Chapter 240 How to Prove He is Not My Husband
"Xiao Mei, you don't want to take revenge on that woman, do you? Don't go down a path of no return."
"..." Ye Xiaomei's forehead was instantly filled with black lines.
Okay, she shut up and said nothing more.
When they returned to the dumpling restaurant, they unexpectedly saw more than ten customers, and Ye Xiaomei was almost blinded by the lights.
Fortunately, Shang Zhen had a conscience and rolled up his sleeves to help with the work.
Zhao Mei was also very busy: "Xiao Mei, you are here, look who is here?"
Ye Xiaomei then took a closer look: "Auntie Wu? Auntie Li..."
Why did people from my hometown suddenly come in groups?
"Hey, Xiaomei, you didn't even go home during the summer vacation. The villagers are waiting to celebrate your child's full moon."
Aunt Wu smiled widely.
"That's right. We are all from the same village. How can we hide our happiness? I brought you 20 eggs and two bags of brown sugar from my hometown to nourish your body."
Ye Xiaomei was completely dumbfounded.
Murakami does have such an old rule. No matter who has a family affair, they have to come to the house and take the initiative to help. This is called reciprocity.
"Look at this child. Pregnancy makes a child stupid for three years. Auntie, please eat and drink well. This girl is so happy all of a sudden."
Zhao Mei was serving dumplings to her fellow villagers while chatting with them, and she couldn't help but smile.
Yes, the one who can come to the city to congratulate you is a fellow villager.
Zhao Mei got along well with these elders, and she took a stool and chatted with them in circles:
"It's not that I'm not going back. Isn't my son-in-law busy? He was originally planning to go back in August, but now he's busy again.
When we get home, we must set up a few tables, and I will ask my son-in-law to go door to door to invite you all."
——Zhao Mei, you are really blessed. You have a good son-in-law and a capable daughter-in-law. You even opened a shop.
——That’s right, it’s really enviable to look at.
——These dumplings are really delicious. Please bring back two for my husband to try.
——Yeah, yes, it’s delicious. The skin is thin and the filling is big and juicy. My grandson has never eaten such delicious dumplings. I am very clumsy, so I will bring two servings as well.
Zhao Mei's face was flushed, and she slapped her thigh and said modestly: "This is not the point. Our sheep are growing well this year. We can sell them for a lot of money. Next year, we will buy a few big yellow cattle to raise. It would be a waste of space if we don't raise some animals."
In the yard, Shang Zhen pulled Ye Xiaomei and said, "This relative of yours is really a big eater. He eats while taking food."
Ye Xiaomei also realized that two bowls per person were not enough, and she even asked to take the food away.
"Everyone in my hometown is almost like this." Ye Xiaomei said with a pained look. Eleven people came and ate more than thirty bowls of dumplings. All the fillings were eaten up today.
After Ye Xiaomei fed the child, Zhao Mei closed the shop and returned to the yard.
Her face did not look good. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her two grandchildren who were sleeping on the cool mat with their hands clasped together.
"Mom, what's wrong with you?"
When Ye Xiaomei asked this, Zhao Mei took a deep breath and said with a gloomy look in her eyes:
"I just heard that your mother-in-law has been living a very idle life. She told everyone that you gave birth to a pair of girls. What? She heard that it was a boy. You tricked her into letting her take care of your children."
Ye Xiaomei's heart skipped a beat. Is Wang Lan so thoughtful?
She suddenly remembered the pinhole on the condom and felt relieved. Maybe she was just overthinking it. However:
"So, why did Aunt Wu bring the villagers here to find out the truth?"
"Mom is an experienced person, and I can tell what you mean. Sigh... it's hard to be a woman!" Zhao Mei covered her face and sobbed for a few times, then wiped her face randomly:
"When I gave birth to you, your grandmother looked down on me and said I was a concubine. You were lucky enough to have two grandsons in one go, but your grandmother's heart was really chilling. At first, I thought you were lucky to have a good mother-in-law like Wang Lan, but I didn't expect her to be such a person."
