The two brothers rushed up, and Meng Wan made way for them, but the next second, they surrounded her.
"Wanwan, are you alright?"
What happened to your hand?
The two of them exchanged a few words, leaving Meng Wan momentarily stunned. She glanced at the bruises on her hands, the marks left from blocking Tang Zhiyi's final volleyball throw.
She pointed blankly at Tang Zhiyi, "She hit her with a ball."
For some reason, there was a hint of grievance in her tone, which made people's hearts soften.
Meng Zhiyuan rubbed her head and shielded her behind him, while Meng Zhilian carefully checked her injuries.
"Does it hurt? Let's go to the hospital later to get an X-ray, just in case you've broken any bones."
Meng Wan shook her head, "It doesn't hurt, I'm not injured."
"No, I have to go." Meng Zhilian didn't back down, his tone serious.
"Brother..." Tang Zhiyi couldn't believe what she was seeing! She looked at Meng Zhiyuan, but before she could speak, Meng Zhiyuan ruthlessly interrupted her.
"Don't claim relatives randomly. I only have one younger sister, her name is Meng Wan." Meng Zhiyuan's tone was indifferent, and there was a hint of disappointment hidden in his eyes as he looked at Tang Zhiyi.
His parents were busy when he was young, so he was the one who looked after all the children in the family, and he especially doted on this youngest sister. But unexpectedly, 17 years of living together day and night and taking care of her carefully has raised a cold and selfish ingrate!
"She tried to strangle me. Did you see my neck?" Tang Zhiyi pointed to her neck, accusing Meng Wan.
"Did you see my sister's hand?" Meng Zhilian couldn't help but add.
"They've all turned green!"
"Brother!" Tang Zhiyi cried out in disbelief, but her voice was hoarse and the shout caused her to cough incessantly.
None of the people present felt sorry for them; instead, they all took a step back in perfect unison, as if afraid of contracting some kind of plague.
"Wanwan wouldn't treat others like this for no reason. You should reflect on what you've done!"
After saying that, he left with Meng Wan, leaving Tang Zhiyi alone.
She stood there, stunned. This shouldn't be happening! This shouldn't be happening!
According to the plan, Sun Lu would tell the Meng brothers, and they would definitely protect her. But why... why are they protecting Meng Wan instead? What kind of spell has Meng Wan cast on them? They always stood by her side no matter what she did before!
Why? Why not this time?
Tang Zhiyi sat there, tears streaming down her face for some reason, her heart aching with each beat.
It's all Meng Wan's fault! It's all Meng Wan's fault! If it weren't for her, everything she had should be mine—the Meng family would be mine, the Tang family would be mine, Meng Wan… Meng Wan should just die!
She struggled to her feet, but suddenly a series of footsteps echoed through the quiet gymnasium.
'Da, da, da...'
It was like a blow to Tang Zhiyi's heart, making her tremble involuntarily.
She stopped walking; the quiet stadium amplified her senses, making her even more sensitive. She shakily raised her head, her vision filling with a pair of bespoke leather shoes.
The man crouched down and looked down at her.
Tang Zhiyi's pupils trembled. She remembered who this man was—it was Meng Wan's henchman!
"You...you..."
Before Tang Zhiyi could speak, Yan Nian suddenly grabbed her hand and murmured to himself.
"Is this the one? It's okay if it isn't..."
Before Tang Zhiyi could react, Yan Nian's expression turned cold, and the next second, a hoarse wail echoed throughout the entire stadium.
With her arms limp, Tang Zhiyi's gaze gradually became unfocused.
Yao Qinglin appeared behind Yan Nian at some point and handed him a disinfectant wipe.
Yan Nian got up and slowly wiped his hands, a far cry from the innocent puppy he had been in front of Meng Wan.
"Tell the Tang family that I don't want to see this person again if we want the cooperation to proceed smoothly."
"Yes!" Yao Qinglin nodded in agreement, watching Yan Nian leave.
"What do you mean! Don't go! You're nothing but Meng Wan's lapdog. Do you think I'll be scared just because you say that? Do you think the Tang family will listen to you?!"
Tang Zhiyi called out, though her voice was already hoarse beyond recognition. She wanted to chase after her, but she was powerless to do so.
A sense of powerlessness washed over her, and all she could do was glare fiercely at Yao Qinglin, unaware of how pathetic she looked.
Yao Qinglin made a phone call, "Butler Chen, he's at the stadium. Our president's idea is that if we want the cooperation to continue, then someone has to leave."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. "I'll pass it on."
Putting away his phone, which had already ended the call, Yao Qinglin looked down at her, his eyes devoid of any sympathy.
"If I were you, I wouldn't provoke Meng Wan. It seems you might not be able to hold onto your position as the eldest daughter of the Tang family, which you worked so hard to regain."
Tang Zhiyi's face turned even paler. This shouldn't be happening. She was clearly in control! She could stay in the Meng family if she wanted, and return to the Tang family if she wanted. This shouldn't be happening!
During the time that Butler Chen came to pick her up, she thought a lot, but no matter how she thought about it, she didn't know where she went wrong!
Six years ago
Tang Zhiyi, who had just finished her summer vacation, was comfortably sitting on her 50,000 yuan sofa, holding a watermelon and watching TV. She was home alone with her two-year-old son, Meng Zhiyao.
Qin Yi took Meng Zhili to the hospital for a check-up, Meng Boqun went to the company, and Meng Zhiyuan and Meng Zhilian went to their respective tutoring classes.
Unlike the Tang family's parenting philosophy, the Meng family respects their children's personal wishes more. They will enroll their children in any courses they want to take, no matter how expensive, and it doesn't matter if they don't want to take them. In their eyes, a child's character is far more important than their academic success.
Fortunately, although there are many children in the family, and each child has their own personality, the sensible and well-behaved eldest and second eldest children still make Qin Yi's life much easier.
Although the third child is a bit mischievous, he has loved playing various musical instruments since he was a child, so we enrolled him in lessons. He would always try to avoid going to class on weekdays, but he never complained about the grueling week-long tutoring sessions.
As for Meng Zhiyi, Qin Yi intended to enroll her in some talent classes, but she only studied for two or three days before complaining that it was too tiring and refusing to go. She was the only girl in the family, and after several unsuccessful attempts to persuade her, Qin Yi finally let her be. Being a pampered young lady with no worries about food and drink was quite nice.
So, when summer vacation arrived and everyone was busy with their own things, only Meng Zhiyi, who had nothing to do, and Meng Zhiyao, who was only two years old and still learning to speak, were left.
The crying erupted, but Meng Zhiyi ignored it and continued eating her watermelon. Five minutes later, the crying from the room showed no signs of stopping.
Meng Zhiyi looked impatient and picked up the remote control to turn up the volume, but even at the maximum volume, it couldn't drown out the crying.
"Damn brat, just cry yourself to death!"
Meng Zhiyi put down the watermelon and walked into the room with a gloomy face.
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