Gu Xue's eyes lit up the moment she saw Su Xiumei, and she exclaimed excitedly, "Sister Mei, it really is you! I'm going home with Anan!"

Su Xiangnan glanced at the ruins next door, a cold smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.

He thought to himself: It's good that it's burned, it's best to burn it completely clean...

When Meng Shuyun came out, she immediately caught the undisguised, triumphant smile on Su Xiangnan's face.

Look at him, he burned down his own house and he's still so smug about it.

Meng Shuyun turned to Su Xiumei and called out, "Xiumei, take Xue'er inside. If she hasn't eaten, cook her two more bowls of noodles. Xiang Nan and I have something to talk about."

Su Xiumei nodded obediently and pulled Gu Xue inside.

Although she didn't know what the two wanted to talk about, she always did whatever her mother asked without hesitation.

Without waiting for Su Xiangnan's reply, Meng Shuyun pushed his wheelchair straight to the edge of the bamboo forest, her voice icy cold: "You burned down the house, didn't you?"

"So what if it is?"

So what if it's burned!

I warned you long ago not to mess with me and Xue'er.

You're so ruthless; you can't stand to see me doing well.

The house burned down, it's all your fault!

"It's because of you that I burned down your house! Who told you to ignore my warnings!" Su Xiangnan roared viciously.

Meng Shuyun was so angry that her chest heaved violently. With a "smack," she slapped Su Xiangnan hard across the face. Her fingers trembled as she pointed at his nose and cursed, "Xiulan and the two children are still inside!"

If you're unhappy about something, take it out on me!

Xiulan and Xiuju are focused on helping you heal your leg. Why don't you think about what would happen if Xiulan and the child hadn't escaped?

Do you think you've lived up to their sincere feelings for you?

Su Xiangnan's eyes darted away for a moment, then he roared hysterically, "It's all your fault! You're the culprit who killed them! What right do you have to talk to me like that?"

"Slap..." Another slap landed on Su Xiangnan's other cheek.

"This slap was for Xiulan; she was truly blind to have given herself to such an ungrateful wretch like you! That slap was for Xiuju; I felt the same way about her. If you dare hurt them again, I will absolutely not forgive you!"

"hehe……"

Su Xiangnan burst into maniacal laughter, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes were filled with an icy chill.

"What right do you have to criticize me? Aren't you the one who hurt them the most? Pretending to be a good person here is disgusting, utterly hypocritical! I will never forgive you in this lifetime!"

Whether you forgive me or not is your business. I will make up for the mistakes I made one by one.

After saying this, Meng Shuyun turned and left alone, her eyes revealing a complex and unfathomable look.

She knew perfectly well that what Su Xiangnan said wasn't entirely unreasonable.

They have no memory of the previous generation, but it was indeed because of them that they suffered one after another.

She would do anything to make amends in her lifetime.

Su Xiangnan inwardly scoffed. "They speak so righteously, but they're only nice to her daughter now because they did too many bad things in their past lives."

How noble can she be? Can she erase the harm from her past life by making amends in this one?

Su Xiangnan then pushed the wheelchair away from the spot.

Just then, a window creaked open from the inside.

Su Xiulan's face was covered in tears, and she covered her mouth tightly with her hand, afraid that she would cry out loud.

She heard those words clearly and never imagined that it was Su Xiangnan who burned down the old house!

She had also heard about Gu Xue's situation; wasn't it her mother who brought her back?

Why does Xiang Nan harbor such hostility towards his mother?

Although she couldn't understand why Su Xiangnan said that her mother had hurt them the most, Su Xiangnan's words just now were like a knife, piercing straight into her heart and wounding her deeply.

How did Xiang Nan, who grew up on my back, end up like this?

She couldn't help but think that he must be possessed by a ghost, and that the person in front of her was no longer the younger brother she used to love.

As soon as Meng Shuyun stepped into the front yard, she saw an unfamiliar, uninvited guest.

The man appeared to be over 1.8 meters tall, wearing a blue factory uniform. He was dark-skinned and thin, carrying things in both hands.

"Mother-in-law! It's me, Zhou Xianye! I've come to take Xiumei home." As soon as Zhou Xianye saw Meng Shuyun, he quickly put on a big smile and stepped forward to say.

Meng Shuyun glanced at Zhou Xianye's bright white teeth, her brows furrowing into a deep frown. She said irritably, "What are you doing here? Have you explained things to your mother? Have you separated the family yet?"

When Zhou Xianye returned home for the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, he found that his wife had gone back to her parents' home. He overheard Zhong Shuzhen saying a lot of bad things about Su Xiumei, saying that she had run away and come back on her own. He rushed over in a panic.

The villagers told him what happened that day, and he knew that his mother-in-law had come to argue with him.

While parents are alive, the family doesn't separate. Zhong Shuzhen didn't bring it up, and he wouldn't bring it up either. There was nothing he could do but bring gifts and go to apologize.

"Not yet, I..."

Zhou Xianye was so anxious that sweat poured down his forehead. He was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to explain. He knew in his heart that this matter was probably not something that could be explained or resolved in a short time.

"I made it very clear that day that if you can't cut ties with your family, don't come to see me. I won't let Xiumei go back with you and suffer." Meng Shuyun snorted coldly, turned around and went into the courtyard, leaving Zhou Xianye standing outside.

Zhou Xianye was blocked outside the courtyard. Meng Shuyun didn't say anything, so he didn't dare to go in rashly. He could only crane his neck and look longingly into the courtyard.

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