Jiang Yilu could not have imagined that he would meet Rong Jing under such circumstances. Rong Jing was just an educated youth from Hongqi Village. Logically, he had nothing to do with Meng Xiangwen, a delicate girl. How could he appear as Meng Xiangwen's boyfriend?
In his previous life, when Jiang Yilu was taken to the Meng family by his aunt, Meng Xiangwen had already fallen out with the Meng family and rarely appeared at the Meng family. When he occasionally came to make trouble, he came alone. He only knew that Meng Xiangwen did not live well later, and he did not know more.
Rong Jing was also surprised when he saw Jiang Yilu, and his expression changed slightly, but he hid it very well, and no one noticed the panic that flashed across his eyes.
"Yi Liu, I didn't expect to see you here, Wenwen, he is——" Rong Jing smiled slightly and asked Meng Xiangwen who was sitting next to him gently. As far as he knew, Jiang Yi Liu was from Qingshan Village, right? What was his relationship with the Meng family?
"Hmph..." Meng Xiangwen looked at the three people who came in and snorted disdainfully: "Bringing a freeloader here is not enough, and now you bring a debt collector here too. What a traitor."
Meng Xiangwen looks very similar to her biological mother, with a thin body, fair face, high nose bridge, slightly pointed chin, and a pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes. She is not as noble as Wenqin, but rather a bit mean. Overall, she is still a pretty girl.
At this time, she was wearing a brand new Lenin suit and a pair of shiny black leather shoes. Her waist-length hair was cut short, becoming neat and tidy shoulder-length hair. Her fine bangs were carefully clipped up with two clips, revealing her smooth forehead.
Meng Xiangwen complained about the Meng family every day and tried to get close to the Wen family, but now she could dress so beautifully, and it had to be said that it was still because of the Meng family she hated the most. It was precisely because she knew this that Meng Xiangwen was so disgusted with Jiang Dazhen's support for her family. To her, the more Jiang Dazhen gave to the Jiang family, the less she could get.
Rong Jing listened to Meng Xiangwen's explanation, his eyebrows slightly raised calmly. He only knew that Meng Xiangwen's grandfather was the deputy director of the machinery factory, his grandmother was a retired accountant of the textile factory, his father was a seventh-level worker, and his mother had a difficult birth when she gave birth to her. She was the only daughter in the family. At this time, Rong Jing looked at Jiang Dazhen who suddenly appeared, and it seemed that things were a little different from what Meng Xiangwen described.
Jiang Dazhen was so angry at her stepdaughter's words that her face turned pale. No matter how well-mannered she was, she could not tolerate such outrageous insults from a junior.
"Meng Xiangwen, shut up. If you came back just to quarrel, get out. Our Meng family doesn't need a granddaughter like you."
Jiang Dazhen was about to speak when a majestic voice came from behind her. Meng Dachang was standing at the door. He heard Meng Xiangwen's ridicule clearly. His son Meng Pingchuan, who was following behind him, also had a livid face, obviously annoyed by his daughter's words.
Meng Dachang is nearly seventy years old this year, but he still looks energetic. He worked as a coolie when he was young. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he learned a skill and worked in a machinery factory. The work intensity was not light, which helped him to develop a strong physique. Even though he is now the deputy factory director and does not need to work so hard, he is still used to exercising moderately every day. Although he has a head full of white hair, his complexion is still ruddy and he speaks with full energy.
"Grandpa Meng, uncle-in-law." Jiang Yilu greeted the two of them. He felt a little gloating about their sudden appearance. He was not a saint, so how could he not be angry when he was pointed at and scolded?
"Good boy, little baby..." Meng Dachang is a serious elder at home. He usually has a stern face, and his smile looks a little strange. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he tried his best to look kind.
