The old lady could only utter this harsh remark before running away, and Mo Yan didn't care.
I chatted with everyone for a while and made an appointment with them to go back and pick up my younger brother after An'an is discharged from the hospital.
As for that old woman, let's just forget about her.
During this time, Mo Yan made a phone call to her mother.
"Hey, Mo Yan, send me this month's money early. The kids in the village don't have money to buy toys. I feel so sorry for them, I want to build them a playground."
Fang Meng, who is also Mo Yan's saintly mother, said this with such nonchalance that anyone who didn't know her would think she was a tycoon.
Those around her, upon hearing this, had their eyes light up and were looking at her with shining eyes.
Fang Meng really liked this feeling, the feeling of being relied upon.
She felt as if she were omnipotent, and she loved that feeling.
"Where's Mo Jin?" Mo Yan completely ignored her question. Amusement park? Why doesn't she just fly to the moon?
She knew perfectly well how tiring her daughter's job was, but she never asked a single question like, "Are you suffering or tired?"
I wouldn't say a word of concern like, "Take care of yourself, don't work so hard."
Fang Meng's phone calls always had only one theme: money, money, money.
She believed that doing good deeds meant giving everything, no matter what. She didn't have a job and was always on the road of helping people. In other words, she was actually sucking her son and daughter's blood to do good deeds.
Initially, Mo Yan and Mo Jin actually owned a house, which was given to them by their scumbag father. Although that scumbag father had an affair, he still gave them a house. In the end, Fang Meng gave that house away because she felt that the family was too pitiful and had nowhere to live, so she let them live there for free.
If it weren't for the fact that the house was in Mo Yan's name, preventing her from transferring the ownership, it might have already been transferred.
"Forget about Mo Jin. Did you hear what I told you? Transfer me one or two hundred thousand. If it's not enough, I'll ask you for more."
In Fang Meng's opinion, even one or two hundred thousand yuan might not be enough. As for whether her daughter would have the money this time, and how she could earn it, she wasn't worried at all.
“I don’t have any money, but I’ll have someone bring Mo Jin over. Tell him to get ready.”
Mo Yan naturally wouldn't give Fang Meng any more money. She was only forty years old and hadn't reached retirement age yet. How could she not earn money to support herself?
"How could you be broke? How could you be broke?" Fang Meng suddenly became anxious because everyone was looking at her nervously, which made her feel very uncomfortable. It seemed like everyone thought she was a liar.
"Why should I have money? And why should I give you this inexplicable money?"
“I’m your mother. That money of mine is for doing good deeds, to bring you good fortune. How can you not give it to me?”
Fang Meng thought Mo Yan was really too immature; she didn't even understand this basic principle, and what was she doing?
“If you want to do good deeds, use your own money. As a mother, you don’t care about your daughter’s well-being, all you do is ask for money. How can you be so shameless?”
Mo Yan hung up the phone immediately and then called her uncle in the village.
"Second Uncle, how is our Mo Jin doing lately?"
“Mo Yan, you finally called back. Your mother found out that you gave me money to take care of Mo Jin, and she came to our house and had a huge fight. Now she has locked Mo Jin in the house for several days, and she won’t give him anything to eat or let us get close.”
Actually, the original owner always knew that her mother was unreliable, so she asked her second uncle to help take care of her, giving him a thousand yuan a month, and all she had to do was let Mo Jin go out for meals.
Hearing this, Mo Yan became furious. Her own son was locked up at home and not given food, yet he was asked to build an amusement park for another village.
Mo Yan got up and asked the hospital doctor for permission to be discharged.
Although Mo Yan's stitches have been removed, she has not fully recovered, and even An An is still in the incubator.
"Doctor, I really have no other choice. My brother is locked up at home. I need to go and bring him here. Please?"
The doctor agreed after he found out, and Mo Yan immediately found a car and called 110.
The police were also dumbfounded after hearing this. Is there really such an outrageous mother in this world?
When they arrived in the village, Mo Yan asked the police to break down the door. It was a rented house, so they had asked the landlord for permission. When they went inside, they found Mo Jin lying on the bed, barely alive.
Mo Yan immediately took him to the hospital and told the police to report Fang Meng.
Fang Meng was still thinking about how to get Mo Yan to give her the money when the police came knocking on her door.
"Why are you arresting me, officer? I haven't done anything wrong. I've always been a good person."
Fang Meng felt extremely wronged. Why would they arrest someone as good as her?
"You locked your son in the house for three days without food or water, and he even fell into a coma, do you know that?!"
In this situation, Fang Meng should apologize and say that she was wrong, but she didn't.
“Officer, I did nothing wrong. That child actually went to someone else’s house for dinner and even asked his sister to give money to his uncle. He was so disobedient, of course I had to discipline him. I am a mother, I can discipline my child.”
“This is not how you discipline children. You must apologize to your son and obtain his forgiveness, otherwise we will detain you.”
Upon hearing the police mention detention, Fang Meng became frightened and tears streamed down her face. The first thing she did was call Mo Yan.
"Mo Yan, come quick! I've been arrested."
"Really? That's great." Mo Yan was waiting for Mo Jin to wake up. She didn't expect Fang Meng to be so heartless and cruel.
How could you say that? I'm your mother.
"You are my mother, that's true, but what you did was really unlike what a mother should do. How could you lock Mo Jin in her room for three days? You don't deserve to be a mother!"
After finishing her sentence, Mo Yan hung up the phone. Looking at Mo Jin's pale face, she felt sorry for the child and wondered how she could have such a mother.
Mo Jin finally woke up after a long time. He had fainted from hunger, and he had been given intravenous nutrition to wake up.
The doctor also told Mo Yan that he had a serious stomach problem and needed to be hospitalized.
"Sister?" Mo Jin saw Mo Yan and could hardly believe it; tears welled up in her eyes. "Why are you back?"
"I brought you out here, so you can live with me from now on. When you get better, I'll take you and your little nephew An'an home, okay?"
Upon hearing Mo Yan's words, Mo Jin's eyes widened immediately. "Nephew?"
"That's right, our Mo Jin is an uncle now, he'll have to help his sister take care of An An from now on."
Mo Jin nodded repeatedly, overjoyed. "Okay, I'll help take care of An'an."
"You should rest well. You can have some porridge later. I've hired a nanny to take care of you because I just gave birth to An'an and I need to rest. Is that okay?"
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