Chapter 129 Return to Yuan Family
The three siblings who had just entered the room were stunned.
Meng's mother also looked over with a complicated expression, but before she could answer the person on the other end of the phone, the call was disconnected.
Meng Zhi stood behind his two brothers calmly, muttering to himself.
【Who is that old man on the phone? 】
[The rebellious girl he was talking about, couldn't it be me? 】
The mother and her two children standing by asked: Who else could it be if not you?
After a few seconds of silence, Meng Zhizhou was the first to ask, "Was it grandpa who called just now?"
Mother Meng put down her phone, looked at Meng Zhiyi behind them with an extremely complicated look, and then hummed helplessly.
After getting the answer, the two brothers frowned at the same time.
The Meng brothers only have one impression of their grandfather, with whom they had little contact.
Old fashioned.
When they were young, they not only had to abide by the rules and regulations set by their mother, but when they returned to the Yuan family, they also had to follow the family rules that had been passed down from their older generation.
What they heard most since they were young was their grandfather's family disparaging their father for being a businessman, saying that the Meng family stank of copper, as if stepping into the Yuan family would pollute their land.
Afterwards, the Meng brothers seldom went back home. Except for necessary visits during festivals, they hardly wanted to set foot in the Yuan family's door again.
At this moment, they suddenly heard that they wanted their mother to take their younger sister back. The first reaction of the two brothers was that what happened today had already reached their great-grandmother's ears.
When Meng Zhizhou thought of the Yuan family's atmosphere, his brows furrowed tightly.
"Mom, I'm here to call grandpa back and tell him that my little sister hasn't been feeling well lately and isn't fit to go out."
"Yes, yes, yes, you can't refuse. Let my brother come." Meng Tinglan also echoed.
Meng Zhiyi was a little puzzled.
[Why don't you let me go back to the Yuan family? 】
[You look down on me, don't you? ]
[Okay, okay, in the end, I still feel that I will embarrass them if I go out! ]
[Humph! If you don’t let me go back, I’ll go anyway! ]
"Mom, does grandpa miss me? I don't think I've seen him yet. I'll go back with you."
The mother and her two children all looked embarrassed.
They really didn't want Meng Zhiyi to go back.
But it was not because he felt that she was ashamed, but because he was afraid that she could not stand the rules of the Yuan family.
"Zhiyi, didn't you notice that grandpa's tone was very bad just now?"
"In fact, my grandfather was very difficult to get along with. He didn't like my brothers, and I would be criticized every time I went back."
"So, let's not go back, okay?"
Meng Zhizhou advised gently.
Unexpectedly, after he said this, Meng Zhiyi became even more excited.
"Grandpa doesn't like you, it must be because you are not likable. I am different, Grandpa must like me!"
"..."Meng Zhizhou: Why do you include personal attacks?
Meng Tinglan forced a smile and joined the persuasion team: "You had an unpleasant quarrel with your cousin today. You will definitely be criticized when you go there."
Meng Zhiyi: "My grandfather is a painter. People who are engaged in art must be very gentle. I believe that my grandfather would not be an unreasonable person."
"..." Meng Tinglan: Who told me that grandpa was a painter? He is obviously an art teacher.
Now, the two brothers looked at Meng's mother and placed their last hope on her.
Before she could open her mouth, Meng Zhiyi made the final decision: "Alright! I won't let you say bad things about Grandpa anymore!"
"I'm going to see him tomorrow and complain to him!"
Having said this, she turned around and ran upstairs, not giving the three people behind her a chance to continue talking nonsense.
[Tsk, there must be something fishy going on. There must be something fishy going on. She's trying so hard to convince me not to go.]
[I want to see tomorrow what kind of dragon's lair and tiger's den this Yuan family is.]
[Who knows, I might be able to open up a new race track! ]
In the living room, mother and her two children looked at each other.
"Something big is going to happen." Meng Tinglan looked solemn.
Meng Zhizhou also frowned and looked at his mother with a complicated expression: "Mom, if we let Zhiyi go back, something bad will happen."
With Meng Zhiyi's unwillingness to suffer any loss, facing those fame-seeking people in the Shangyuan family would be as terrifying as a world war.
Meng's mother didn't say anything, but looked thoughtful and thinking about something.
