Chapter 14 Old Qi, who is he? (Third update)...
Chapter 14
As he asked this question, his wet hair clung to his forehead, making his bone structure appear even more outstanding and his features more handsome.
He stood in the rain as it was about to end, his shirt clinging to his body, his posture upright, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.
He truly has a beautiful appearance.
Zhao Yueru was also momentarily dazed, but when she thought of Meng Yingying, her face showed more worry. "It's not good. A double blow, plus carrying the coffin in the rain, and now she has a persistent high fever."
At this point, she said sincerely, "Comrade Qi, if she is alright, she will definitely come out to thank you in person."
This explains why Qi Donghan and Uncle Meng have returned, but Meng Yingying has not yet appeared.
Qi Donghan recalled her figure before, carrying a coffin in the rain, struggling to hold on, weak and helpless yet still persevering.
He thought about it and made his first promise.
"If you encounter any difficulties, you can come to me."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Jingsong, who was standing next to him, was momentarily stunned. He knew that although he had made the promise earlier, it was he who had spoken.
He knew Qi Donghan's temperament; he never meddled in other people's business, so he didn't even try to involve Qi Donghan.
To my surprise, he actually made the promise.
Zhao Yueru was also somewhat flattered, and she immediately said, "I definitely will."
"If we encounter any problems, we will definitely ask you for help."
Qi Donghan grunted in agreement and helped Zhou Jingsong disappear into the rain.
Zhao Yueru watched them leave before turning to Uncle Meng, who had remained silent, and remarked, "They are all good people."
"Third Uncle, you're a good person too."
"If Yingying hadn't met you guys this time, she might not have made it through."
That would mean not only a persistent high fever, but could even put the person at risk of serious illness.
Uncle Meng shook his head. He didn't think he was a good person. He whispered, "Yueru, you are the good person."
"Yingying is a good person but has a bad life. Meeting you is her good fortune."
Her mother didn't want her.
Her only father, who was willing to protect her, is gone too.
An orphan like her couldn't survive in Mengjiatun. Unless, of course, she agreed to marry Meng Dunzi.
Uncle Meng's face showed a rare hint of worry. "I'll keep watch at the door these next few days. If Yingying wakes up, tell me immediately."
Zhao Yueru hummed in agreement.
She didn't go home either. Meng Yingying had just lost her father and was suffering from a persistent high fever, with her relatives around her eyeing her with hostility.
In this situation, she needs to stay with her.
You need to take care of her.
It's best to see her get better.
Meng Yingying knew nothing about the outside world. She had a fever for three days, reaching 39 or 40 degrees Celsius.
The fever returned after the fever-reducing medication wore off.
She took fever-reducing medicine three times that day. If she kept taking it, Zhao Yueru was afraid something would happen to Meng Yingying. No matter how much fever-reducing medicine reduces fever, you can't just eat it like this.
Fortunately, on the morning of the fourth day, Meng Yingying woke up. She opened her eyes and looked at the yellowish cotton mosquito net above her head, still feeling a little dazed.
Zhao Yueru has been exhausted these past few days. She is a true capitalist's daughter, who never lifts a finger at home, but she has been taking care of Meng Yingying.
Zhao Yueru has been learning to cook porridge every day for the past few days, and her hands have been burned quite a few times.
She had brought some rice porridge to feed Meng Yingying, but instead saw Meng Yingying staring at the top of the mosquito net with her eyes open.
Zhao Yueru was immediately startled, "Yingying, you're awake."
The rough porcelain bowl in his hand almost fell to the ground.
Upon hearing her call, Meng Yingying focused her gaze on Zhao Yueru, and it took her a while to recognize her. "Yueru?"
"Where is my dad?" That was the first thing she said.
Did he go up the mountain?
"Yingying, you're finally awake."
Zhao Yueru burst into tears. She placed the rough porcelain bowl on the kang cabinet and wept with joy. "Uncle went up the mountain and met some kind people who helped him. They helped carry the coffin up the mountain and asked about you when they came down. You were unconscious, so they didn't call you."
Upon hearing this, Meng Yingying's pale face regained some color, and she murmured, "It's good that my father has gone up the mountain."
Carrying the coffin up the mountain for burial was almost an obsession for Meng Yingying; otherwise, on the day her father passed away, she would have gone directly to the garrison to find her childhood sweetheart.
