Her mother-in-law had long been impatient, holding the child and glaring at her fiercely: "Are you walking so slowly? Are you deliberately making everyone wait for you?"
Meng Que's husband Xiao Dong stood aside without saying a word.
Meng Que had long lost all hope in her husband.
She lowered her head and explained in a low voice, "My wound hurts. It hurts every time I move, and I can't walk fast."
"They're all excuses." Grandma Meng Que said angrily, "I think you're just being pretentious. None of us grandchildren were like you."
"Hey! Mr. Dong, how can you talk like that?"
Director Jiang came back from the payment counter with a stack of receipts. Seeing that the old woman started to bully her daughter-in-law again, he was immediately furious.
"What did you promise me just now? You said you would never deliberately find fault with your daughter-in-law again. It's only been a few minutes, and you're already talking nonsense again?"
"Director Jiang, I'm not picking on her on purpose. It's just that what she does is infuriating," Granny Meng Que argued. "Look outside that day. It was about to snow, and she was still dawdling in the back, not coming out. How could I not be impatient waiting?! That's why I couldn't help but criticize her."
"Alright, alright, if you keep talking, you'll just be using your twisted logic. You'd better say less." Director Jiang glared at her secretly, turned around and stuffed the document in his hand into Xiao Dong's hand.
"Xiao Dong, the company has already paid for your family's hospitalization for your wife and child. Go and get the rest of the money from the quartermaster."
Xiao Dong nodded: "I understand."
"Remember to bring money next time you come to the hospital. You said you're in your twenties, but how come you still don't have any sense of purpose? Do you need others to worry about everything for you?"
Director Jiang was extremely tired. He let out a long breath and said, "Let's go, everyone get in the car. The weather is bad today, and it might snow on the way. Let's go home early and have a good rest."
Meng Que had a wound on her stomach and didn't dare to make any big movements. She couldn't get on the truck bed by herself and had to be carried up by someone.
Under Director Jiang's watchful eyes, Meng Que's husband, Xiao Dong, finally had some foresight and helped Director Jiang and the tractor driver lift Meng Que onto the truck bed.
People who are in confinement cannot stand the wind, so after Meng Que was carried into the tractor bucket, Director Jiang immediately arranged for her to lie down in the thick blanket.
A newborn baby was even more afraid of catching a cold, so Director Jiang took the child out of Old Lady Dong's arms and placed her next to Meng Que for her to cuddle. He reminded Meng Que, "Little Meng, use the corner of the quilt to cover her face, leaving a small gap for her to breathe. It's cold outside, and the baby is so small. If she catches a cold, it will be difficult to take care of her."
"Okay." Meng Que did as he was told.
Mother-in-law Meng Que was still a little unhappy: "Director Jiang, my daughter-in-law is very stupid and can only do stupid things. If you give the child to her, can she take good care of it? It's better for me to hold the child."
"She's doing all kinds of nonsense. What are you doing?" Jiang Ling didn't give Old Lady Dong any face at all. She rolled her eyes and directly scolded her: "It's so cold, and you insist on forcing people to leave the hospital. I think you're the biggest fool today, and you still have the nerve to criticize others!"
The old woman felt embarrassed and didn't dare to say anything more.
Seeing the old woman being humiliated, Yun Qiao felt very relieved.
While watching the excitement, he immediately chose a corner near the front of the truck bed and sat down.
There is a baffle in front, a wind shelter above the head, and the edge of the quilt next to it. When you put your legs into the straw under the quilt, half of your legs below the knees are covered, which is very good for keeping out the wind and keeping warm.
Yun Qiao also did not forget to leave a small space for Jiang Ling. The two of them huddled together and felt warmer.
Old lady Dong stayed until the end and found that there was no room in the front, so she could only sit in the back of the truck. The cold wind blew right beside her ears and made her back cold.
She shrank her neck and moved forward, looking at Yun Qiao's seat with some envy. However, with Director Jiang as the mainstay, she didn't dare to ask for a change of seats with Yun Qiao. She could only mutter a few words, "Young people nowadays really don't know how to write the word 'politeness'. They grab the best seats as soon as they get on the bus and don't know how to take care of the elderly..."
Just then the tractor started up, and the roar of "thump thump thump" instantly drowned out the old woman's chatter.
Yun Qiao tilted his hat down, closed his eyes, and pretended not to hear anything.
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