Chapter 3 (Minor Revision) How can I get rid of her? ...
Chapter 3
Even with a bleak future, Meng Yingying never considered going to find her childhood sweetheart. Because of Qi Xiaoer?
This name... is that of the childhood sweetheart in the book who utterly despised the original owner and ultimately caused the original owner's tragic end.
For Meng Yingying to ask him to fulfill the marriage agreement would be tantamount to suicide.
After all, in the book, she did go to rely on Qi Xiaoer after her father's death, but her fate was not good.
She was born in the countryside. Her father was a pig butcher. She had no mother and her education was average. She was fat and vain.
Compared to Qi Xiaoer, whose parents are both government employees, who is highly educated, good-looking, and has a promising future, he is like heaven and earth.
Using the pretext of an arranged marriage, she relentlessly pursued Qi Xiaoer.
It would be strange if Qi Xiaoer liked her.
Therefore, when her father mentioned that she should go and live with her childhood betrothed, Meng Yingying was very resistant.
She had her own plans, but she couldn't tell her father.
"What, now you're unwilling?"
Seeing his daughter's mood, Meng Baichuan was a little surprised. "When you were making a fuss about joining the city propaganda team, wasn't it because you wanted to catch up with Qi Xiaoer?"
In fact, Meng Yingying and Qi Xiaoer had only met once when they were children. Meng Yingying was seven or eight years old and Qi Xiaoer was nine. Meng Yingying was tall and strong from a young age.
At that time, Qi Xiaoer was as thin as a monkey. Meng Yingying climbed up the wall of the Qi family, jumped down, and rode on Qi Xiaoer's neck like a horse.
Qi Xiaoer rolled his eyes as he plopped down on the seat.
The whole family rushed over to save Qi Xiaoer.
As a result, Qi Xiaoer became the laughing stock of their compound, unable to even beat a younger sister.
What a useless little brat.
For a long time, Qi Xiaoer lived in the shadow of Meng Yingying.
When it comes to the past, Meng Yingying is reluctant to recall it, and she can't say that she is not the original owner of this body.
Instead, they traveled through time and knew what would happen next.
She then changed the subject, subtly hinting at the future consequences of joining Qi Xiaoer's side, "Dad, if even my blood-related uncle can't be trusted, can that childhood sweetheart be trusted?"
To hint indirectly.
Meng Baichuan's breath caught in his throat. He closed his eyes. His daughter was telling the truth. If even her own uncle couldn't be trusted, could he really trust the childhood sweetheart he hadn't seen for over a decade?
Thinking about this, Meng Baichuan wished he could borrow another ten years of his life from God.
In this way, he can protect his daughter for another ten years.
Unfortunately, no.
Human lifespan is limited. He had something growing in his brain, and it was already in its late stage. The doctor gave him an ultimatum: there was no cure.
We can only wait to die.
Seeing her father's pale face and rapid breathing, Meng Yingying was immediately frightened. She quickly grabbed her father's arm, "Dad, Dad, are you alright?"
Meng Baichuan took a deep breath, trying to dispel the pain in his mind. "Yingying, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's Dad who's sorry."
When she was young, she should have left with her mother to live a better life in the city, but he forcibly prevented her from doing so.
He kept the child by his side, but after only a little over ten years, he couldn't stay with her any longer.
Looking at her father like this, Meng Yingying felt extremely distressed. It was the original owner's emotion, a mixture of guilt and sadness. She forced herself to suppress it and gently comforted him, "Dad, you haven't wronged me. You've been very good to me."
Seeing her father's excited expression, she dared not say anything more.
The conversation between the father and daughter came to an abrupt end.
Meng Yingying lay in bed unable to sleep, contemplating her future. She felt surrounded by wolves, but for now, with her father Meng Baichuan still alive, she could manage to get by for the time being.
Once her father, Meng Baichuan, left, she was left all alone.
Those relatives would then transform into wolves and devour her.