"Unfortunately, I couldn't see him off on his final journey."
"Why didn't you send him?" Zhao Yueru disagreed with her statement. "You were so exhausted from sending your uncle up the mountain that you almost died."
Three days! The high fever wouldn't go down. Perhaps only she, the person taking care of the patient, knew how distressed she was.
Meng Yingying wanted to say that it wasn't enough, that this wasn't enough.
Unfortunately, the fever was too high, and it hurt my throat to even speak.
She tried to get up, but she was too weak, and as soon as she moved, she fell backward.
Zhao Yueru was startled. "You lie down, I'll help you up."
“You’ve had a fever for three days and haven’t had a drop of water. It’s no wonder you can’t get up now.”
She stepped forward, took a pillow, and placed it behind Meng Yingying before helping her sit up. "Are you feeling better? Shall I feed you some porridge?"
Meng Yingying couldn't eat much, but thinking about all the things she had to do, she forced herself to drink half a bowl of porridge.
When Zhao Yueru fed her porridge, she noticed the burning wound on Zhao Yueru's hand, which made Meng Yingying pause. She raised her hand and gently touched it, "Does it hurt?"
Zhao Yue instinctively tried to back away, "What's so painful? It's just that you're clumsy and can't cook."
"My mom is right. I need to practice cooking, otherwise, when my whole family is sent to the countryside, will I still have a nanny to take care of me?"
She laughed heartily, "It's great now, really, Yingying. Look, I've already started practicing early, so if I end up being sent down to the countryside with my parents, I won't starve. I can still cook for them. Isn't that great, Yingying?"
Before she could finish speaking, she saw Meng Yingying's tears falling like beads from a broken string. Zhao Yueru panicked and hurriedly hugged her, comforting her, "Yingying, don't cry, I'm really fine."
"I just scalded it a little when I cooked on the first day. After that, my third uncle cooked for me. When he was busy, I spent 50 cents to go next door and ask them to make me a bowl. I ate most of it, but you didn't eat any."
"Look, Yingying, I'm fine."
Meng Yingying hugged her tightly, "Yueru, thank you."
When he realized she wasn't moving, he rode his bike more than 30 miles overnight to look for her.
When she was being harassed by others during her father's funeral, Zhao Yueru was there for her.
Being hugged and thanked so earnestly made Zhao Yueru feel a little embarrassed. Her cheeks flushed pink. "Yingying, have you forgotten? Back when we were in the propaganda team, you helped me like this every time they bullied me."
At that time, her bedding was often wet, and when there was nowhere else to sleep, she would share a blanket with Meng Yingying.
"This is different."
As for where things were different, she refused to say.
"Yingying".
Hearing the noise, Uncle Meng pushed the door open and came in. Meng Yingying was leaning against the headboard, her face was ashen, and her baby fat had disappeared.
All that's left is a pointed chin.
Uncle Meng was somewhat dazed. "You child, how come you've lost so much weight?"
When Meng Baichuan was around, she still had some baby fat; she was the kind of plump, chubby girl.
But in just four or five days, Meng Yingying had lost a lot of weight.
Meng Yingying raised her wrist and looked at it. On her snow-white wrist, there were still bluish veins. She murmured, "Have I lost weight?"
She used to be the one who most wanted to lose weight, but now that she's thin, she's not happy at all.
"You've lost a lot of weight."
Zhao Yueru seized the opportunity to say, "You've lost the fat on your face, and on your waist—" She raised her hand to touch it, "You don't have much fat on your waist either."
Previously, Meng Yingying was a rather voluptuous girl, both in body and limbs.
However, this time, her father's death, the coffin-carrying ceremony, the high fever, and the pressure from relatives—all these blows caused her to lose a significant amount of weight.
Meng Yingying tried to smile, but she couldn't, so she changed the subject, "Third Uncle, you were looking for me?"
Uncle Meng said, "Yes."
“Your father told me before he died that after he was laid to rest, he would have you leave Mengjiatun as soon as possible.”
However, Meng Yingying was sick for four days, which delayed things here.
Meng Yingying's voice was bitter. "I know."
"I know I have to leave."
This time, she witnessed the power of the Meng clan. In the face of a clan, an individual is like a moth drawn to a flame.
They all believed that the property inherited by an only daughter should belong to the clan.
How terrifying is this kind of thinking?
Even in the face of the law and the police, they remain the same.