"Dazhen, go get some candies and biscuits from the cupboard. Xiaobao must be hungry. It's going to be a while before he eats." Meng Dachang, like Cui Ying, likes his daughter-in-law's nephew very much. Because he looks too serious, even his grandchildren are a little afraid of him. Jiang Yilu is probably one of the few children who is willing to get close to him.
Jiang Dazhen responded loudly, and happily opened the low cabinet in the living room, taking out all the snacks for entertaining guests. It was just right that her father-in-law and Pingchuan came, so that she would not be blamed for being harsh on her stepdaughter. Jiang Yiliu and Jiang Dani were pulled to the dining table, and Jiang Dazhen didn't want her nephew and niece to continue to suffer Meng Xiangwen's face.
Meng Dachang's words made Meng Xiangwen so angry that her pretty face began to twist. She had been sitting at home for so long, and nothing was brought out to entertain her. Yet, as soon as those country people came, they were treated to delicious food and drinks. Why? Wasn't she the daughter of the Meng family?
What my aunt said was right. It was all Jiang Dazhen's fault. If it weren't for her and the bastard she gave birth to, everything in the Meng family would have belonged to her alone. Meng Xiangwen's hands tightly grasped the sofa cover under him, and his teeth were chattering.
Rong Jing's eyes swept across everyone present, and when he moved to Meng Xiangwen, a trace of contempt flashed across his eyes. This woman had hidden a lot from him, and her so-called only daughter seemed to be questionable. If this was the case, should he change his plan?
Rong Jing thought about it in his mind, but his face remained cheerful.
"Wenwen." Rong Jing smiled gently and patted the back of her hand a few times in a soothing manner. The doting and caring look in his eyes instantly calmed Meng Xiangwen's rising anger. He suddenly thought of the purpose of this trip. He moved his lips like a punctured ball and called out to Meng Dachang and Meng Pingchuan reluctantly, "Grandpa, Dad."
"Hmph..." Meng Dachang snorted angrily, pretending that he had never seen her. He had completely given up on this granddaughter. Anyway, he already had an obedient and sensible grandson, so why bother to get angry over a granddaughter who was difficult to raise. He would not treat her badly in other ways, and she could forget about it.
Meng Dachang turned and walked towards the dining table. He seemed to be having a very happy chat with the two kids Jiang Dazhen brought with him. From time to time, bursts of hearty laughter could be heard. Meng Xiangwen bit his lower lip tightly, looking grim.
"Since you're here, let's have a meal before leaving." Meng Pingchuan had gone through a long struggle from loving and pampering his daughter to being disappointed now. However, Meng Xiangwen was his daughter after all, and he couldn't really bear to ignore her. He could only say these words lightly and followed Meng Dachang towards the dining table.
"you--"
Meng Xiangwen was about to say something when his right hand was tightly held by Rong Jing beside him. As a man who had been ignored from the very beginning, he was still as elegant as before and was not angry at all because of other people's neglect.
Jiang Yilu had been secretly keeping an eye on the two of them, and his suspicion of Rong Jing's danger level increased even more.
"Rong Jing, they--" Meng Xiangwen felt that being treated like this in front of her lover was simply a humiliation. What would Rong Jing think of her now? Would he think she was useless? These thoughts undoubtedly made Meng Xiangwen even more anxious.
"It's okay. My uncle and the others might be a little angry about my sudden visit. We will talk to the elders about our ideas during dinner. I will try to get them to agree with me and marry you to me."
Rong Jing looked at the girl in front of him with a deep affection, as if she was everything to him. Meng Xiangwen looked at Rong Jing's eyes, drowning in his deep affection, his face flushed and his heart numb, as if he would faint at any time.
Meng Xiangwen was in a daze, and listening to Rong Jing's gentle comfort, he became more determined in his thoughts.
With this belief in mind, Meng Xiangwen sat obediently with Rong Jing in the living room, which was in stark contrast to the happy scene at the dining table.
