Chapter 657: Cocoon of a Story within a Story

As the autumn air grew cooler, the people at the two tables in the main room all stopped eating.

The play that was trying to keep someone secret finally turned into a pantomime with the appearance of Tian Meihui.

Zhao Sheng's eyes were cold as he slowly scanned everyone in the room.

All the familiar faces became eerie and hideous.

No one dared to speak up to break this scam with ulterior motives.

A hint of scorn flashed across his narrow eyes, and he asked again in disbelief, "Who is she? What is she doing here?"

In the prolonged silence, there is an undercurrent that is about to explode.

"Why did you invite guests for Mid-Autumn Festival? We're only eating now, and most of the food is gone."

The dull sound of chopsticks hitting the edge of the bowl struck the ears of everyone present. Compared to Zhao Sheng's rage of directly overturning the table, he was the most terrifying now.

Zhao Liren knew that the plot of the original book was about getting married at about this time, but she didn't expect it to be a farce where she had to suffer in silence.

She knew that Tian Meihui had come to their house several times in the past two months, but she did nothing and just followed the development of the plot.

"Why don't you say anything?"

Tian Meihui, standing at the threshold, glanced at Zhao's mother, took a deep breath and walked in. She knew there would be a fight and she would have to face it alone.

"Comrade Zhao Sheng, today is a happy day for you and me."

Someone broke the paper first, and Zhao Tiezhu rarely showed his dignity as the head of the family, "Second brother, this is the daughter-in-law that your mother and I have chosen for you.

You are usually busy, so this time you come back and get things done. You are not young anymore, so you should know the priorities when doing things. "

"How serious?"

Zhao Sheng looked as if he had heard something funny, and glared at the two people sitting at the main seat with a sharp gaze, "You call it serious to stuff all the stinky and dirty things into my mouth?"

Wang Caihong was stung by his eyes, and the few guilty feelings she had were completely gone when she saw the look in his eyes as if he was her enemy. She straightened her back and wanted to justify the coercion.

"I'm fine, why are you making a fuss? Am I wronging you by helping you get married?

I personally helped pick your wife. She has a job and looks good. How is she not worthy of you?"

After she started talking, Wang Caihong's words became more and more fluent. She even slammed the table and stood firm with her shouts, thinking that she was a good mother who cared only about her son.

"Do you think you are such a great person? Don't you thank your parents for their hard work?

Are you going to be our enemy with such a cold look on your face? Is there anyone in this family who wants to harm you?"

She shouted, squinting her eyes, and almost deceived herself.

"If you are angry, just say a few words. Don't be shameless."

Zhao Tiezhu ended the farce, just like he had done countless times before, "She has been married and the feast has been eaten. From now on, Tian Meihui is the daughter-in-law of my Zhao family."

Ma Dongmei and Zhao Li looked at each other, not daring to breathe, and secretly glanced at Zhao Sheng's dark face, fearing that he was not so kind.

"Have you said enough?" Zhao Sheng stood up from his seat, walked around the table a few steps, looked at the sunlight falling on the yard, and felt a chill on his back. He suddenly turned around and sneered.

"Who she is has nothing to do with me."

The people in the room had nothing to do with him.

It seemed as if Zhao Sheng's eyes were too creepy. Uncle Zhao's heart skipped a beat. He had always disapproved of what his second brother and his wife did, but he was only an uncle from the next room. How could he have a say in marriage?

Wang Caihong also became angry and was determined to suppress his rebelliousness. "I'm telling you this, you must admit that Tian Meihui is your wife, otherwise you can forget about your job in the city."

"You are so disrespectful and disrespectful. Who doesn't have parents decide on marriages? I'll hang myself at the gate of the steel factory with a hemp rope. Who would dare to employ you?"

Zhao Cong thought about speaking up for his second brother, but he knew it would be useless. His parents just wanted to get benefits from him, so where would they use the money they got?

Using this to describe him and his younger sister, he himself is the one who is relying on his second brother to gnaw bones. For him to jump out and speak now just seems hypocritical and hateful.

Their hypocritical behavior is disgusting, it is better to let my second brother hate them.

There was a huge crowd of people who wanted to drag him down, drink his blood and eat his flesh. How could they let him go?

Zhao Sheng's heart, which had long been cold, suddenly gave rise to a surge of hatred. He pulled the corners of his mouth and said nothing, then walked out of the main room with a smile on his face.

But whether that smile was a sign of resignation or had some other meaning was something the Zhao family members did not dare to think about.