"But I want to see my dad one last time before I leave."
Although she carried her father's coffin, she was not there to see him being laid to rest.
She didn't get to see him one last time.
Uncle Meng paused for a moment, knowing her inner turmoil, and after a long while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Then go up the mountain at night when no one is around. I'll take you there, sneaking in and sneaking out."
"Yingying, you can't stay in Mengjiatun any longer."
Even he couldn't guarantee that he could protect Meng Yingying in front of so many members of the Meng family.
"I can look after the house for you, but I can't protect you." That's the truth.
After a moment of confusion, Meng Yingying's eyes hardened again. "I know."
"I'll leave after I see my dad one last time."
At least she should know where her father's grave is.
Otherwise, when she comes back again, she won't even be able to find her father.
Zhao Yueru was still a little confused. "Yingying, where are you going?"
"You're not in Mengjiatun anymore?"
Meng Yingying was silent for a moment, then whispered, "Yueru, Mengjiatun can't keep me here anymore. I'm going to stay with my childhood betrothed."
*
Heilongjiang Province 101st Station Team.
Qi Changming struggled with the decision for a week. When the phone rang again at home, the call center notified him to answer it.
Qi Changming had just answered the phone when Chen Xiulan's voice came through the line, "Changming, have you made up your mind?"
"Should he marry Ye Yingtao, or retire from the military and transfer to the civil affairs office?"
Qi Changming scratched his head in frustration. "Mom, give me some more time. Let me think about it."
He neither wanted to marry Ye Yingtao nor leave the garrison he loved.
"Still want more?"
Chen Xiulan immediately raised her voice, "If you keep thinking like this, Meng Yingying will come to you for help. What will you do then?"
"What?"
Qi Changming was stunned for a moment. "She's coming over?"
"Didn't she say she wanted to be with her father on his final journey?"
According to his estimate, there should be some time left, enough for him to consider.
"His father is gone."
Chen Xiulan said calmly, "Your father called their brigade headquarters this morning, and they told him that Meng Baichuan died three days ago."
"With him gone, Meng Yingying, an orphan girl, will be all alone in Mengjiatun. She will come to you as quickly as possible."
"Changming." At this point, Chen Xiulan's tone became somewhat solemn. "If you don't want to marry Meng Yingying, then make a choice as soon as possible."
Qi Changming remained silent.
"If I were you, since you don't want to marry Meng Yingying or Ye Yingtao, then you should retire from the army and change careers."
"Once you start working at the Civil Affairs Bureau, Mom will pick out a daughter of a high-ranking official for you. I guarantee you'll rise to great heights in the future."
Qi Changming closed his eyes and struggled, "Mom, give me one more night to think about it."
"It's the last night," Chen Xiulan pleaded. "Changming, I beg you, please come back after your military service."
“Your mother is always worried about you being stationed in the army. She dreams about you sacrificing yourself and wakes up in a fright every night. Just for your mother’s sake, you should transfer to civilian work.”
"Mom, please."
Chen Xiulan had always been proud, and Qi Changming had never heard her plead like this before. He hadn't hung up the phone yet.
They already knew they had made a choice.
After hanging up the phone.
Qi Changming returned to his dormitory and looked at his military uniform and the medals he had received.
Finally, he closed his eyes, his expression pained, and asked, "Meng Yingying, why did you come to seek refuge with me?"
He wouldn't have been discharged from the military if it weren't for this childhood betrothal.
See, he has already made a choice.
He would rather retire from the army than marry Meng Yingying.
After making his final decision, Qi Changming wrote a demobilization and transfer application report under the desk lamp.
His direct supervisor is Qi Donghan, but Qi Donghan is temporarily away.
Qi Changming's report was then handed to Regiment Commander Li.
After reading it, Commander Li exclaimed, "Good heavens, Qi Changming, have you gone mad?"
"You're giving up your promising future in the military, and you want to retire and transfer to a lowly unit? Qi Changming, are you crazy?"
Qi Changming felt a pang of bitterness in his heart, but he couldn't say it.
"Commander Li, please approve my discharge. Something happened in my family, and I have no choice but to leave the army."
No matter how much more detailed the questioning, Commander Li couldn't get any answers.
Regiment Commander Li had no choice but to take Qi Changming to Division Commander Chen. "Sir," he said, "I really can't manage Regiment Commander Qi's soldiers. Look at Qi Changming, he was just promoted to company commander and now he wants to apply for discharge. Is there such a thing in the world?"
