Moreover, she felt that since Lingling belonged to her family, it was equivalent to her family being related to the village chief. In the future, whenever she asked the village chief for something, she could easily get it done.

Thinking of this, he became even more determined to bring Lingling home.

Lingling, who was at the center of this incident, stood beside Mengyue. Her helpless heart gradually calmed down and she was no longer so scared.

Lingling took her two daughters and asked them and Mengyue to ask about it.

Mengyue didn't want to meddle in other people's business. She just looked at the two thin little girls with timid eyes, and her heart softened. She took out three pieces of crispy candies from the space and handed them to the little girls.

The two little girls looked at the candy with longing eyes, but still shook their heads firmly.

"Sister, please take the candy away. My sister and I don't want to eat it."

Mengyue didn't say anything, but peeled the candy and fed it to the two little girls. She handed the remaining piece to Zhaodi and said softly, "Zhaodi, please help your sister bring this piece to Pandi."

Lingling's eldest daughter had never eaten such delicious candies before. She took the candy out of her mouth, licked it carefully, and savored the sweet aroma of the candy. She didn't hear what Mengyue said at all.

He took the candy from Mengyue and handed it to Lingling.

"Mom, please put it away for my little sister. I'm afraid I can't help eating it."

"Tuo."

Lingling had worked in the family for so long, so she knew how generous Mengyue was. She would not take these pieces of candy seriously at all.

Mengyue was willing to give her daughter the candy, and she was so happy that she had no reason to refuse it.

After Lingling put the candy for her youngest daughter in the pot, she stood there without saying a word.

However, others did not know that Mengyue, who was standing next to Lingling, clearly noticed Lingling's emotional changes.

In the past, Lingling was cowardly and didn’t dare to resist when she was beaten or scolded.

But ever since she started working at her mother's house, no, strictly speaking, at her father's house, Lingling has slowly changed.

Because she looked at Mengyue, who was obviously an unmarried girl and whose reputation had been ruined, which was worse than being divorced.

But how did Mengyue get by? She didn't care at all. Yes, she really didn't care at all.

She didn't care about other people's gossip, just did what she liked, and helped the villagers make a lot of money, which won everyone's respect.

As for Mengyue's past, everyone tacitly agreed not to mention it. As time passed, it was destined to be gradually forgotten. People would only remember that Mengyue had allowed everyone to live a life with enough food and warm clothing.

When she was working at home, she saw Mengyue exuding confidence and felt envious. She also wanted to become such a person.

But she knew her own limitations and just hoped to stand on her own feet and provide a better life for her three daughters.

However, after being in contact with Mengyue for such a long time, she has been greatly influenced by her and is no longer the Menglingling who allowed herself to be beaten and scolded.

So when Mrs. Wang shamelessly went to her father's house to talk about her marriage with Wang Lai, Lingling was not going to put it off.

She squatted down and said to her two daughters, "Zhao Di, Lai Di, you two stay here with your sister for now. I'm going to deal with that shameless old witch. Is that okay?"

"Damn it, mother."

"Mom, please go quickly. The old witch is so evil."

Looking at her two well-behaved daughters, Lingling felt a surge of determination and left Mrs. Wang.