Thinking of this, Meng Yingying felt a sense of crisis. She looked up at the house on the roof. The house was particularly eye-catching. She saw it at a glance when she first returned to Mengjiatun. It was like a splash of color in a gray landscape.
It's like a villa in a mud-brick house; everyone wants a piece of it.
Her father is gone; she can't keep this house.
I want to live well in this era.
First, the house needs to be transferred to someone you trust, preferably someone who has no connection to the Meng family, so that you can get rid of them.
Secondly, accompanying his father on his final journey was also the original owner's wish: to care for his father in his old age and see him off in his final days.
Third, after her father passes away, she will leave Mengjiatun, but not to go and seek refuge with her childhood betrothed, Qi Xiaoer.
Instead, he used Qi Xiaoer's marriage as an excuse to annul the engagement in exchange for a spot in the performing arts troupe.
Work is the foundation for her survival in this era.
Getting married is not the answer.
Having figured out what lay ahead, Meng Yingying felt more at ease and fell into a deep sleep.
After persuading Meng Yingying to leave, Meng Baichuan took out a yellowed notebook from the cabinet on the kang (heated brick bed). An address was written in the notebook.
He opened it and looked at it again and again. The address written in ink seemed to have become somewhat blurred from his rubbing.
Meng Baichuan stared at the address and murmured, "Fenfang, I don't know what to do."
"For Yingying's sake, I have no choice but to bother you."
Meng Baichuan stared at the notebook, unable to sleep all night. The pain forced him to sit up with his eyes open all night. The next day, just as dawn was breaking, he dragged his ailing body to the supply and marketing cooperative.
Using the supply and marketing cooperative's telegraph machine, a telegram was sent to that address.
"The illness is serious; return immediately."
Unfortunately, after the telegram was sent, it seemed to have sunk without a trace. Meng Baichuan waited for three days in a row, but did not receive a reply.
At this point, Meng Baichuan completely gave up hope. He even threw the notebook he had guarded for almost twenty years into the stove.
As flames rose, Meng Baichuan's notebooks, which he had treasured for nearly twenty years, were burned to ashes, reduced to nothing.
Just like the relationship he and she had back then, it was completely severed.
Meng Baichuan thought that perhaps he shouldn't have held onto any hope for the other person.
That very evening, Meng Baichuan found Meng Yingying. For the first time, he spoke to her in an extremely serious manner, saying, "Yingying, after I die, you should go and seek refuge with Qi Xiaoer."
There is no other choice.
He had initially thought there would be a reply, but the unanswered telegram revealed Song Fenfang's true intentions: she no longer wanted to acknowledge Meng Yingying as her daughter.
She didn't want Meng Yingying to disturb her new life.
Meng Yingying was brewing Chinese medicine for Meng Baichuan. She wasn't very good at using these things because she had never cooked in her previous life.
Fortunately, the original body's memories were still intact, and they managed to brew the Chinese medicine, albeit with some stumbles along the way.
Before the food was even served, I heard my father's ultimatum.
“Dad.” Meng Yingying was somewhat surprised.
Her clear, doe-like eyes held a hint of shock, making the beauty mark at the corner of her eye even more prominent.
Meng Baichuan didn't dare to look into his daughter's eyes. He lowered his head and said, "Yingying, don't blame Dad for making the choice for you."
He pointed to his large two-story house, which stood out conspicuously in Mengjiatun, a village full of mud-brick houses.
Meng Baichuan said, "When I was discharged from the army, I did not accept a job after being demobilized. Instead, I chose to receive the compensation. Later, when you were older, I used the compensation to build this small house. After I die, this small house of ours will become a thorn in the side of everyone in Mengjiatun."
Looking at the still-naive Meng Yingying, Meng Baichuan cruelly revealed the outcome for the first time: "Yingying, you can't save her."
“The Meng family values clan and implicitly accepts that their daughters belong to another family. The Meng family clan will inevitably covet our small house. As my only daughter, they might arrange for you to marry someone casually so they can take the house back.”
His older brother was just one of them.
There are more than 130 households in Mengjiatun, and more than one family is waiting to eat his leftless offspring after his death.
