Like a walking corpse, Meng Zihan followed Meng Xueyun back to the Ye family.
As soon as she entered the room, Meng Xueyun shouted joyfully at the top of her lungs.
"Old Ye, Xiao Nan, Xiao Bei, and Xiao Han are back."
Compared to Meng Xueyun's enthusiasm, the rest of the Ye family seemed particularly indifferent.
Ye Zhenghua sat on the sofa, coldly watching Meng Zihan, his brows furrowed tightly, unable to feel happy at all.
This girl is a burden; I need to find a way to get her to leave quickly so she won't cause me any more trouble later.
The doors to Ye Linnan and Ye Linbei's rooms were closed, and the two brothers didn't even show their faces.
Seeing the deserted scene, Meng Xueyun felt embarrassed and called out to Ye Zhenghua, "Old Ye, Xiaohan is back."
He gestured to express his welcome.
Ye Zhenghua sighed, stood up and walked to Meng Zihan's side, coldly saying, "It's good that you're back. Stay put from now on and don't cause any more trouble."
After saying that, he turned and went into the house, not even watching TV.
Meng Zihan followed Ye Zhenghua's retreating figure with icy eyes, then glanced at the twins' tightly closed door. She said nothing, only lowered her eyes and continued changing her shoes.
Meng Xueyun took Meng Zihan's hand and led her to a newly cleaned room.
"Xiaohan, look, this is a room that your aunt prepared especially for you."
Meng Zihan looked up and realized that the so-called room was just the original kitchen.
Meng Xueyun learned from other residents in the residential area how to move the kitchen to the balcony, thus turning the kitchen into a bedroom.
The room was small, only about six square meters, but it was small yet had all the essentials.
There is a custom-made small bed against the wall, next to the bed is a small desk, and behind the door there is a built-in kitchen cabinet where you can put clothes.
The bed was already covered with white floral sheets and duvet covers, and curtains with the same pattern were hanging on the small window by the balcony.
Under the white ceiling light, it actually feels quite cozy.
However, every movement on the balcony, including the heat from cooking, will seep into the room through this window.
It's hardly a good place to stay.
But it's still much better than sleeping in the living room.
Meng Zihan now has her own private space.
Ever since she betrayed Meng Zihan to protect herself, causing her to be detained, Meng Xueyun has felt guilty and vowed to protect her and make it up to her in the future.
But before long, Meng Zihan was back in, and Meng Xueyun was helpless and could only watch her suffer inside.
Meng Xueyun felt increasingly indebted to her and wanted to treat her even better, so despite Ye Zhenghua's objections, she insisted on having this room made.
"So, Xiaohan, are you satisfied?"
Meng Xueyun asked cautiously, afraid that Meng Zihan would be dissatisfied.
Meng Zihan looked around expressionlessly, inwardly feeling extremely disgusted.
It's much smaller than her single dormitory room at Jiangcheng Normal University; you can't even turn around properly.
There's also a smell of cooking oil!
It's only slightly better than the dormitories in the textile factory.
Meng Xueyun prepared this kind of room for herself, and she still has the nerve to ask if she's satisfied!
Why doesn't she invite the twins to stay here!
Meng Zihan remained silent, and Meng Xueyun's heart jumped into her throat as she looked at her anxiously.
"Thank you, Auntie," Meng Zihan said suddenly.
Meng Xueyun was stunned for a moment, then a surprised smile appeared on her face.
"If you like it, that's all that matters."
She thought Meng Zihan would throw a tantrum, but she was surprised that she accepted it so calmly.
Looking at Meng Zihan, who had become much more sensible, Meng Xueyun felt a pang of guilt and heartache.
Meng Xueyun opened the door, revealing a wardrobe behind it: "Xiaohan, I've put all your clothes in this wardrobe. You should rest well first. If you need anything, just tell your aunt, and your aunt will do her best to meet your needs."
Meng Zihan nodded, walked to the bedside and sat down, staring blankly at the ground, seemingly lost in thought.
Seeing her like this, Meng Xueyun felt even more distressed.
This child, I don't know what kind of suffering he endured inside, he's completely lost his spirit.
"Xiaohan, Auntie will make you something delicious."
After Meng Xueyun finished speaking, she gently closed the door and walked out.
She decided that she would take good care of Meng Zihan from now on, use her love to heal her pain, help her get back on her feet, and become the Meng Zihan she used to be.
When Meng Zihan returned, she seemed to have lost her soul, and was lifeless.
She doesn't talk much at home, and when you do talk to her, she rarely responds.
He eats three meals a day without fail, and he eats quite a lot. After finishing his meal, he wipes his mouth, gets up, closes the door, and goes to sleep.
I woke up, and it was time to eat again, so I went out to eat.
When he wasn't asleep, he would stare intently at the ceiling, motionless, seemingly lost in thought.
Seeing Meng Zihan's half-dead appearance, Meng Xueyun couldn't help but feel uneasy.
As she lay in bed that night, she couldn't help but nudge Ye Zhenghua beside her and ask with concern, "Old Ye, do you think Xiaohan is sick?"
Ye Zhenghua rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"He's sick, lazy! He does nothing but eats a lot. He's only been back a few days and he's already gained a lot of weight."
Ye Zhenghua gets annoyed whenever he talks about Meng Zihan.
His original plan was to find her another job with room and board, then throw her out of the house so he wouldn't have to see her anymore.
But the news that Meng Zihan was released after his second incarceration spread like wildfire throughout the family compound.
She tried several connections, but no one wanted her, fearing she would get into trouble.
So much so that he couldn't even throw it away!
Meng Xueyun knew that Ye Zhenghua disliked Meng Zihan, so she didn't dare to utter a single word back as he continued to berate her.
She knew in her heart that whether Meng Zihan could find a place to settle down now depended on Ye Zhenghua's approval.
After Ye Zhenghua had vented his anger, she cautiously asked, "Xiaohan mainly wants to go to university; she's been holding this in. Doesn't our steel plant have recommendation slots for the Party School's correspondence courses? Why don't you talk to the higher-ups and try to get one for her?"
The correspondence students of the Party School that Meng Xueyun mentioned are different from regular commissioned students; they are adult university students.
Working during the day and attending classes at night makes the degree incredibly low in value.
As long as you register and put in a little effort, you can basically pass the exam.
The factory even covers tuition fees, which sounds impressive, but it's really just about getting a useless associate's degree.
A young man from their cafeteria went to study there, and supposedly after a semester, he didn't even know what the teachers looked like, but he still passed the exam and got his diploma.
Meng Xueyun felt that Meng Zihan was in such a daze because he kept thinking about going to university.
If we can find her a university to attend and fulfill her dream of going to college, maybe she'll be able to see things differently.
By the time she finished her studies, everyone had forgotten about her past. She was now a college graduate in name only, and with a stable job, she could live a good life in the future.
Ye Zhenghua stared wide-eyed at Meng Xueyun in disbelief.
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
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