Meng Xiao deliberately waited until his father-in-law and mother-in-law were home from work to make this call. Shen Ping and Li Zi didn't even eat dinner.
Gigi Lai sat blankly on the sofa, staring at the door of Shen Jiayao's former room.
"How can it just disappear like that?"
"This kid is just too competitive. The story over there is that she cut her wrists after the couple had a quarrel." Shen Ping smoked one cigarette after another, and there were already several cigarette butts in front of him.
After so many years of raising a few cats and dogs, I had developed feelings for them, so when I did that, I was just sending her away, depriving her of everything she cared about and wanted to fight for.
No one expected that she could rely on Meng Laoyao's family to return to Beijing. If she returned to Beijing, she could live a good life without disturbing each other. But the sudden news of her death made everyone confused.
Gigi Lai murmured, "Let's go and see him. Send him off for the last time. That will be a repayment for all the kindness we've shown him over the years."
Her eyes were still empty, and she didn't look at Shen Ping.
"I heard from my son-in-law that Meng San wanted the Shen family to take over and arrange her body and funeral." He flicked the ash from his fingertips and exhaled heavily, and the smoke blurred his face.
"If Qingqing is willing to go, it's fine for us to go, but I think it would be more appropriate for her family to personally deliver the ashes to her biological parents."
"Let's put it this way. Call Meng Xiao and Old Man Meng and tell them what we mean. As her former adoptive parents, we're going to see her off for the last time.
But let them handle the funeral themselves. The Shen family can't take her in. You call, I'll go upstairs and lie down for a while."
Gigi Lai stood up and walked upstairs. She needed to digest the news and adjust her emotions.
Although she was heartbroken and drove her away, not allowing her to step into the house again, she never thought of letting her die!
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"What did the old man say? Are you all coming?"
Meng Jianye had just returned from the phone booth outside when Wu Zhaodi came up to him and asked, "It's so hot, the hospital won't let you stay a few more days even if you pay."
"No one came from the old house except Meng Xiao, who came to accompany his wife. The Shen family also came, but they didn't come to take care of the funeral. They just came to see their adopted daughter off for the last time." Meng Jianye stretched out his hand and rubbed his face heavily, feeling extremely tired.
Wu Zhaodi immediately started cursing again:
"What kind of people are these? The Shen family is so cold-blooded. After all, they have raised her for so many years! I'm not saying that Meng Jianye and your family are also cold-blooded. No matter what, she is still your Meng family's granddaughter-in-law, right?
That old man, the uncle, the second uncle, the aunt, the second aunt, the cousins, none of them showed up, only Meng Xiao came with his wife, what kind of bunch are they?"
Meng Jianye now had a headache just listening to her talk. He yelled, "Alright, shut up! If you hadn't hooked up with the Liu family back then, and if you hadn't repeatedly angered the people in the old house, would I have ended up like this? You still have the nerve to scold others? I think you're the one who deserves the most scolding!"
He became angrier and angrier as he spoke, and was about to point his finger at Wu Zhaodi's face.
"How dare you criticize me? Now you blame me for everything? What were you doing before? You don't have the ability to blame me. I really regret marrying a loser like you."
At first, Wu Zhaodi was a little afraid of Meng Jianye, but as the saying goes, "A poor couple has many sorrows," and her life became more and more unhappy, she simply stopped being afraid of anything.
You scold me? Why do you scold me?
If you scold me, I will fight you!
"you!"
Meng Jianye raised his hand to hit her.
Wu Zhaodi stretched her neck and went forward, her triangular eyes widening:
"Hit me! Hit me! You have no ability at all, and you still want to hit me! I tell you, if you hit me today, I will let you, Meng Lao San, have another funeral tomorrow! Bah! How can I bear your anger?"
Meng Hao was a little dazed as he watched the noisy scene.
"Meng Hao, can you please be a little more responsible? Are you prepared to let me support you forever?"
"If you have the guts, just beat me to death today! Killing me will free me! I won't have to endure your anger anymore."
………
Oh! How similar! How ironic!
"Stop arguing." He growled impatiently.
"Dad, pick up Yaoyao tomorrow morning and take her to the crematorium. The day after tomorrow, I'll take her home!"
He felt a little regretful. He wondered why he didn't treat Shen Jiayao better when she was alive. What's the use of regretting it now?
"You're sending her back? To that mountain village? No! Her villagers buried you alive and we didn't even know about it!"
Wu Zhaodi was very angry with him. She only had this one son and she couldn't afford to let any mistakes happen to him.
Meng Hao looked up at his mother. "What do you think we should do? I'm her husband and the father of her child. If I don't send her home, will you? Even if her parents kill me, I won't be able to say anything."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and left. No matter how much Wu Zhaodi objected behind him, he pretended not to hear.
It’s a pity, Yaoyao, I grew up too late. You won’t give me another chance, right?
Meng Jianye was too lazy to stay at home and listen to her cursing and complaining about everything. He now had to call to inform her of the time and specific arrangements.
Oh! It's all trouble! He's the only one who can help.
However, apart from neighbors and colleagues, few people would come. Without the title of the youngest son of the Meng family, who would give him face as a small director?
Although having fewer people saves trouble and worry, Meng Jianye always feels inexplicably sad.
"Every one of you is going to rebel! Stubborn! None of you Mengs are good people, you are all stubborn! What are you two sisters looking at? Go cook!"
Wu Zhaodi was so angry that she took it out on the two sisters Meng Ling and Meng Li. She walked back and forth in the small living room, holding her waist and cursing. As she cursed, she burst into tears. She sat down on the sofa and wiped her tears, crying about her miserable life and how none of her husband and sons were on her side...
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