"So, after I die, the first thing you should do is go and seek refuge with Qi Xiaoer."
This was the same plan as Meng Yingying's, but Meng Baichuan's words were even more cruel.
Seeing that she was lost in thought, Meng Baichuan raised his voice several decibels and shouted angrily, "Meng Yingying, did you hear me?"
This angry shout startled Meng Yingying. Her face turned deathly pale instantly, and she snapped back to reality, crying out, "Dad!"
I was really startled.
Meng Yingying, in both her lifetimes, had never been treated so harshly.
She was born lucky, and everything went smoothly for her.
With the love and support of her parents, coupled with her own talent, she began to stand out in the performing arts troupe at a young age.
Everyone around her spoke softly to her; she had never been treated so harshly before.
Seeing that his sudden outburst of anger had frightened his daughter, Meng Baichuan felt a pang of guilt. He dared not look into his daughter's eyes, and could only turn his head away, his eyes reddening, speaking slowly and deliberately, as if he were giving his last instructions.
“I don’t know why you’re resisting Qi Xiaoer now, but at this stage, Qi Xiaoer is your only way out. Let me tell you in detail. First, Qi Xiaoer is your childhood betrothed. Second, Qi Xiaoer is a soldier. Third, because he’s a soldier, he can protect you if you marry him. These three points are enough to protect you and this little house.”
Meng Yingying bit her lip and nodded, "I know."
She knows everything.
Seeing that she was listening, Meng Baichuan breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm sorry, Yingying."
Meng Yingying hesitated tentatively in mid-air for a moment before landing and patting her little old man on the back.
That father, so imposing and tall in my memory,
Now he's so thin he's practically skin and bones. When he holds Meng Yingying, she feels uncomfortable all over.
She could no longer hold back her tears, which fell like beads from a broken string. "Dad, don't worry about me. I will definitely go find Qi Xiaoer. Don't worry."
With these words, Meng Baichuan was finally at ease. He raised his large, thin hand, extended his little finger, just like when he was a child, and said, "Pinky promise, never to change for a hundred years."
That was a game he and his daughter had played countless times.
With tears in her eyes, Meng Yingying reached out her hand, her slender white little finger touching her father's finger.
That finger is no longer the warm and rough one I remember; now, it's just skin and bones.
"Pinky promise".
"I won't go back on my word, Dad."
Seeing his daughter like this, Meng Baichuan felt extremely distressed, but he had no choice but to teach her to grow up, so he kept nagging about other things.
"I'm leaving. Don't go to the propaganda team anymore. They won't accept your gifts if you don't bring them any."
His own daughter wasn't cut out to dance, but she liked it, so Meng Baichuan went to give her gifts and humbly beg for her help.
Fortunately, times were tough, and getting meat was a problem. He was a butcher, so it wasn't difficult for his family to get some meat and offal.
These were all assets that Meng Baichuan had when asking for favors.
Meng Yingying then realized that her father had done so much for her in ways she couldn't see, and she burst into tears.
"Don't cry. Since you promised Dad, Dad will call your Uncle Qi right now."
He left the Qi family's phone number, which he had left many years ago.
"After you've talked to your Uncle Qi, go find Qi Xiao Er."
Meng Yingying asked instinctively, "And what about you?"
She's gone, what will happen to her father?
Meng Baichuan said, "You don't need to worry about me. I am a member of the Meng family. If I die, the Meng family clan will take care of me. I will ask your third uncle to help me with my funeral arrangements."
"Yingying." He looked at her with tears in his eyes, as if it were his last words of advice and expectation, "Just go far away and fly high, the farther the better."
Meng Yingying frowned, and shook her head decisively, "No."
"Didn't you agree from the beginning that I would take care of you in your old age and see you off when you died? That I would settle the house before I left?"
"Why are you making me leave early now?"
I disagree.
Meng Yingying refused decisively.
Meng Baichuan was also surprised by his daughter's sudden increase in assertiveness and decisiveness.
