The original owner would definitely have looked down on it, but would Mo Yan admit it?
Of course not. Besides, this scumbag son abandoned his wife and daughter and is now making excuses.
Mo Yan kept hitting him, and when Liang Zhongzhi tried to run away, Mo Yan pulled him back by the back of his collar and kicked him in the buttocks.
Both Yin Yilan and Xiao Xing gasped in shock.
"Mom, Mom, please don't hit Dazhi. He's scared too."
Yin Yilan quickly went over to stop her.
"Didn't your second uncle teach you that filial piety comes from the rod and spoil the child? I'm disciplining him. You two go in, the second room on the left is yours."
"Put your things inside, then wait for me. I'll come back to get Xiaoxing's household registration done and you get your temporary residence permit later."
Yin Yilan has one good quality: she's obedient. So she quickly nodded. She was thinking about how to discipline her son in the village and not let anyone else interfere. She looked at Liang Zhongzhi with great heartache and thought, "Dazhi, I can't help you anymore."
Yin Yilan turned around and took Xiaoxing to the room.
This room belongs to Liang Zhongzhi; it's full of his things, including books and clothes.
This was all thanks to Liang Zhongzhi's father, who was a model worker at the factory. Mo Yan was also a model worker. Later, when Liang Zhongzhi's father had an accident, the factory allocated them larger houses, and the houses were registered under Mo Yan's name alone.
He was another good old man, it's just that he died young.
Liang Zhongzhi glanced at them, feeling incredibly reluctant to part with them. He had never so desperately wanted Yin Yilan to stay.
"Mom...can't we talk this out?" Looking at his mother, Liang Zhongzhi immediately backed down. "I'll tell you, I'll confess and I'll get leniency, okay?"
I just had a little ulterior motive, thinking about coming back and starting over..."
Mo Yan put down the feather duster, and Liang Zhongzhi was overjoyed. Could it be that his mother had forgiven him?
The next moment, he saw Mo Yan get the stick.
"You dare abandon your wife and children?"
Mo Yan smacked Liang Zhongzhi with a stick, sending him sprawling to the ground. His bottom was bruised and battered. "Mom, I still have to go to work..."
"Ha, you think you can fool me today because you're off work? You're too naive. Come with me to get a paternity test later."
Yin Yilan, who had just come out, overheard these words. She was extremely upset and wanted to explain, "Mom, Xiaoxing is my and Dazhi's child."
"I know that although you have a marriage certificate, it doesn't prove that Xiaoxing is your child. A paternity test is needed." The rural hospital only gave them a piece of paper, which is not enough to prove anything in the city.
"So that's how it is." Yin Yilan patted her chest, finally relieved. She had almost thought that her mother-in-law didn't trust her anymore.
The original owner had done the same thing, but didn't explain it, which led to Yin Yilan and Xiaoxing misunderstanding the original owner.
Sometimes, the original owner felt that she didn't need to explain what she did, and that they would understand in the future, but... how could people understand if she didn't say something?
Even if you eventually realize that all those misunderstandings and hurts could have been avoided.
"Lanzi, is it okay if I call you that?" It's quite convenient.
Yin Yilan nodded quickly and said, "Calling me Lanzi is nice; that's what my family calls me too."
"Sure, whatever you call Mom is fine."
Mo Yan then kicked the ground and looked at her, "Don't misunderstand Xiao Xing. Only after a paternity test can Xiao Xing get a household registration. With a household registration, Xiao Xing can go to school here in the future. Don't you think so?"
"Now that you're here, the family should definitely stay together. Living together is what makes a family, don't you think?" Since they're here, Mo Yan won't let them go out and suffer. From now on, Liang Zhongzhi will be the one living in the living room.
Yin Yilan nodded vigorously, "Yes, thank you, Mom."
Yin Yilan was also a little scared when she came, afraid that she would not be accepted by her in-laws. At that time, she thought that even if she was not accepted, she would still stay in the city. She and Dazhi were married, so how could they not be together?
Xiao Xing followed her out, looking timidly at her grandmother, "Grandma..."
"Honey, we're going to the hospital in a bit. Are you afraid of the pain?"
Xiao Xing shook her head vigorously, "I'm not afraid!"
She is not afraid.
"You're such a good girl, much better than your dad."
Mo Yan told them to pack up, then led them out, kicking the ground as she did so, "Get up quickly, stop pretending to be dead, or I'll beat you up again."
Liang Zhongzhi struggled to his feet, walking with a limp, which made Yin Yilan feel a little sorry for him. Poor father, he thought, he must listen to his mother from now on.
Mo Yan locked the door before stepping outside. She immediately bumped into her neighbor from next door. Liang Zhongzhi panicked, instinctively not wanting others to know about their relationship.
Mo Yan didn't have this concern. They introduced her, "This is my daughter-in-law, Lanzi."
The neighbors were even more surprised. Mo Yan had previously said that only college students were good enough for his son, so this was a bit too fast.
"Lanzi is really... beautiful." They really didn't know what words to use to describe her.
Indeed, Yin Yilan wasn't bad-looking; it was just that years of hard work had given her a darker complexion, and she was rather sturdy.
These are not big deals; they are a kind of beauty in themselves.
The word "beauty" has no definition; everyone is different. Mo Yan believes this is healthy beauty.
"Thank you, Auntie," Yin Yilan said happily.
After chatting with the neighbors for a while, I took them to the hospital.
Many people are in this situation now, so hospitals usually provide assessments, and the price isn't very high. [This is a fictional story and has no historical basis.]
After the identification was done, Mo Yan took them out for a stroll.
Yin Yilan is a thrifty person, and she disagrees with Mo Yan's idea of buying clothes for the child.
"Mom, really, she doesn't need to. She has plenty of clothes. In our area, children wear adults' and older siblings' clothes. She's the only one in our family, so she wears my clothes that have been altered."
“I know, don’t stop me. I’ll go buy some fabric and make her new clothes. It’s a gift from me, her grandma. Besides, I’m taking her to school in a couple of days. I want her to look presentable. The teachers will like that, won’t they?”
It's definitely not going to work now. It's already the end of May, and students won't be able to start school until next semester. As for Liang Zhongzhi, he has exams coming up soon, but he's not worried at all. He just lies down after work every day, saying he's too tired.
He took the exam twice before finally passing, and a lot happened in between. He gave his job to the painter and stayed home all day, letting Yin Yilan support him by doing handicrafts for others.
When Yin Yilan heard her mother-in-law say this, she couldn't say anything more. It was normal for a grandmother to make clothes for her granddaughter.
"Okay, but only one, we can't let her waste it. Make it big so she can wear it for several years."
Mo Yan didn't refute, and took Xiao Xing to buy fabric.
To put it simply, she's just arrived, so it's not good to argue with her or scold her for everything. Instead, we should go home and talk to her calmly about things. Yin Yilan isn't someone who doesn't listen to reason.
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