I started out with seven husbands, and I worked hard to support my family while crying.

Chapter 302: Rescuing the Injured Children

Her fist was clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned pale. She gritted her teeth and squeezed out a few words.

"You wait for me!"

Veins bulged on Li Renyi's forehead, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles cracking. He glared at the head of the brokerage firm, wishing he could rush up and beat him up right then and there.

Lin Wan'er was already in tears. She knelt down and gently stroked the hair of the injured children, trying to soothe their fear and pain.

However, Fang Xiaoxiao took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. She knew very well that if she acted impulsively at this moment, not only would she fail to save these children, but she might also plunge everyone into an abyss of no return.

She shifted her gaze from the loathsome face of the brokerage boss to Li Renyi and Lin Wan'er, her voice trembling slightly but unwavering as she spoke.

"let's go!"

Li Renyi and Lin Wan'er exchanged a glance. Despite their anger and resentment, they understood that Fang Xiaoxiao's decision was the wisest choice at the moment.

Li Renyi stood up, picked up the two more seriously injured children, while Lin Wan'er held the hands of the other children. The group followed Fang Xiaoxiao and slowly left.

Their figures appeared so lonely and angry amidst the bustling crowd, each step seemingly carrying a heavy burden.

As the brokerage boss watched their retreating figures, the arrogant and domineering expression on his face gradually faded.

His lips curled up slightly, revealing a chilling, sinister smile.

The smile was extremely subtle; it was almost impossible to detect without careful observation.

His eyes narrowed to slits, revealing an unfathomable cunning and the smug satisfaction of a successful scheme.

That sinister smile, like a poisonous glint in the darkness, foreshadowed an even greater storm to come.

Fang Xiao and her group of children hurriedly entered an inn.

As soon as I entered the room, the once spacious space was instantly filled with the children's cries and anxiety.

Fang Xiaoxiao was like a busy bee, constantly flitting among the children.

Her eyes were gentle yet firm, and every movement was full of love. She gently stroked the children's heads and whispered words of comfort.

"Don't be afraid, my darlings, your big sister is here for you."

Then, she quickly turned around, took out various medicines from her bag, and began to treat the children's wounds. Her hands were as gentle as a spring breeze, carefully wiping away every trace of blood, afraid of hurting the children.

"Hold on, little warrior, it'll be over soon."

Fang Xiaoxiao's voice was magical, gradually calming the crying child down.

After treating her wound, she didn't even bother to wipe the large beads of sweat from her forehead before rushing back into the kitchen. The kitchen was instantly filled with smoke and steam.

Fang Xiaoxiao rolled up her sleeves and skillfully chopped the medicinal herbs, methodically adding various ingredients to the pot. Her focused expression suggested she was preparing a priceless treasure.

Meanwhile, in the luxurious mansion of the county government, the magistrate's son was lounging in a grand chair with his legs crossed.

His face was so dark it seemed to drip water, and he spoke fiercely to the few obsequious subordinates in front of him.

"You lot, go and thoroughly investigate those arrogant fools, keep a close eye on their every move. If you mess this up, you'll be in big trouble!"

The subordinates nodded repeatedly, responding obsequiously.

"Rest assured, young master, we will handle things properly."

After receiving their orders, the group of them sneaked over to the vicinity of the inn where Fang Xiaoxiao and her friends were staying.

Some of them disguised themselves as vendors selling candied hawthorns, some as beggars on the street, and others as passersby strolling by. But their eyes were like those of thieves, constantly peeking into the inn.

"You all better be smart and don't give yourself away."

One of the henchmen, who seemed to be the leader, warned the others in a low voice.

"I understand, boss, don't worry."

Another subordinate responded, his eyes never leaving the inn's door.

Fang Xiaoxiao was completely focused on taking care of the children inside the inn, unaware of the several pairs of malicious eyes outside.

The night was like thick ink, tightly enveloping the entire town, making it difficult for even a ray of light to penetrate.

The magistrate's son was dressed in a black brocade robe, the fabric of which still shimmered with an air of nobility under the dim moonlight.

However, his face was now shrouded in shadow, appearing sinister and distorted, with a greedy and evil gleam in his eyes, like the eyes of a wolf in the dark.

The foreman of the brokerage firm followed closely behind, his worn-out hemp clothes contrasting sharply with the magistrate's son's fine attire.

His fawning expression looked even uglier in the night. He was bent over so low that his back almost touched the ground, and his beady eyes darted around, constantly alert to any movement around him.

Their steps were as light as a cat's, each step barely stirring up a speck of dust.

The magistrate's son was breathing rapidly and heavily, and his heartbeat was as clear as a drumbeat in the quiet night.

The head of the brokerage firm didn't dare to breathe, his lips tightly pressed together, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, but he didn't dare to raise his hand to wipe them away, for fear of making the slightest sound.

Finally, they arrived at Laifu Inn. The inn's signboard swayed in the wind, making a creaking sound, as if telling a story of unease.

The magistrate's son gave the broker a wink, and the two of them, like ghosts, silently avoided the drowsy waiter and tiptoed up the wooden stairs.

Each step made the old staircase creak slightly, making their hearts leap into their throats.

Finally, they arrived at the door of the room where Fang Xiaoxiao and Lin Wan'er were.

The magistrate's son pressed his ear tightly against the door and closed his eyes, trying to catch even the slightest sound from inside.

The head of the brokerage firm nervously rubbed his hands together, his throat bobbing as he couldn't help but whisper something.

"Young master, will this work? It would be troublesome if we were discovered."

The magistrate's son suddenly turned his head, glared at him fiercely, and roared in a low voice.

"Shut up! Say another word and I'll cut your tongue out!"

The broker was so frightened that he trembled all over, quickly covered his mouth, nodded repeatedly, and dared not make another sound.

Fang Xiaoxiao and Lin Wan'er have felt for the past few days that a pair of malicious eyes are watching them from the shadows.

The seemingly casual figures around the inn, along with the occasional suspicious noises, made them wary.

The two clever and quick-witted women exchanged glances and began to devise a plan without making a sound.