"Meihui, it's okay. The second child has always been stubborn. Just put the blame on me, the mother. Other things have nothing to do with you."

Wang Caihong took her daughter-in-law's hand and smiled, "He is easily influenced. As long as you treat him well, you will be husband and wife in no time."

"Oh." Tian Meihui's face was flushed, and she didn't know whether she was embarrassed by her mother-in-law's words or by the recent breakup between mother and son.

She was a little uneasy and felt secretly regretful, but when she thought of the success that was just around the corner, she felt that it was all worth it.

He married her, and they were husband and wife. As long as she treated him wholeheartedly, there would be a day when the stone would warm up sooner or later.

Tian Meihui's fighting spirit rose again, and she looked forward to a loving future with him.

However, before this dream reached the stage of having children, a man carrying a bag appeared in the yard again.

Are you leaving today even though it's a holiday? Yes, he has a stubborn temper, so he must be angry. Tian Meihui consoled herself and excused him in her heart.

The marriage was already settled, and Zhao Sheng was unable to resist and returned to Ze County in anger. Zhao's father and mother did not force him to stay at home.

At least things weren't too bad and not a single pot or pan was broken.

Wang Caihong just thought of this when she heard her grandson Donkey Dan yelling, "Oh, mother, Second Uncle's bowl is cracked."

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The Mid-Autumn Festival ended in a bad mood. When Zhao Sheng arrived in the town, he did not go to the station immediately. Instead, he went to the police station to report his family for engaging in feudal arranged marriage.

The file was kept not to put Zhao's father and mother in jail, and the police station couldn't do anything about it. At most they could give them a verbal education.

He just wanted to prevent his marriage certificate from being torn off without his knowledge.

When they returned to Ze County, they repeated the operation again. Zhao Sheng hated the shameless Tian Meihui so much that he wanted to have sex with her. It was simply a dream for her to want to be his wife.

He had plenty of ways to embarrass her, and when he returned to the steel factory, he deliberately put on an ugly face so that the security guard could see him, "Xiao Zhao, what's wrong with you?

Didn't you just go back to celebrate the festival this morning? Why are you back now?"

As he was talking, the security guard recalled what happened earlier, "Oh, by the way, two months ago someone came to ask me about you, but I couldn't find you, so I got delayed.

Is everything alright?"

Zhao Sheng didn't say anything, but pretended to be fine with a slightly tired look, "...It's okay, I...I have something else to do, so I'll go back to the dormitory first."

He looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated, which obviously meant he had something wrong. The security guard saw that he was staggering and guessed that he had encountered some serious problem.

It was the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, and he returned to the factory so soon. It must be that something happened at home and he was upset. Otherwise, who would run back to the factory during the holidays?

In the evening, Zhao Sheng did not go to the canteen to get food, but just ate up the two bags of mooncakes in his bag.

Lying in bed at night and looking at the moon outside the window, it was bright and clear, yet bone-chillingly cold.

Lin Yiyi felt that the small warehouse was too stuffy, so she opened the door and let some wind in, but it wouldn't come in.

She only saw a figure standing in the hall. She was afraid it was a ghost, but she felt it was impossible.

I plucked up my courage and went out, feeling my way to the right side of the stairs and turned on the light switch in the hall.

"Yiyi, you haven't slept yet?" Ding Li had been standing there for a long time. Seeing that she was still awake, a light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Lin Yiyi went up to him and whispered, "Why are you here? Are you done with your work?"

"I'm sorry. I came back late because we had an appointment to spend Mid-Autumn Festival together." Ding Li was afraid that she would be angry for waiting for too long and that she would back out again.

After finishing his work, he rushed back to the sea overnight, but unfortunately it was too late.

Lin Yiyi was afraid of disturbing others, so she stretched out her hand and pointed outside. As she walked with him, she seemed to smell a faint smell of blood.

When they reached the garden street lamp, she turned her head and smiled at him, "It's nothing, it's not too late now, today is still Mid-Autumn Festival."

Lin Yiyi knew that he didn't stand her up on purpose. Everyone has busy times. "Look, the moon is full."

Maybe it was because the street lights were too dim, but she felt that he didn't look very well, so she asked him gently, "Did you eat mooncakes?"

Ding Li said in a muffled voice: "No."

"......" I didn't expect that he was so busy that he didn't even have time to eat mooncakes.

"That's perfect. I ate two, so I've helped you eat."

Seeing that he came back so late and was very busy, Lin Yiyi started to care about him again, "Have you eaten yet?"

Seeing him shaking his head again, Lin Yiyi took Ding Li to the kitchen helplessly.

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