Ye Xiaomei didn't offer too much comfort. In fact, she had never intended to get so close to Wang Lan.
Everyone's pursuit in life is different.
"Xiao Mei, have you noticed that Wang Lan treated you well in the beginning because she was afraid that you would not marry her paralyzed son? Later, when Qijun's leg was healed, she became more confident."
No matter how honest Zhao Mei is, she is, after all, a country girl, and anyone with a discerning eye can see these things.
Ye Xiaomei's heart skipped a beat. Isn't that right? When a person feels that someone has no value to him or her, he or she will start to be picky. She didn't want her mother to continue to think about it, so she quickly changed the subject:
"Mom, let's talk about the full moon banquet when we get back. I think my life is pretty good now. Hasn't Xiaoya been to the city before? Just think of it as playing here. So take your time and have fun."
It will only be two months at most, and Xiaoya will go back to school after the summer vacation.
"I think we should just give up." Zhao Mei suddenly said in a decisive tone.
“……” Ye Xiaomei was stunned.
Zhao Mei saw her daughter's doubts and said, "Although your mother-in-law is knowledgeable and reasonable, her actions are sometimes very chilling. And about Qijun's matter, what Xiaoya said last time was true. Mom saw it, but I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would be sad."
Ye Xiaomei's heart skipped a beat. How could this be explained?
"Mom, let's figure this out later. If Qijun says he wants to go back for the banquet, then we'll go. If he says he doesn't want to go back, then we won't go back. After all, he is the father of the baby."
As she spoke, Ye Xiaomei's mind began to wander again.
Do you think this is strange?
Who is this person?
Why did he pretend to be Ma Qijun?
Also, why does he look exactly like Ma Qijun?
Ye Xiaomei couldn't wait any longer. Anyway, all the dumplings had been eaten by the villagers, and it was time to close the door and welcome guests in the afternoon.
It's not easy to find Shang Zhen about this matter. She hasn't slept for two days and three nights. She said she was playing mahjong with someone all night. I guess she's sleeping like a dead pig now that she's back at home.
At the fork in the road, Ye Xiaomei squatted for a while, and when she got tired she stood up and stretched her legs.
Finally, I waited for Heizi and Zhang Sanmao.
When Ye Xiaomei told this, the two of them looked at each other.
"Sister-in-law, what did you say?" Heizi's eyes widened: "Looks like the boss? Are you sure he's not the boss?"
Zhang Sanmao gulped, his Adam's apple moving a little: "Sister-in-law, you are not mistaken, are you?"
"Absolutely not, but you two must not ask me how I can prove that he is not my husband." Ye Xiaomei really didn't want to explain, and didn't know how to explain.
Zhang Sanmao spread his hands and said, "This is really strange! How should we investigate it?"
"Yes, sister-in-law." Heizi scratched his head vigorously. What the hell was going on?
"The boss's files are all classified as military secrets, but the person is definitely right. If we investigate the boss directly, the information we can find will be among the confidential ones. After looking through them, it's still the same. It's really hard to investigate at this rate."
Ye Xiaomei pondered it carefully and said, "Who are you looking for?"
"What does that woman look like?" Zhang Sanmao asked seriously.
Ye Xiaomei described it in detail. Clothes will change, hairstyles will change, but one thing will not change:
"She has a mole in the hollow of her chin, not very noticeable, kind of gray."
Ye Xiaomei said this very seriously.
Zhang Sanmao added: "What if he did it intentionally with an eyebrow pencil?"
"..." Ye Xiaomei looked at Zhang Sanmao like an idiot: "Don't we need to match other features?"
"This needs to be drawn." Heizi added.
Ye Xiaomei spent the entire afternoon in the darkroom of the police station participating in image matching, and finally in the evening she matched an image that most resembled Miss Hongyi.
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