Qi Changming is a good soldier, everyone knows that, and he is also a fierce general under Qi Donghan.
Everyone knows that once Qi Donghan rises from that position, Qi Changming will soon be promoted.
But seeing someone with such a bright future wanting to retire from the military and transfer to the civil affairs office, isn't that a joke?
Commander Chen had heard about Qi Changming's situation. After listening, he suddenly asked, "Little Qi, is it because of your childhood betrothed that you're being discharged from the army?"
Qi Changming never expected that a high-ranking leader like Commander Chen would remember his personal matters.
He remained silent for a moment, head down, without saying a word.
Commander Chen understood. "Xiao Qi, is there no room for maneuver?"
Qi Changming thought for a moment before explaining, "Running away from the wedding is only one aspect. Another aspect is that my mother is getting old and her health is not good, so she wants me to go home to be by her side as soon as possible so that she can feel more at ease."
As soon as he said this, Regiment Commander Li was about to curse, but Division Commander Chen stopped him.
"How about this?"
“Your direct superior is Commander Qi. I’ll have Commander Qi come back and talk to you.”
The Zhou family.
Zhou Jingsong had his eye surgery a week ago, but the doctor told him to keep his eyes covered for a month and not expose them to sunlight before they could be opened.
"I'm leaving."
Qi Donghan looked at the telegram that had just arrived; it contained only two words: "Return immediately."
It seems something must have happened at the garrison.
Thinking of this, Qi Donghan put away the telegram and began packing his things. His voice was calm as he said, "Old Zhou, the garrison has summoned me back immediately. I'm leaving now."
Zhou Jingsong, who was blind, groped his way to Qi Donghan's side, somewhat puzzled, "The garrison is not in wartime, so why is there such an urgent summons?"
Qi Donghan lowered his head to pack his things, his jawline resolute. "I don't know."
“But I’ve been out for ten days now, so it’s normal for me to go back.” His gaze fell on Zhou Jingsong’s eyes. “Once your eyes have recovered, you should go back to your unit.”
"I'll be waiting for you to come back while I'm stationed at the base."
Faced with this summons, they all knew there was no room for delay.
Zhou Jingsong could only hum in response, "I can't see you off with these eyes. Have a safe journey."
He whispered, "Once the bandages are removed from my eyes and I can see again, I will rush to the station immediately."
If not.
Then he'll be completely blind and will never be able to stay with the team again.
These words are too heartbreaking.
Even Qi Donghan fell silent. He packed his bags, slung them over his shoulder, and simply patted Zhou Jingsong on the shoulder, saying, "Don't think too much about it."
"So many people in the team are waiting for you."
"You'll definitely be alright."
A rare moment of comfort.
Zhou Jingsong hummed in agreement, used his white cane to find his way, and followed Qi Donghan out the door. Before leaving, Qi Donghan...
He glanced in the direction of the Meng family.
Under the cover of night.
Wearing a black coat, Meng Yingying quietly went up the mountain.
Qi Donghan seemed to have sensed something. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the hilltop for a while.
Because it was too far away and the noise was too low, Zhou Jingsong couldn't actually hear it. He waited for a while, but Qi Donghan didn't leave, so he asked with some confusion, "Old Qi, what's wrong?"
Qi Donghan then withdrew his sharp gaze, and after a long while, he said, "I'm leaving."
“Look at that woman who lost her father.”
Upon hearing this, Zhou Jingsong paused, then said, "I will."
"However, Lao Qi, you're not usually one to meddle in other people's business, so why this time?"
They understood what was left unsaid.
Qi Donghan pursed his lips, shook his head without saying a word, and disappeared into the night.
Nobody knows.
Meng Yingying lost her father.
And so was he.
However, when his father passed away, his mother wanted to carry his coffin to send him off on his final journey.
But they didn't even qualify.
It was the same torrential rain, the same black coffin, the same standing in the rain, being harassed by relatives, and the same helplessness.
Qi Donghan thought that he was too young at that time to shake those elders in the slightest, but twenty years later, he finally had the ability to fight back.
Even if he doesn't know that person.
He was willing to lend a hand.
Go and help that younger, helpless version of yourself.
And a mother who was bullied.
