latelenovela Chapter 257 Human Traffickers Deserve to Die 2
Chapter 257 Human Traffickers Deserve to Die 2
Zhang Jiacheng was the human trafficker who took her away right under her mother's nose.
Zhang Jiacheng has shown extraordinary musical talent at a young age.
His father, Zhang Zhiyuan, works as a middle-level manager in a large local state-owned enterprise. His job is stable but busy, and he often leaves home early and comes back late.
His mother, Li Xuemei, was a flutist in the city's song and dance troupe. She was skilled in flutism and was loved by colleagues and audiences. However, after Zhang Jiacheng was born, Li Xuemei quit her job and devoted herself to taking care of the child at home, becoming a full-time housewife.
Li Xuemei was very attentive to Zhang Jiacheng's education, especially in music.
She exposed Zhang Jiacheng to various musical instruments from a young age and eventually discovered that her son had a special liking for the violin. Therefore, she spared no effort to create the best learning conditions for her son, arranging professional violin lessons every week and often personally accompanying him in practice.
Zhang Jiacheng lived up to expectations. At the age of six, he could play many classic violin pieces completely, especially famous pieces such as "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" and "Mozart Serenade". His performance was already quite good.
Every Wednesday and Friday afternoon is Zhang Jiacheng’s regular piano lesson time.
Li Xuemei would personally pick up and drop off her son, rain or shine.
The piano store is not far from home, located on a busy commercial street in the city center. The teacher at the piano store is an old professor who retired from the Conservatory of Music. He has rich teaching experience and is very caring towards a good seedling like Zhang Jiacheng.
On this day, Zhang Jiacheng finished his lesson at the piano store as usual, and then walked out of the store with his mother, carrying his small piano case.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the mother and son. Pedestrians were hurrying on the street and cars were flowing continuously, but Li Xuemei's heart was filled with tranquility and satisfaction.
"Chengcheng, how did you feel about class today?" Li Xuemei asked gently.
"It's pretty good. The teacher even praised my improvement in playing 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'!" Zhang Jiacheng raised his little face with pride.
"You're so great, son! Mom will make you something delicious tonight." Li Xuemei smiled and touched her son's head.
The mother and son chatted along the way. When they passed the busy section of the commercial street, Zhang Jiacheng suddenly frowned and said to his mother, "Mom, I need to go to the bathroom."
Li Xuemei looked around and found a public toilet not far away. "Okay, let's go over there."
She took Zhang Jiacheng to the public restroom and watched her son walk into the men's restroom.
This kind of thing happens frequently. Zhang Jiacheng is already six years old, so of course he can't let his mother accompany him to the toilet. Moreover, he has been trained to have good self-care abilities since he was a child, so Li Xuemei is not worried.
She stood at the bathroom door, holding her son's violin case and coat in her hands, thinking about what to cook in the evening.
Less than two minutes later, a young man with a backpack on his back and a large suitcase in his hands also entered the men's restroom.
There were people coming and going here, but Li Xuemei thought they were just tourists traveling or locals returning from business trips, so she didn't pay much attention.
The man pushing the big suitcase came out of the toilet quickly and left without even looking at Li Xuemei at the door.
Time ticked by. Li Xuemei stood at the bathroom door, checking her watch from time to time. After a few minutes, she began to feel uneasy. Based on her usual experience, Zhang Jiacheng should have come out.
"Chengcheng? Are you ready?" she called out tentatively, with a hint of nervousness in her voice.
no respond.
Li Xuemei's heart began to beat faster. She quickly walked to the men's restroom door and looked out. "Chengcheng? Chengcheng?"
The bathroom was empty and her baby son was gone.
Li Xuemei suddenly felt dizzy, and her violin case and coat fell to the ground. She rushed into the men's restroom like crazy, checking each stall, but there was no sign of Zhang Jiacheng.
"Chengcheng! Chengcheng!" She almost screamed out her son's name, her voice full of despair and fear.
She ran out of the toilet and looked around, hoping to see the familiar little figure in the crowd. However, the streets were bustling with people and cars, but her son disappeared without a trace.
There is also the little fat boy in the car, Yu Zhuangzhuang, nicknamed Zhuangzhuang, who is four years old this year. He has a round head and a chubby little face that always has a sweet smile. He lives in a village in the city.
In recent years, with the increase in migrant workers, many indigenous residents in the village have made simple renovations to their houses and rented them out.
Because of its cheap rent and convenient transportation, it has become the first choice for many migrant workers to settle down.
The village has narrow streets, densely packed houses, and wires woven into the air like a spider web, but it has all the necessary amenities for daily life: small shops, vegetable markets, barber shops, snack stalls—everything is there, brimming with the atmosphere of a bustling market.
Despite the increase in the number of immigrants, the old residents of the village still make up the majority.
Everyone is familiar with each other, they greet each other when they meet, and they will take care of each other if anyone has any problems.
Zhuangzhuang's family is the original inhabitants of this village, and several generations have lived in this village. They converted the second-floor room into a small rental house, and they live on the first floor to make it easier to look after their children.
Zhuangzhuang is the baby of the family, and his parents, grandparents all dote on him.
Although he is young, he is lively and brave, and likes to play with his friends at the door.
There is a small open space in front of Zhuangzhuang's house where children often play games, chase and fight, while adults sit nearby chatting and drinking tea, looking up at the children from time to time to ensure their safety.
Because there are many old neighbors, everyone knows Zhuangzhuang, and everyone will tease him when they see him.
Zhuangzhuang is also sweet-talking, calling everyone "uncle," "auntie," "grandfather," and "grandma." The villagers like him and sometimes give him candy and snacks.
Zhuangzhuang's family is more at ease with him because there are many old neighbors in the village who take care of each other. If someone really wants to take the child away, the neighbors will go up and ask when they see them.
Logically speaking, it would be very difficult to kidnap a child in such a place. If you were caught, you would be beaten half to death at the cost of the police arriving quickly.
But Yu Zhuangzhuang was kidnapped.
That day, Zhuangzhuang was playing with sand not far from his home as usual.
"Why did you come here to play? Your mother is going crazy looking for you!" The woman came up and started to blame him, her tone full of impatience and reproach, as if she was really a relative of Zhuangzhuang.
Zhuangzhuang raised his head and looked at this aunt. He had met her several times before. The first few times, she also grabbed his hand and asked him why he was running around.
The mother saw it and came out to say that she was watching. The aunt then said that she was kind-hearted and was worried that the child would be abducted by human traffickers.
His mother was grateful to her, and every time she saw her, his mother asked him to greet her and call her aunt.
The woman scolded Zhuangzhuang in a bad mood while picking up the phone to dial a number. Zhuangzhuang stood aside, a little overwhelmed, but the woman's tone and attitude made him think that maybe it was really his mother who was looking for him.