Chapter 3: A Taste of Entering the House

After she said this, several people looked at her in disbelief. Judging from the way she was dressed, she should not have to worry about food and clothing even if she left the Lu family.

How could she be willing to squeeze into this small house with five of them?

"Not welcome?" Meng Anran raised an eyebrow, and there was an inexplicable sense of pressure in her tone that left no room for questioning.

Su Wanman quickly said, "No, no, we are of course very happy that you are willing to come back!"

"Yeah." Meng Anran stood up and looked around. "Do you mind if I take a look around?"

Mengrong's lips trembled and he hummed.

I always feel... this daughter is so strong!

Meng Anran was wandering around the house in her high heels, and Su Wanman gave her a brief introduction.

"The master bedroom is your father's and mine." Su Wanman pushed open the door of the master bedroom.

There was only a 1.5-meter-wide bed and a double-door wooden wardrobe inside. The style looked like it was from the 1980s and 1990s and had no aesthetic value.

"These pieces of furniture were left behind by the previous occupants of the house. We saw that they were in good condition, so we didn't replace them with new ones."

To put it nicely, it's called thriftiness, but to put it bluntly, it's poverty.

Meng Anran didn't comment, just glanced at it and moved away.

The other two rooms are about the same size, and the slightly smaller one is where Meng Yushu and Meng Chenghong live. It has a bunk bed and a desk, and can barely fit a small wardrobe.

The other room is Meng Zhen and Lu Qingcheng's room. The two single beds are placed in an L shape with their heads facing each other, and the remaining space is almost filled with wardrobes.

Just by looking at the sisters' belongings, you can tell that their living conditions are very different.

Each piece of clothes and shoes left by Lu Qingcheng was worth no less than five hundred yuan. There were seven or eight shoe boxes under the bed, and 70% of the wardrobe was filled with her clothes.

In comparison, her sister Mengzhen, who is only a few years older than her, only has a few presentable dresses.

Meng Anran glanced at the pile of miscellaneous things under the bed, feeling a little dissatisfied, but did not show it.

After returning to the living room and sitting down, they fell into endless silence again.

After a long while, Meng Rong sighed heavily and broke the silence: "An Ran, you've seen our house before. If you have a better place to go, you don't have to force yourself to stay here."

The Meng family is considered a well-off family, with a car and a house, but the couple has to support four children's education, so life is inevitably tight.

Thinking of how Lu Qingcheng left without even looking back and showing no sign of reluctance, Meng Rong felt a pang of heartache.

Those once bright eyes seemed to have been blinded by wealth and power, until even a hint of gratitude was gone.

If a daughter whom he had raised and lived with for more than ten years could be so heartless, what about the daughter who was raised in a wealthy family?

How can one accept the change from a life of luxury to a life of poverty?

Noticing Meng Rong's loneliness, Meng Anran did not try to comfort him. She never knew how to comfort others.

He just said, "Can my sister and I live in the same room? Can we throw away all the things that don't belong to me and my sister?"

It feels like entering a new house.

Meng Yushu, who was wiping his younger brother's hands, froze when he heard this.

How can flowers raised in a greenhouse withstand the wind and rain and become wild flowers by the river?

Maybe she just wants to have fun. The eldest daughter's life is too comfortable, so she comes here to experience life.

Thinking of this, Meng Yushu followed her words and said, "Since Anran is coming back to live here, I naturally have to clean up the room for you. After dinner, I'll go pack up Qingcheng's things and throw them away."

Meng Zhen looked at Meng Yushu in surprise.

The one who doted on Lu Qingcheng the most was Meng Yushu. How could he accept the fact that his sister was replaced so quickly and even be so cruel as to throw away all the things left by Lu Qingcheng?

Meng Anran raised the corner of her lips and smiled, "Thank you, brother."