*
Meng Yingying climbed the mountain, panting. It had rained a few days ago, and the ground was still muddy. The mountain was shrouded in darkness.
Meng Yingying, who had always been afraid of the dark, didn't know what fear was for the first time.
She wanted to visit that old man and see if his current place was alright.
Meng Yingying remained silent the entire way up the mountain, while Uncle Meng followed at a distance without saying a word.
Meng Yingying was also one of them.
When they arrived at that small grave mound, Meng Yingying, who was so afraid of ghosts and the dark, stared at the grave mound for a long time. "Dad, I've come to see you."
She crouched down and gently lay on the grave mound. The April soil was damp from the rain and still a bit cold. She murmured, "Weren't you cold living in there?"
One sentence was enough to make Uncle Meng, who was following behind, feel unbearable. He turned his head away to wipe his tears.
Meng Yingying seemed oblivious. She simply lay quietly for a while, tears streaming down her face. "Dad, I'm sorry. I'm useless. I couldn't see you off on your final journey, and I couldn't watch you be laid to rest."
She touched the cold yellow earth and murmured, "If only you had given birth to a son. If you had a son, he could have carried the coffin, seen you off on your final journey, and watched you be laid to rest."
If it were a son, then those relatives of the Meng clan wouldn't dare to so openly exploit those who have no descendants.
Her answer was a gentle breeze on her face.
Very gentle.
Meng Yingying raised her hand to wipe away her tears. "Dad, I ostensibly entrusted the house to my third uncle, but secretly I transferred the ownership to Yue Ru."
"They can't take the house away from me unless I own it."
"I'll be leaving once all this is done."
"According to the plan you gave me, I need to go to the stationed team to find Qi Xiao'er."
"But I lied to you, saying I was going to the garrison to find Qi Xiaoer and marry him. No, I don't want to marry him. I don't want to marry him at all."
"Dad, you won't blame me, will you?"
No one answered.
Meng Yingying stared at the small mound of earth, a smile more painful than a grimace appearing on her face. "You're so tall and strong, how could you possibly fit in such a small mound?"
Still, no one answered.
Unlike before, when Meng Baichuan would respond to Meng Yingying's call of "Dad" no matter where he was.
Thinking about this.
Meng Yingying felt a sharp pang of sorrow in her heart. The longing overwhelmed her like a tidal wave. She lay on the grave mound, silently shedding tears. "Dad, I miss you so much."
I want to so much.
When her father was alive, the sky stood tall, protecting her from all the storms outside.
When her father was away, all sorts of demons and monsters came out, wanting nothing more than to eat her flesh and drink her blood, and that wasn't enough for them.
The only difference is that she no longer has a father.
Thinking of this, Meng Yingying's tears fell one by one. She received no response, no response at all, until a night breeze blew across her cheeks and also blew away the tears on her face, just like when her father used to raise his hand to wipe away her tears when she cried.
This made Meng Yingying freeze abruptly. She stood up abruptly, looked around, and suddenly exclaimed, "Dad, if you were here, could you blow on the branches?"
The words were spoken.
The surrounding branches rustled and trembled.
It swayed gently as if blown by the wind.
No, it was the wind of longing that, across the divide between life and death, finally brought them together again.
When Meng Yingying saw the swaying branches, she burst into tears.
Her father is still watching over her even after he died.
Meng Yingying couldn't hold back any longer, her sobs escalating into loud wailing.
After she had finished crying, she got up, grabbed a handful of yellow soil from the grave, and put it in her pocket. "Dad, I'm leaving."
"I'll come back to see you next time I'm settled."
She lifted her foot, turning back every few steps to look at the lonely grave mound.
For someone so afraid of ghosts, this was the first time she desperately wanted to see one.
Because it wasn't a frightening ghost, but the person she longed for day and night.
"Yingying, now that you've seen your father, you can leave."
On the way down the mountain, even though Uncle Meng was reluctant, he could only say these words.
There is no one in the world who would protect Meng Yingying like Meng Baichuan.
He can't.
No one else can do it either.
After Meng Baichuan died, Meng Yingying could no longer stay in Mengjiatun.
Every day she stayed increased the risk; those tribesmen were like bloodsucking leeches, ready to bite her at any moment.
Meng Yingying paused, then said softly, "I understand, Third Uncle."
She will leave.
They left overnight.
Leave this place of trouble.
