Meng Xueyun was a bit confused by Meng Zihan's scolding. She stood frozen by the phone, holding the receiver, with a fine sweat on her forehead.
Her mind was in turmoil, and she asked tremblingly, "Xiaohan, what do you mean? Isn't this your money back? Why can't I use it?"
She took a breath and tried to soften her voice.
"Let it go, Xiaohan. You and your dad should come back to Jiangcheng. If the family works together, we can always find a way. It's better than suffering outside."
On the other end of the phone, Meng Zihan suddenly exploded, her voice shrill.
"What do you know?! What future can I have if I go back to Jiangcheng? Aren't you trying to ruin me?"
Since arriving in the port city, Meng Zihan has seen the bustling street scenes there and has been supported by Director Zhou, living a life of comfort and luxury, and has already tasted the pleasures of a life of extravagance and debauchery.
Having grown accustomed to new clothes, luxury cars, and gourmet food, she no longer wanted to return to Jiangcheng.
Back in the dark and damp little house of the Ye family, he endured the gossip of the old lady downstairs, did the lowest-paying jobs like the other neighbors, earned meager wages, and lived a life looked down upon.
Her breathing became rapid, and her words grew increasingly hysterical: "Uncle is sick, that's just bad luck for him! Isn't he suffering like this? Death would be a relief! Aunt, why waste money on him!"
Meng Xueyun was stunned for a moment, feeling as if she had been punched hard in the chest.
She covered the microphone, her face deathly pale, her voice trembling violently.
“Xiaohan… what did you say? This is your uncle! He treated you like his own daughter, I can’t just stand by and watch him die.”
Meng Zihan interrupted her mercilessly: "What's wrong with that? Have you forgotten? He cheated on you before and wanted a divorce! Now that you've saved his life, are you just going to let him cheat on you again? What are you after?!"
These words struck Meng Xueyun like a thunderbolt, sending chills down her spine.
She spoke in a trembling voice, "Xiaohan...you're really too heartless...that's your uncle! No matter what, we've been married for twenty years, and he's sick, I can't just leave him like this!"
Meng Zihan's crying suddenly intensified, and she roared angrily, "So you're just going to abandon me?! You only care about your uncle, you don't care about me at all!"
Meng Xueyun shook her head anxiously, almost dropping the microphone on the ground.
"It's not that your aunt doesn't care about you, it's that your aunt is powerless! Xiaohan, your aunt really can't help you..."
Meng Zihan gritted her teeth, her emotions completely out of control.
"What about Ye Linchen? Go beg Ye Linchen! She's rich! She tutors every day and has saved up a lot of money, she definitely has it! Go beg her!"
Meng Xueyun quickly explained in a low voice, "I've already gone to her, and I even asked her to borrow money from her boyfriend... but she wouldn't help, Xiaohan. Auntie really has no other choice."
After he said that, there was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds.
Meng Zihan suddenly realized.
Yes, Gu Jingran!
Gu Jingran is the real sugar daddy!
Why didn't she think of that?
Her eyes suddenly lit up, and a crazy idea popped into her head.
Since Ye Linchen won't help, she can simply go to Gu Jingran herself!
One hundred thousand is nothing more than a drop in the ocean for Gu Jingran.
Thinking of this, Meng Zihan stopped listening to what Meng Xueyun was saying and slammed the phone down.
"Hello? Xiaohan? Xiaohan?!" Meng Xueyun shouted in a panic, but all she heard from the receiver was a busy signal.
She anxiously held up the microphone and called out several times, but there was no response from the other end.
She had no choice but to put down the phone hesitantly and pay the phone bill with trembling hands.
Seeing that she seemed dazed, the woman at the convenience store couldn't help but sigh and advised her, "Xiao Meng, I'm not trying to be nosy, but your niece... she really doesn't behave properly. She's someone else's child after all, you can't really take her seriously. You should just focus on taking care of your own family."
The old woman's voice carried a hint of sincerity: "Your daughter is promising, and your two sons are doing well in school. They'll have no problem getting into good universities in the future. Although Old Ye is sick, I see that his complexion is slowly improving, so you don't need to be too sad. There's no need to ruin your family for a niece who's not even worthy of your love."
Meng Xueyun's lips trembled, tears welled up in her eyes, and she nodded haphazardly, as if she had heard everything, yet also as if she hadn't heard anything at all.
She walked home in a daze. As soon as she opened the door, she couldn't hold back anymore. She collapsed onto the sofa, covered her face with her hands, and cried out in suppressed sobs.
Tears streamed down my fingers, soaking my clothes.
Her mind was racing.
Was all her love and care for Meng Zihan over the years a mistake?
She felt sorry for the child who lost her mother at such a young age and gave her the best of everything, even saving things for her own children.
But in the end, all I got in return were these cold and heartless words.
"Meng Zihan, how could you have become like this..."
Meng Zihan, in the port city, was completely unaware that the words she uttered on the phone had deeply wounded Meng Xueyun's heart.
She had only one thought in her mind.
No matter what, she had to save the company and continue to put down roots in the port city.
She hurriedly sat down in front of the mirror, quickly applied foundation with her hands, and then drew a bright red on her lips.
Even though it was daytime, she picked out the most eye-catching red dress from her wardrobe; its tight-fitting cut accentuated her alluring figure.
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