It's likely that she grew up because he was seriously ill and had no one to rely on.
Meng Baichuan was somewhat relieved. He took the initiative to admit his mistake, "Yingying, it was your father who didn't think things through. I just realized that if you take care of my funeral arrangements, you won't be able to leave."
He's gone.
One's own daughter is like a lamb to the slaughter.
Everyone says the countryside is great, but what they don't know is that country people will fight tooth and nail over the edges of the land.
Not to mention the small building behind her own daughter.
Meng Yingying closed her eyes, and for the first time, the usually obedient and cute girl had a hint of ruthlessness on her face. "If they dare to make a move beforehand, I will call the police. I will take one of them down with me even if I die."
Seeing his daughter like this, Meng Baichuan closed his eyes. "Do you really want to stay and help me with my funeral arrangements?"
Meng Yingying nodded, "I must stay."
She took a deep breath. "Dad, I am your daughter. It is only right and proper for me to take care of you in your old age and see you off when you die."
My daughter has grown up.
Meng Baichuan sighed, the stinging pain all over his body making him experience suffering constantly. He closed his eyes and said, "Let me think about it."
Despite his illness, he took his daughter to the supply and marketing cooperative and used their phone to dial the number he knew by heart.
A while later.
The call was finally connected.
"Hello, is this Mengzi?"
Qi Xiaoer's father was named Qi Zhenguo, nicknamed Mengzi. Back then, the two changed jobs, and Meng Baichuan chose to take the money and return to his hometown.
Qi Zhenguo chose to stay at the Grain Bureau in Heilongjiang Province, securing a stable job.
Qi Zhenguo didn't quite recognize the voice at first, but after a while, he finally understood Meng Baichuan's tone and asked, "Are you Baichuan?"
"It's me."
Meng Baichuan was somewhat relieved that the other party could still remember his voice. "Mengzi, do you still remember the betrothal you mentioned to me back then?"
Qi Zhenguo said, "Of course I remember. You haven't contacted me all these years, Baichuan. I thought you had forgotten about this childhood betrothal."
Meng Baichuan's face showed a rare hint of ease. "How could that be?"
"Didn't I want to keep my daughter a few more years? Now that I see she's grown up, I'm thinking of getting her and Xiao Er married sooner rather than later."
At this point, his voice became a little more cautious, "Mengzi, what do you think?"
"Of course I'd love to." Qi Zhenguo ignored his elderly wife's constant tugging at his hand and readily agreed. "I just don't know when it will be convenient for you. I'll bring my wife and children to propose marriage then."
As soon as Qi Zhenguo finished speaking, his wife almost strangled his hand, but Qi Zhenguo ignored her and even glared at her.
Meng Baichuan, connected by the phone line, was unaware of what was happening. He glanced at his daughter, who was standing obediently to the side, and whispered into the other end, "Mengzi, you don't need to come. I won't live to see you."
"Send me Xiao Er's address, and I'll have my Yingying go directly to the station to find your Xiao Er."
Upon hearing this, Qi Zhenguo was stunned, incredulous. "Baichuan, what do you mean by that?"
"Don't talk nonsense. If I remember correctly, you're only two years older than me, just over fifty. Don't curse yourself."
Meng Baichuan didn't try to hide anything, because if his daughter were to marry Qi Xiaoer in the future, it would be impossible to keep things from her family.
"I don't have many days left to live, Mengzi. I'm leaving. My daughter is surrounded by wolves. I'll entrust this child to your Xiao Er in the future."
"Please, for the sake of our past as comrades-in-arms, treat my daughter well."
This is entrusting an orphan to someone else.
It was a deathbed entrustment of his orphan.
While he was still alive and had some dignity and connections, he begged people everywhere.
When Qi Zhenguo heard this, his throat tightened. He knew that Meng Baichuan was a strong-willed man, a tough guy who would never ask for help from others.
But now, the other party is begging him.
"Baichuan, you, you shouldn't say that."
"I'm too old to hear it."
