Meng Zhiyu looked up and saw a middle-aged woman who exuded a scholarly air. She searched her memory but had no impression of her.
"I am, and you are?"
The woman looked at her face carefully, her eyes revealing a hint of worry. "My last name is Yang Hui. You may not remember me, but I held you when your mother was still alive. What's wrong with your face? Did someone bully you?"
It turned out to be Yun's friend. Meng Zhiyu understood, but didn't intend to say anything more. "Thank you for your concern. I'm fine. I'll be fine in a couple of days."
Yang Hui saw that she was unwilling to talk, so she stopped asking. "I work in a textile factory. If you have any problems, you can come to me. I will help you if I can."
It was the first time since she came here that someone showed a little concern for her. She smiled and said, "Thank you."
After the two separated, Meng Zhiyu went to buy paper and pen, found a relatively flat wall, and wrote a letter to his grandfather and others.
My grandparents originally had a small house here. Later, when Yun's family got into trouble, the two old people were afraid that the scene would bring back sad memories, so they sold the house and moved to live with their eldest and second sons in the next province.
In addition to caring about the health of the two elders, she also asked about the issue of the house, whether to sell it or keep it. After all, it was the dowry given to Yun by the two elders, and she could not deal with it without authorization. However, in just a few years, all traces of Yun's life there had long since disappeared.
She also mentioned that she was going to the countryside and left her address so that she wouldn't be unable to find her when she wrote back.
I went to the supply and marketing cooperative and bought two cans of malted milk, a bag of White Rabbit candy, a few packages of snacks, and a few bottles of canned fruit. I put them in a bag and mailed them out together with the letter.
Sitting on the steps of the post office, he began to write letters of complaint. One was to report Meng Dawang for fraud before marriage. He clearly had a woman and children, but he lied that he was single. The other was that he had an affair during marriage and had relationships with many other women, and even gave birth to a daughter. Moreover, the child in Lu's belly was not Meng Dawang's.
She knew this because the original owner had seen more than once that Mrs. Lu would take advantage of Meng Dawang's absence, secretly avoiding others and inviting a strange man into their home. The two of them would stay in the room for either the entire morning or the entire afternoon.
The next one was to report his second sister Meng Yanmei, steal his job in the textile factory, and escape from going to the countryside.
Meng Dawang signed her up to go to the countryside without her permission. Mrs. Lu and Meng Yanmei played an indispensable role in this because they were worried that she would take the job back in order to avoid going to the countryside.
He folded the two letters and threw them out without hesitation.
She didn't plan to go home to cook today, so she went to a state-owned restaurant. Meng Yanmei had boasted to her more than once that the braised pork there was delicious.
She arrived early, and there were not many people in the restaurant. She walked to the window, looked around, and said to the waiter, "Give me one serving of rice and one serving of braised pork."
The waiter took the ticket, checked it, and said expressionlessly, "Wait."
Meng Zhiyu found a random seat and sat down. Just as he immersed his consciousness in the system to select a course, he felt a strong gaze. Just as he was about to look up, he heard the man ask in surprise, "Meng Zhiyu, why are you here?"
The person who came was Meng Yanmei, her sister who was only half a year younger than her. She was dressed exquisitely and it was obvious that she was raised in pampering.
"Aren't you here too?" Meng Zhiyu looked her over and replied indifferently.
"Of course I can be here, but you, what qualifications do you have to sit here? Have you cooked the meal at home? I heard that grandma is here and mom is pregnant. Why are you here instead of taking care of grandma and mom? Do you deserve it?"
Meng Yanmei looks more like Lu. Her face is actually pretty, but a sense of meanness ruins her beauty.
"It's already this late, and you're still classifying people. Mother and grandmother aren't three-year-old children anymore. Can't they even take care of themselves? Besides, everyone is equal now. Why do you seem to want to go back to the past? The Qing Dynasty fell a long time ago, so why are you still so stubborn?"
Facing the aggressive Meng Yanmei, Meng Zhiyu was not angry. Being angry all the time was bad for the body, and it was not worth it for these scum.
Meng Yanmei is the most favored by Lu and Meng Dawang. She can get whatever she wants, but she is also the most brainless, arrogant and stupid.
The two of them were talking quite loudly, and everyone around them heard it and looked over at once. No matter how dumb Meng Yanmei was, she knew that there were some things she couldn't say carelessly. Seeing so many people looking at her, she felt like they were all laughing at her. She was so embarrassed that she raised her hand and hit Meng Zhiyu.
Amidst everyone's exclamations, Meng Zhiyu grabbed her paw and asked her with a look of grievance, "Did I say something wrong? Why are you so angry, sister? If our parents knew, they would definitely beat me again. Please don't be angry, sister."
Meng Yanmei was about to squeeze back her tears and cry a few times, asking everyone to stand on her side, but she didn't expect that bitch Meng Zhiyu to be one step ahead of her. She shook off the hand that was holding her and said through gritted teeth, "Bitch, why are you pretending?"
Meng Zhiyu fell to the ground, tears in her eyes. She stroked her face with her left hand and said softly, "Sister, can't you see my face? You took my job at the textile factory and forced me to go to the countryside. I was dissatisfied and resisted for a few words, and then our father beat me like this. Now I've compromised, what else do you want from me?"
At this time, filial piety is very important. If she acts in a rebellious manner, Meng Dawang and others will definitely say that she is ignorant and beating her is just to educate her. Everyone will definitely think that she is a disobedient child and will not stand on her side.
The audience felt pity for the weak and the old. Now she is weak. After all, she lost her mother at a young age, she is weak, her father married a stepmother, and her stepsister bullies her.
A weak girl who lost her mother and a domineering stepdaughter. The people watching in the hotel couldn't stand it anymore and blamed Meng Yanmei.
"It's true that if you have a stepmother, you will have a stepfather."
"Isn't it? Look at how powerful this stepdaughter is. I'm afraid she bullies this little girl a lot on a daily basis."
"Didn't that girl just say that her face got beaten up because her job was taken away and she was forced to go to the countryside?"
"What kind of father is this? He's so biased towards his stepdaughter."
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Meng Yanmei panicked as she listened to the people around her talking about her. Looking at Meng Zhiyu, who was still lying on the ground, she could only sternly say, "Go home and wait for me."
Then he covered his face, pushed away the crowd and ran away.
"Girl, get up quickly, the ground is cold." An aunt dressed in elite attire bent down to help Meng Zhiyu up. Meng Zhiyu smiled and thanked her.
At the corner, a man in a hat said to the man next to him, "Old Wang, you heard me, as the factory director, you have to investigate this matter thoroughly. You can't let this kind of job-stealing go unpunished."
Wang Jun also looked serious and nodded in response, "I know."
The woman across the table said, "I recognize that girl."
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