said loudly.

These words are quite shocking.

"I won't leave. I will stay here alone. Send the injured to the hospital first. So many neighbors have seen it. If I do something unfair, will the neighbors still throw shit at my door every day? I don't dare. Mrs. Luo said again.

Her words elevated these onlookers.

Once someone is picked on, it's hard to act rogue again.

The driver pulled Luo Cheng'er, Song Youyou and the driver together and left first.

He was very smart and went to Luo Mansion first to tell the nursing staff and others to protect Mrs. Luo.

This incident caused quite a stir.

Mrs. Luo didn't say she wouldn't pay compensation, she just said: "The child's face looks wrong. It doesn't look like he was killed in a collision."

The daughter of a middle-aged man looked gray, as if she had been dead for a long time.

"She had been sick for a long time, and we brought her to the city to seek medical treatment, and then she was hit. She couldn't bear the impact and was already weak," said the middle-aged man.

What he said was reasonable.

Mrs. Luo: "What are you going to do now? The driver of the carriage is the driver, and killing him will not help. What do you think we should do?"

The middle-aged man stopped crying, his eyes were shrewd and philistine.

Someone next to me answered again: "Pay compensation, don't say nice things. How can you push it to the driver?"

Mrs. Luo nodded: "Okay. I will pay for it. I am also a mother, and I understand your difficulties. Come on, go home and get three large yellow croakers."

The onlookers took a breath.

Three large yellow croakers!

A few years ago, when there was no democratic government, a girl from a poor family could be sold as a maid, and she would be worth three taels of silver at most, which was about five dollars.

A large yellow croaker is worth a thousand oceans.

Killing a girl and paying NT$[-] for compensation. This lady is really too generous.

"Is it too much?"

"Five hundred oceans is enough. Don't blackmail people."

"A hundred oceans are too many."

The middle-aged man glared at the person who said these words.

Mrs. Luo choked up: "Children are the treasures of their parents. No amount of money can buy their lives."

"A life is worthless." Someone said, "His child is too sick, and his face doesn't look right."

"Maybe he died early, extorting money."

Mrs. Luo was still wiping tears silently, but she was relieved in her heart.

Because she spent too much money and diverted attention from this matter.

In this world, life is cheap. A family may have seven or eight children. No one's life is as valuable as three large yellow croakers.

In fact, even giving her a big yellow croaker was enough to shock people.

But she gave three.

As a result, the attention on this matter has completely changed.

No one will say "Miss Luo killed someone" anymore, but will say "Miss Luo accidentally encountered a car accident, and Mrs. Luo was blackmailed out of a huge sum of money."

A dead child is as indifferent as a shadow in front of a huge sum of money. Some people mentioned it, but not many people cared about it.

In this way, the Luo family's reputation was preserved.

At the current status of the Luo family, money means little, reputation is the most important.

Mrs. Luo made a prompt decision and asked someone to get the money.

After getting three gold bars, Mrs. Luo and the servants left with the surrounding neighbors jealous and the person involved unable to suppress his laughter.

When she left, she was still thinking: "That girl has been dead for a long time, and her body is stiff."

Mrs. Luo has seen the world.

It's just that she can't mention this kind of thing when the neighbors are jealous and jealous of the rich.

After mentioning it, she was the one excusing her daughter.

It's better to give money.

After giving her the money, someone would naturally answer her remaining questions.

"...Ask someone to check. What's going on? Is that family just extorting money, or does it have some other purpose." Mrs. Luo ordered the steward.

She went to the hospital herself.

The upper-class New Year banquet is still going on, and everyone has more to talk about.

It was a small matter that the Yan family's pharmacy was burned down, but it was a big deal that Miss Luo's family killed someone.

Rich ladies and wealthy ladies would not be dazzled by the three big yellow croakers like the neighbors. They all talked about Luo Cheng'er.

"Did she really kill someone?"