Meng Baichuan, however, was quite philosophical about it. He said calmly, “Everyone dies eventually, it’s just a matter of when. Mengzi, I’ve never asked anything of you in my life, I only ask that after I die, you treat my Yingying well.”
Treat Yingying well.
In those short three minutes, Meng Baichuan mentioned it twice.
Qi Zhenguo assured him, "Don't worry, I definitely will. From now on, Yingying will be my own daughter."
Only after hearing these words did Meng Baichuan feel relieved. He couldn't say much more, and by the end, his voice grew softer and softer, his breath became shorter and shorter, fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his hand holding the microphone trembled slightly.
In the end, I could only give a hasty explanation before hanging up the phone.
Seeing that he could barely stand, Meng Yingying supported him and acted as his crutch. Meng Baichuan forced a smile and said, "I'm fine. Take the money from my pocket and give it to your Aunt Chen."
Meng Yingying nodded, made a five-minute phone call, and gave him eighty cents.
In the past, Meng Baichuan would have felt sorry for him, but now, he couldn't care less about feeling sorry for him.
He focused all his attention on his daughter, asking her, "Did you remember the address?"
Meng Yingying nodded and showed him the note: "101 Detachment, Qilin City, Heilongjiang Province".
Just by hearing the name of this garrison, you know it's something extraordinary.
Seeing that Meng Yingying had written it down, Meng Baichuan breathed a sigh of relief. "Keep this note. Now that Dad is gone, go to this place."
“Yingying, your Uncle Mengzi is someone I’ve been through thick and thin with. If you marry Xiao Er from his family, and he bullies you in the future, you can go to your Uncle Mengzi to complain.”
“Their family is well-off. They live in the city of Heilongjiang Province. Your parents-in-law are both employed, working at the Grain Bureau, which is a secure job. And Xiao Er is not bad either. He was promoted to officer at a young age while stationed in the garrison. Even if he is demobilized in the future, he will still have a secure job.”
"So, by marrying you into their family, even if Dad dies, he can rest in peace."
This was the best match Meng Baichuan could find for his daughter, within the limits of what he knew.
There is no other.
The city dweller receives government-subsidized grain rations, both parents-in-law are employed, and the betrothed child is a promising young man stationed in the military.
This was the path to survival that Meng Baichuan found for his daughter when he was on the verge of death.
He believed it was a path to survival with minimal risk, minimal crisis, and a smooth road ahead.
Qi Jia.
After Qi Zhenguo hung up the phone, his wife Chen Xiulan immediately exploded.
"Old Qi, you're something else. Xiao Er has a bright future ahead of him. He's about to be promoted to company commander. With his qualifications, he could easily marry the daughter of a leader in the garrison."
But you arranged for him to marry the daughter of a butcher, a country girl who is uneducated, ill-mannered, and I heard she's also dark-skinned and fat.
"If I take a wife like that out in public, where will Xiao Er put his face? Where will the entire Qi family put their face?"
Upon hearing this, Qi Zhenguo's face turned ashen.
"What pig-slaughtering daughter? That's Baichuan, my savior. Without Baichuan, there would be no me. If he hadn't risked his life to save me back then, how could he have retired from the army and come home to work as a pig slaughterer with one leg disabled?"
"Chen Xiulan, let me tell you, long before I married you, I had already arranged a marriage between my children with Baichuan. The eldest son is too old and married too early, so he is not suitable to marry Baichuan's daughter. Otherwise, I would have arranged for the eldest son to marry Yingying long ago."
"I'm warning you one last time. Baichuan's daughter, Meng Yingying, is my daughter-in-law, the one I've chosen. I will only acknowledge her as my daughter-in-law."
"Don't try to sow discord between Xiao Er and others. How far Xiao Er goes in the future depends on his abilities, not on him getting married!"
Qi Zhenguo's angry words frightened Chen Xiulan, but even so, she did not back down.
After all, it concerns the youngest son's future and marriage.
She immediately raised her voice and sneered, "You're telling me? Let me tell you too, my youngest son has a bright future. Don't try to ruin his marriage. You're going to marry the butcher's daughter, but I won't!"
