It was lunch time. Apart from those who went to work, most of the people at home, except for the children, were grandmothers.
As early as when Mrs. Lu screamed, the people around had heard the noise and came out of their homes to gather at the door of the Meng family. The aunties and grandmas were discussing what had happened with their familiar friends when they saw a figure running out and "accidentally" tripping and falling to the ground. When they looked up, the onlookers could clearly see the head swollen like a pig, and the red eyes revealed despair and sadness, which made people feel sad.
One of the ladies recognized Meng Zhiyu and asked in surprise, "Xiaoyu, what happened to you? Who hit you in the face?"
When everyone heard this, they were immediately shocked. "Is this a small fish?"
"Oh my god, I didn't recognize you. Why is your face so swollen like a pig's head?"
"You still have questions? Look at the fingerprints. He must have been slapped."
"It must be her stepmother. Humph, I can tell who a person is just by looking at him. I can tell at a glance that Mrs. Lu is not a good person."
Meng Zhiyu didn't need to say anything. The public had sharp eyes and great imagination, and they were all good screenwriters. She just had to pose and cry.
The aunt with the piercing eyes walked over with a look of pity on her face, holding Meng Zhiyu's arm. Her touch was even more gentle as she touched the thin arm without much flesh. "Xiaoyu, don't be afraid. If there is anything, just tell us. We will help if we can. If we can't, go find the women's director."
“Yes, yes…”
After hearing this, Mrs. Lu, who was hiding in the house, could no longer hide. If she really went to the director of women's affairs, embarrassment would be a small matter. What if Meng Dawang lost his job...
Thinking of this, Mrs. Lu came out weakly, holding her belly, and looked at Meng Zhiyu gently, "Xiaoyu, why did you run away? You, child, even if you miss your mother, you can't slap yourself. Look at your face."
As he spoke, he squeezed out two tears to express his heartache.
When everyone heard this, they wondered, "So that's how it is?"
Indeed, ever since Yun left, Meng Zhiyu became less talkative. Later, when he went to school, he could still see him on his way to and from school, but after he stopped going to school, he wouldn't see him for ten days or half a month.
Seeing the weak and distressed Lu looking at Meng Zhiyu, and Meng Zhiyu dressed like a madman, she began to persuade him, "Xiaoyu, if you miss your mother, you can go and pay your respects. It's not worth it to beat yourself up like this."
"That's right, if your face gets hurt, it will be hard to find a husband in the future."
“…”
Meng Zhiyu knew the nature of the spectators who were fickle, so he was not surprised by their fickleness. He just didn't expect that his own style would hinder their performance.
She glanced at Lu's smug look, snorted in her heart, lowered her head, and timidly avoided her outstretched claws.
She sobbed miserably, "I didn't. I didn't hit him myself. I didn't. My hands aren't that big."
The Fiery Eyes Aunt, who had been suppressed because of Lu's appearance, instantly stood up again when she heard it. She slapped her thigh and said suddenly, "Yes, look at Xiaoyu's face. The fingerprint is bigger than mine. Look at Xiaoyu's hand. It's probably only half the size of the fingerprint."
Meng Zhiyu's swollen face was held in her hands, and she obediently let everyone compare carefully. Let them compare. The more people compared, the more witnesses she would have. She might need them someday, so the more the better.
After comparing, everyone looked at the nervous Lu Shi with doubt, "Meng family, this doesn't match what you said. It's impossible that Xiaoyu wants her mother to think so and find someone to slap her in the face!"
"I, this..." Mrs. Lu was also a bully who only feared the strong and bullied the weak. She was very arrogant when facing the weak Meng Zhiyu at home, but she became timid when she encountered problems outside.
Ever since she married Meng Zhiyu, everything has gone smoothly for Mrs. Lu. She had never suffered such an injustice. Thinking of this, Mrs. Lu glared at Meng Zhiyu fiercely.
"Mom, why are you glaring at me? Don't worry, I won't tell the women's director about you and dad beating me, nor will I tell her about you asking me to stay at home to serve you and my sister." Meng Zhiyu looked at Lu's slowly and malicious eyes, huddled in the arms of Aunt Fiery Eyes, and shuddered with fear.
Mrs. Lu quickly adjusted her demeanor and defended herself, "You must have seen it wrong. Why would mother glare at you? You child, you knew your father had a bad temper, yet you still wanted to provoke him."
Everyone was listening attentively to the women's director and was about to ask a few questions when they heard a sharp voice, "What are you doing gathered at my door?"
Meng Zhiyu looked up and saw the person coming in. He was wearing coarse cloth and had a small bag on his arm. His face was full of wrinkles and he exuded a sense of meanness. This was none other than Meng Dawang's mother, Old Lady Meng.
When Mrs. Lu saw Mrs. Meng, her face lit up with joy. Although this mother-in-law always gave her orders and scolded her as a hen that didn't lay eggs, her presence at this time was like a life-saving straw.
Mrs. Lu trotted forward and whispered something in Mrs. Meng's ear. Mrs. Meng's face changed, and she glanced at the group of people watching the excitement and sullenly drove them away. "What are you looking at? What's so good about it? What's wrong with a father giving his daughter a lesson for being disobedient? It's noon and you don't eat, but my grandson still needs to eat. He's starving. Can you afford to compensate him?"
"Oh, I have two grandsons and I really can't afford the compensation." An old woman became unhappy when she heard this and sneered with a forced smile.
Mrs. Meng pinched her waist and retorted a few words to her. Everyone argued with each other for a few more words, and then dispersed and went home to cook.
When Mrs. Lu saw that everyone had left, the gentle and loving expression on her face changed. Mrs. Meng glared at Meng Zhiyu viciously, "You shameful thing, why don't you go into the house? Do you still want me to carry you?"
Meng Zhiyu was already very hungry, and after struggling for a long time, he really didn't have the strength to fight her. So, he touched his stomach which was aching from hunger and walked slowly into the house, thinking of making himself something delicious to nourish himself.
Seeing Meng Zhiyu walk into the kitchen consciously, Mrs. Lu snorted with satisfaction. No matter what, he was destined to be a servant and would be stepped on by her all his life.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law sat outside waiting for dinner. Meng Zhiyu first boiled two eggs and then made a millet and lean meat porridge. Her stomach had started to ache, so she had to drink two bowls of nutritious porridge to nourish her stomach.
When Meng Zhiyu came out of the kitchen after eating and drinking her fill, the two Lu family members looked at her empty hands and said dissatisfiedly, "Don't you know how to bring out the food? Do we need to call you for this?"
"Are you idiot giant babies? You are so old and still want me, a child, to be your nanny. How can you be so shameless?" Meng Zhiyu touched her round belly, glanced at the two people who took it for granted, and rolled her eyes at them.
Mrs. Lu looked at Meng Zhiyu, who didn't take her seriously at all, and hated her in her heart. She looked at Mrs. Meng beside her and said, "Mother, look at this child, Xiaoyu. It's so hot, and you came all the way here. I don't care about you and make you something delicious. If I wasn't pregnant with Dabao and worried about hurting him, I would definitely cook a table full of delicious dishes for you myself."
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