*
He's been keeping an eye on Meng Yingying and the Zhou family for the past few days, and everyone there is his informant.
"Are you sure that ruthless man from the Zhou family is gone?"
Uncle Meng confirmed repeatedly that on the day the coffin was carried, the evil spirit put too much pressure on him. With just one push, he fell to the ground and couldn't get up.
Later, when the other party helped carry Meng Yingying's coffin up the mountain, he even inadvertently saw the pistol tucked into the other party's waist.
He was not only a soldier, but also a soldier with a gun.
Presumably, his rank in the stationed team is not low.
"They're gone."
The other person said, "I watched him leave in the night, carrying a bag on his back."
As soon as he finished speaking, Uncle Meng clutched his aching arm and paced back and forth in the house, as if he had made a decision after a long time. "Let's go to Baichuan's house and meet Meng Yingying."
Aunt Meng was taken aback. "Husband, isn't this a bit too hasty?"
"That scoundrel just left, and Meng Yingying still has a high fever and doesn't seem to be awake yet. If we go knocking on their door now, won't the people in the village gossip about us?"
Uncle Meng gave him a cold look. "Women are just too soft-hearted."
"That evil spirit has finally left with great difficulty. If he doesn't come now, when will he?"
"If we don't go to their house now, what will happen to Dunzi when he gets married after Meng Yingying leaves? And what about Yuzhu's desire for a house?"
Uncle Meng's family has two sons and three daughters. The eldest son, Dunzi, is an adopted son, while the second son, Yuzhu, is his biological son.
Both children are grown up and of marriageable age, but the family has many children and is too poor.
To this day, they still live in an adobe house, a type of house that no woman would want.
The two boys will be unable to find wives.
The two-story house left behind by Meng Baichuan is the only chance for their two children to get married.
Aunt Meng was scolded. She hesitated for a moment, wanting to explain.
"When a man is speaking, does a woman have the right to interrupt?"
"Let's go, take the men and head to Baichuan's house now. Also, call your grandma along."
"I want to see if Meng Yingying can stop us from going in, but she can stop her own grandmother from going in too?"
"And the third brother is the same. He's really out of his mind. He'd rather help Meng Yingying, a woman who's married out of the family, than help our own Meng family."
Watching them leave, Meng Dunzi quickly pulled Aunt Meng behind him and couldn't help but say, "Dad, what about that person from the Zhou family? One is gone, but there's another one."
Uncle Meng glanced at him and frowned. "That's a blind man. Do you know what a blind man is?"
"With so many of us, we can't even handle a blind man?"
Without that nemesis, if they still can't handle this blind man who can't see, then there are so many of them.
That's a piece of trash.
The Zhou family were originally outsiders in Mengjiatun. If Zhou Jingsong hadn't gone blind, they might have been more wary of him.
The problem is that Zhou Jingsong is blind. How much harm can a blind man cause them?
Meng Dunzi wanted to say something more, but Uncle Meng had already led a large group of people out the door.
Seeing this, Meng Dunzi took a deep breath and said, "Mom, you wait here, I'll go out for a bit."
Seeing this, Aunt Meng suddenly grabbed Meng Dunzi's hand, "Are you trying to let Meng Yingying escape?"
Meng Dunzi was surprised that his thoughts had been seen through by Aunt Meng. He was stunned for a moment, then nodded hesitantly.
Aunt Meng paused for a moment, then said, "I'll go with you."
Meng Dunzi didn't expect that the other party would support him and let Meng Yingying escape. He really couldn't accept it. "Mother, Father did this for me and Yuzhu."
“You,” he said, choosing his words carefully, “I thought you would agree.”
Aunt Meng shook her head. "What do I agree to? Do I agree to your father and his family bullying a little girl who just lost her mother?"
She sneered, "I may look down on Meng Baichuan and spoil Meng Yingying, but that doesn't mean that just because Meng Yingying is a little girl who has just lost her family, everyone should try to take a bite out of her."
"Dunzi, as human beings, there are some things we can do and some things we cannot do. You need to know that."
Meng Dunzi suddenly understood why, as an adopted son, he should have been sent away after his adoptive mother became pregnant.
However, he was not sent away and continued to live in the Meng family. It wasn't because his father was being kind, but because of his mother.
She was never a bad person.
"Then I'll go and tell Meng Yingying to escape."
Meng Dunzi said.