"Mom, grandma said you brought Xiaobao home." A tall and thin boy helped Qu Ying in. It was Jiang Dazhen's son Meng Xiangxue. He was eleven years old this year and was almost as tall as Qu Ying. He was holding a basin full of washed cabbage leaves in his hand and looked into the house excitedly.
As soon as he entered the house, the first thing that caught his eyes was his unruly and headstrong elder sister. Meng Xiangxue's enthusiasm was like being poured with a bucket of cold water, and it suddenly cooled down. Meng Xiangxue curled his lips, wondering why his grandmother didn't tell him that the person was also at home. Meng Xiangxue ignored the glares that Meng Xiangwen frequently shot at him, turned his head and looked into the house, and immediately saw his cousin sitting at the dining table.
"Xiaobao——" Meng Xiangxue cheered and walked over to Jiang Yilu, who was sitting on the chair, and hugged him tightly. He put his two big hands on his head and rubbed it wildly, making Jiang Yilu's carefully combed hair into a bird's nest.
"You must stay longer this time. You have no idea how bored I have been lately. You can sleep with me tonight. I have something good to show you." Meng Xiangxue felt that this cousin was very compatible with his temper. No matter what he said, his cousin could always connect with him and there was never a dull moment. The most important thing was that Meng Xiangxue knew that his cousin had a lot of picture books. He hadn't read enough when he went to his uncle's house last time, and he didn't know if his cousin had brought them over for him.
"That's enough, that's enough. Look how Xiaobao is being smothered. He can't even breathe." Jiang Dazhen smiled and patted her son's hands, rescuing her nephew from the dire straits.
"You say you're bored. You don't go home every day and I don't know where you're wandering. I'm telling you, be good these days and don't lead Xiaobao astray, otherwise I'll slap you in the face." Meng Dachang made a threatening gesture to his grandson, but there was a smile in his eyes, and he didn't look scary at all.
Meng Xiangxue shrank his shoulders pretending to cooperate, shut his mouth honestly, sat down obediently next to Jiang Yilu, and winked at Jiang Yilu.
Jiang Yilu combed his hair with his fingers. Even though he had been through this so many times, he still couldn't stand his cousin's enthusiasm. He didn't know when he had become so steady in his previous life. When he thought about sharing a room with his cousin who tended to be a chatterbox tonight, he suddenly felt that his life was dark.
"Is that your brother?" Rong Jing looked at Meng Xiangxue who ran in and asked Meng Xiangwen with a hint of coldness in his tone.
It turns out that Meng Xiangwen is not an only child but has a younger brother. In this case, she doesn't seem to be as valuable as imagined.
Meng Xiangwen naturally thought of what she had said to Rong Jing, and looked at Rong Jing with some trepidation. Although she had never considered Meng Xiangxue as her brother in her heart, it was also a fact that she had concealed the truth from Rong Jing, and she wondered if he would be angry.
"Would you mind?" Meng Xiangwen asked carefully.
"How could that be? I like you, not your family." Rong Jing smiled warmly, dispelling Meng Xiangwen's doubts, but she did not notice the stiffness in that smile.
"Okay, you two stop making trouble. Let's eat from the hotpot tonight. It's convenient and warm. You guys help me serve the dishes." Qu Ying said to her grandson with a smile.
"You two come and sit down too." When he turned to face Meng Xiangwen and Rong Jing, his expression seemed a little cold.
The pot Cui Ying was talking about was a hot pot. She took out a brass pot and put the charcoal that she had prepared long ago into the pot. The soup base was a combination of bone soup and red oil soup that she had prepared herself. While the soup base was heating, a group of people brought out the side dishes, filling up a plate. The wild mushrooms that the Jiang family had brought had also been soaked in warm water and cut into a whole plate.
The most eye-catching things on the table were two plates of lamb meat. When Meng Xiangwen saw the two plates of meat, he unceremoniously pulled Rong Jing to sit on the chair where the meat was placed.
Everyone's expression faded, but no one bothered with her.
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