Her second son is a suitable match for the daughter of a high-ranking official!
Qi Zhenguo was furious. Seeing his wife's stubbornness, he swept the enamel mug off the coffee table with a bang and said harshly, "Don't force me to divorce you."
The scalding tea splashed onto Chen Xiulan's clothes, burning her so much that she flinched and collapsed to the ground. After a while, she angrily said, "You want to divorce me for an outsider?"
Unfortunately, Qi Zhenguo turned and left without paying her any attention.
This only fueled Chen Xiulan's anger. She looked at the overturned enamel mug on the ground, and kicked it away in a fit of rage. "Meng Yingying, is it? She hasn't even entered my house yet, and she's already causing chaos in our Qi family. How amazing!"
"I'd like to see if you can even step into the Qi family!"
After threatening his wife, Qi Zhenguo immediately called his son, who was stationed at the 101 team in Heilongjiang Province.
Unfortunately, Qi Xiao'er had gone to do morning exercises and hadn't returned yet. When he came back, he received a notification from the call center, went there, and called Qi Zhenguo back.
"Dad, what's wrong?"
He knew that his family usually wouldn't bother him unless there was something wrong.
Qi Zhenguo: "Xiao Er, your Uncle Meng called me today and brought up the arranged marriage between you and his daughter, Meng Yingying. I've agreed on your behalf. It'll be in a while—"
His voice choked up a bit, "After your Uncle Meng passes away, Yingying will come to the garrison to marry you."
"You'll have to treat this child well then."
Upon hearing this, Qi Xiaoer felt as if the sky had fallen. "Dad, who are you saying is coming to find me?"
"Meng Yingying".
Qi Xiaoer's memories of his death came back to life and attacked him, instantly taking him back to when he was eight years old, when Meng Yingying sat on him and made him roll his eyes.
"Dad, I don't want to."
"I don't want Meng Yingying, my childhood betrothal partner."
His voice trembled almost completely. That dark-skinned and fat Meng Yingying could make him sit up when he was only eight years old.
Now that she's twenty years old, judging from her weight when she was a child, she must weigh at least 300 pounds.
what?
Marry him a 300-pound fat woman, they want to crush him to death!
And even if you turn off the lights at night, you still can't sleep.
Qi Zhenguo was furious upon hearing this. "Your betrothal was arranged since childhood. You can't refuse to marry him even if you don't want to!"
"Your Uncle Meng is seriously ill. On his deathbed, he entrusted Yingying to us. Qi Changming, if you dare not marry Meng Yingying, don't blame me for disowning you as my son!"
Crackling sound.
Qi Zhenguo hung up the phone, leaving Qi Changming standing there dumbfounded, holding the receiver. He almost roared angrily, "I don't want that 300-pound childhood sweetheart."
Unfortunately, Qi Zhenguo didn't give him a chance and hung up the phone directly.
As soon as Qi Changming shouted this, the entire call center fell silent, and everyone looked over with gossip in their eyes.
Then a tall, imposing, and exceptionally handsome man walked in.
He was wearing a green military uniform, with a buzz cut and handsome features. The muscles beneath his shirt were taut, stretching the thin fabric and creating a bulge.
What's even more astonishing is his aura, which is truly sharp and fierce.
He first glanced at the call center, and wherever his gaze fell, the gossipy call center operators immediately shrank back and lowered their heads, even their breathing became lighter.
They were afraid of angering the other party and being punished.
The scene was stunned; they all stopped gossiping.
The man turned to look at the distraught Qi Changming, his voice deep and muffled, like a stone falling to the ground, "What's wrong?"
Qi Changming had been looking miserable, as if the sky had fallen, but when he looked up and saw that it was his commander, he immediately looked like he had seen a savior and grabbed his arm. "Commander, my 300-pound childhood sweetheart is coming to the garrison to ask me to fulfill our marriage contract."
"Please help me! Please!"
How can I get rid of her?
A note from the author:
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Someone: I'll marry him!
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