Aunt Meng nodded, "We'll split into two groups. I'll go and keep an eye on your father, and you go and inform Meng Yingying."
Meng Dunzi nodded.
The two split up.
At this moment, Uncle Meng and his men had already arrived at the entrance of the Meng family's small building. In just a short while, they had secured the Meng family's residence.
"Meng Yingying, come out here."
Uncle Meng stood at the door and shouted loudly into the room, "Your grandma, your uncle, all of us relatives are standing at the door waiting. Is it appropriate for a junior like you to be sleeping inside?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yueru inside was immediately awakened. Her first thought was that it was a good thing Yingying wasn't home.
She calmly picked up the knife that Meng Yingying had hidden under her pillow. Then, she walked to the window and looked at the dense crowd outside.
She knew that Uncle Meng and his group had come with ill intentions.
It seems they haven't given up on this house.
No.
They had not given up on Meng Yingying either.
They not only coveted the house that Meng Baichuan left for Meng Yingying, but also Meng Yingying herself.
Thinking about this...
A ruthless glint flashed in Zhao Yueru's eyes. Yingying was right; these people were wolves in sheep's clothing.
When Yingying wanted to transfer the house to her privately, she thought Yingying was making a mountain out of a molehill, but now it seems that Yingying was prescient.
Zhao Yueru peered out the window, then touched her knife, remaining silent. She only hoped that Meng Yingying and Zhou Jingsong outside could hear what was happening.
Uncle Meng called for a while, but no one answered. Having no other option, he decided to break down the door.
Before he could kick the door open, Zhao Yueru opened it with a knife in hand. In the moonlight, the knife in her hand seemed to have a more terrifying and profound light.
"Trespassing?"
Zhao Yueru stood boldly at the door, "If I remember correctly, this is a crime, isn't it?"
Uncle Meng was surprised to see Zhao Yueru come out. He frowned immediately and said, "I'm here to see Meng Yingying. Let Meng Yingying come out."
Uncle Meng didn't actually know Zhao Yueru's background; he only knew that she was Meng Yingying's good friend in the city's propaganda team.
The other party was from the city, and that alone was enough to make him wary.
Zhao Yueru sneered, "What do you want with Yingying?"
"Let Meng Yingying come out and say that her grandmother has arrived. She won't let me, her uncle, in. We can't just not let her own grandmother in."
As soon as she finished speaking, Grandma Meng took two steps forward and said, "Let that child come out."
She disliked the second son, Meng Baichuan, because although he was successful, he was disobedient and insisted on marrying Cheng Li's daughter, and in the end, his wife ran away.
He's raising the child alone, and he won't agree to remarry.
Over the years, in Grandma Meng's eyes, her second son, Meng Baichuan, was someone who came specifically to contradict her.
"What do you want with her?"
Zhao Yueru seemed impatient. She stood at the door, holding a kitchen knife, trying to stall for time. "I won't let her out unless you tell me."
"After all, who knows if you are her relatives or a bunch of beasts in wolf's clothing?"
Upon hearing this, Uncle Meng's face immediately darkened. "Comrade Zhao, this is an internal matter for the Meng family. Do you really have to get involved?"
Clearly, he didn't take Zhao Yueru, a female comrade, seriously.
Zhao Yueru kept looking behind Uncle Meng. She sneered, "What do you mean by 'internal affairs of your Meng family'? You trespassed on my private property. I didn't sue you because of Yingying."
"Otherwise, do you think you'd still be standing here talking to me?"
As soon as Zhao Yueru finished speaking, Uncle Meng and the others looked at each other in bewilderment. "What do you mean by 'your private residence'?"
"Zhao Yueru, explain yourself clearly."
"It means exactly what it says. Meng Yingying has already sold the house to me. Now the name on the deed is my Zhao Yueru, not Meng Yingying."
"You members of the Meng family have trespassed on my Zhao Yueru's house. Do you think I should call the police?!"
A resounding, forceful sound.
Uncle Meng and the others looked at each other in disbelief, with Uncle Meng being the first to be skeptical.
"You must be talking nonsense. This is my younger brother Meng Baichuan's house, a house belonging to my Meng clan. How does it have anything to do with someone like you surnamed Zhao?"
Without giving Zhao Yueru a chance to react, Meng Baichuan decided to use violence to quell the violence, shouting, "Charge in!"
Uncle Meng shouted, "Bring Meng Yingying out here and make her return the house that belongs to my Meng family!"