After a while, she seemed to have made some kind of decision.
"Since your grandfather wants to see her, then let him see her. She is the daughter of the Meng family and has the blood of the Yuan family in her body. It is too early for her to return to the family."
Meng's mother felt that no matter how ignorant Meng Zhiyi was, she would be more restrained when facing the elders.
The next morning, the driver sent Meng's mother, Meng Zhiyi and Meng Tinglan to Yuan's house.
Meng Tinglan was arranged by Meng Zhizhou to follow him so that he could keep an eye on Meng Zhiyi and prevent her from fighting with the Yuan family.
At this moment, the mother, daughter and two others were standing outside the Yuan family's gate.
Meng Zhiyi raised his head and looked at the old house in front of him that was full of the atmosphere of the old times.
The old house of the Yuan family was the residence where a certain top scholar in the imperial examination was conferred upon them. A plaque with the words "Yuan Mansion" hangs on the door, giving people a feeling of time travel.
More than a dozen generations of the family have lived in this ancient mansion.
"Ting Lan, when we go in later, please remind her of some things to pay attention to and don't let her run around." Meng's mother adjusted her clothes and said in a low voice.
Today, Meng Mu wore a white cheongsam with blue flowers and her hair was neatly tied up, as if she was going to attend some grand event.
Meng Zhiyi was more casual, wearing a cream-colored sweater with a white dress and her hair casually draped.
Because Meng Tinglan was injured in the car accident and had one arm hanging, he only wore a loose sweatshirt and casual pants. Although the allergy on his face had improved a little, he still couldn't show it to others, so he wore a mask.
Hearing what Meng's mother said, Meng Zhiyi narrowed his eyes slightly.
[What’s going on? Is there some great treasure in the Yuan family that won’t let people run around? ]
[What will happen if you run around randomly? ]
Mother Meng turned around and said sternly: "Follow your brother, don't run around."
Meng Zhiyi nodded with a smile.
In my heart: [There are so many rules when I go back to my parents’ home. If you don’t know, you might think I am going to the palace to see the emperor.]
Meng Tinglan almost couldn't help laughing out loud.
I thought to myself that my younger sister was right. The Yuan family is clearly an outdated aristocratic family. It has been many years since the reform and opening up, but they are still putting on the airs of an ancient aristocratic family.
For some reason, he no longer worried about Meng Zhi's intention to cause trouble, but instead wanted to see how she would deal with these people.
The three of them entered the Yuan family and were led inside by a middle-aged man.
At first Meng Zhiyi thought this was a housekeeper or something like that, until Meng's mother called him "brother".
"Brother, where is Dad?"
The middle-aged man replied impatiently: "In the ancestral hall, grandpa is here too."
Meng Zhiyi realized that things were not simple because Meng Tinglan did not call this man uncle.
She rolled her eyes, then smiled sweetly at the middle-aged man and called him "Uncle" in a very obedient voice.
As a result, the man just looked at her coldly without any reaction.
Meng Zhiyi suddenly looked confused.
[Something is wrong. Very wrong.]
[Isn't he Ms. Yuan's biological brother? Why is his attitude so cold? ]
Meng Tinglan didn't say anything, but reached out and grabbed Meng Zhiyi's arm and pulled him back.
"What are you doing?" Meng Zhiyi turned around and said unhappily.
She spoke without stopping, which immediately attracted the middle-aged man's disgusted look.
Meng Tinglan shook his head at her, opened his mouth and silently mouthed to her: Don't talk.
Meng Zhiyi's face wrinkled, and the doubts in her heart grew even greater.
Soon, they were brought to a house with a gloomy atmosphere.
At this moment, the door of the house was open and the smell of incense could be smelled.
"Come in." The man stopped at the door and said to them in a cold voice.
After Meng Mu came here, her face was full of panic.
She took a deep breath, turned around and told Meng Zhiyi and Meng Tinglan to follow her, then walked in.
The mother, daughter and three others walked into the ancestral hall.
As soon as Meng Zhiyi came in, he saw that there were already quite a few people inside.
An old man in a dark robe sat on the armchair in the center of the front, leaning on a jade dragon-shaped cane.
Both sides were filled with people, and Meng Zhiyi saw Yuan Bolin and his wife standing in the front at a glance.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the mother and daughter who walked in.