They stepped forward and tried to shove Zhao Yueru, but Zhao Yueru got angry and grabbed a knife, ready to attack.
The waving knife immediately scared away several people.
The situation instantly became tense.
Until Meng Yingying arrived quickly with Zhou Jingsong. On the way, she met Dunzi, who told her to escape, but she couldn't abandon Zhao Yueru.
Yue Ru only got involved in this mess because of her.
So Meng Yingying turned back without hesitation, never expecting to see this scene upon her return.
Meng Yingying's expression changed instantly. She rushed over without hesitation, snatched the knife from Zhao Yueru's hand, and slashed at Uncle Meng.
This was the first time Meng Yingying had been driven to madness.
When the knife struck, Uncle Meng was immediately startled. "Meng Yingying, have you gone mad?"
The knife grazed his hair, shaving off a section of it. If he hadn't dodged quickly, he would have had half his face chopped off.
Meng Yingying bit her lip, her eyes flashing with anger. "I'm going crazy, you've driven me crazy. My father wasn't even dead yet, and you came to my door forcing him to transfer the house to you. Now that my father is dead, you, as his biological older brother, are threatening me with carrying his coffin."
"Now that my friend has finally come to help me, what? Are you going to drive my friend to his death again?"
Heaven knows what happened when Meng Yingying saw Zhao Yueru holding a knife and confronting their group of people.
She was terrified that something might happen to Zhao Yueru.
She has already lost her father; she cannot lose her best friend as well.
Thinking of this, the usually obedient Meng Yingying, like a cat with its fur standing on end, stood protectively in front of Zhao Yueru and warned Uncle Meng, "Let me tell you, I have already transferred the house to Yueru, and this house has nothing to do with me."
“If you force your way in, then wait for the police to arrest you all.”
Zhao Yueru was deeply moved as she looked at Meng Yingying, who was protecting her like a madwoman, as if she had returned to the propaganda team.
When she was in the propaganda team, she was bullied by those classmates, and Meng Yingying protected her in the same way.
Uncle Meng didn't believe it.
Meng Yingying turned around, went into the house, took out a property deed, and shoved it in front of Uncle Meng. "See this? The name on the property deed isn't my dad's, nor mine, but Zhao Yueru's."
Uncle Meng was shocked after reading it. He was so angry that his face twisted. "How dare you transfer the Meng family's house to an outsider?"
Meng Yingying accepted the house deed and sneered, "Even if I give it to an outsider, I won't let you beasts have it so easily."
“Hey Meng, I’ve not only given this house to Yue Ru, but I’ve also registered it with the police. If you dare to forcibly come to my door again, you can expect to be shot and go to jail!”
Meng Yingying had always been well-behaved, but now, that overly obedient girl was going crazy, her eyes red and her hand on a knife.
Uncle Meng and the others were also startled for a moment, then he said fiercely, "Don't try to scare me with the police."
"I wasn't raised to be easily scared."
"Is that so?" A deep voice came from behind.
Zhou Jingsong arrived unnoticed, leaning on his cane, accompanied by two uniformed police officers.
When they saw that the police had actually arrived.
Uncle Meng was so frightened that his face turned ashen. Being a countryman, he felt a bit intimidated when he saw the police officers in uniform.
Zhou Jingsong walked over to Meng Yingying and Zhao Yueru, listened carefully to their ears, and after confirming that they were alright, he said to Uncle Meng, "Old Qi is truly a prophet. He said that even after he left, you would still cause trouble, so he set a trap."
"I didn't expect you guys to actually sneak in."
"Should we call you stupid, or just plain stupid?"
Uncle Meng was once again gripped by the fear of being kicked away earlier. He looked at the uniformed policeman, his face ashen, and subconsciously asked, "Didn't he leave?"
His men watched as the other party left before he came to force Meng Yingying to leave.
Zhou Jingsong smiled. "He left? He did leave, but he called the police on the way."
"The moment you move, the police will be waiting for you to come in."
Upon hearing this, Uncle Meng slumped to the ground, trembling as he pointed at Meng Yingying, "You conspired with him to harm your own people?"
Meng Yingying pursed her lips and spat at him rudely, "Who said we're on the same side as each other?"
Then, she turned to look at Zhou Jingsong, her face full of doubt, "Old Qi?"
"who is he?"
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