Chapter 322 Your daughter looks just like your mother.
After settling his grandmother in, Meng Jin'an quickly drove to the hospital.
Su Mo was throwing a tantrum at the nurse, complaining that the injection hurt.
"How can you be so useless? You can't even give a proper injection, it hurts so much, you know? No wonder you can only earn two or three thousand yuan here, you're practically starving."
"How can you talk like that?" She started yelling as soon as she walked in, showing no respect for anyone. The nurses didn't want to mess with this kind of person, but her words were just too rude.
"What's wrong with me? Which of your words aren't true? Are you good at stabbing? Do you earn a lot? What right do you have to whine to me like this?" Su Mo finally found a place to vent her anger. "If I were you, I would find a rich man to marry while I'm still young. It's better than you being so subservient."
"You've gone too far!" The nurse's eyes were red. "I earn my living through my own abilities, what's it to you?"
"Skills? What skills do you have? Your real skill is finding an old man and selling yourself for a lot of money!"
"Su Mo!" Meng Jin'an shouted angrily, "You've gone too far!"
"Cousin!" Su Mo became even more excited when she saw him. "She bullied me."
“I saw it all,” Meng Jin’an said, feeling ashamed. He looked at the nurse and said softly, “I’m so sorry, she has mental problems. Please don’t hold it against her. I apologize to you on her behalf.”
"No need." The nurse left, holding back her tears.
"What are you apologizing for!" Seeing that her cousin was angry, Su Mo immediately changed her tune. "Cousin, I was beaten up, my arm is broken, you have to stand up for me."
"You mean that girl in Beijing? Did you see her?" Meng Jin'an didn't seem to care about her injuries.
“She tried to take my clothes again, and she brought thugs with her,” she said, holding out her hand. “Look at me now.”
Meng Jin'an took a step back in disgust. "You stole someone's clothes again and swore at them. It's normal that you got a scolding. I'm leaving now."
"Cousin! Auntie told you to take care of me! Or I'll call Auntie again!" Su Mo shouted, attracting the attention of the patients' family members outside.
Meng Jin'an's face was red and white in patches.
They're both girls, both younger sisters, so why is there such a big difference between them?
"What do you want me to do?" he asked.
"Don't you know anyone in the police station? Go and have the police arrest them and sentence them! Put them in jail!"
Meng Jin'an closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "If you're not educated, then read more books. I don't have the ability to put anyone in jail. Besides, the people around her are not simple. I can't afford to offend them, nor can I touch them. You should just focus on getting better and don't call me again."
After saying that, he walked out.
Su Mo clamored that she wanted to call her aunt.
“Go ahead and call. I won’t even answer my mom’s calls anymore. Keep calling,” Meng Jin’an said as he walked to the door and turned his head. “You need to reflect on this. Someone like you is lucky to have survived being beaten to death.”
Su Mo used her uninjured left hand to grab the tray next to her and throw it at Meng Jin'an's back.
Why is it that woman's brother buying her clothes and standing up for her?
Why is her cousin like this?
Her hatred for a stranger inexplicably reached its peak.
If her cousin won't help her, then she'll help herself.
I took out my phone and stared at the balance for a long time.
Then use the 500,000 yuan that woman's brother gave her to kill her.
Zhang Wanrong couldn't stay in the hotel, so she took a wheelchair down the elevator and wanted to go out and see the streets.
She didn't go far, afraid of causing trouble for the child.
An elderly woman sat down at the outdoor café next to the hotel and ordered a drink.
Watching the people coming and going as they pass by.
Just as I was marveling at how fast time flies, a familiar face suddenly came into view.
A beautiful middle-aged woman sat down at the table next to her.
I ordered a coffee.
"You...you are Qingzhi, right?" Zhang Wanrong turned to the side and looked at her several times before confirming.
"You recognize me?" Meng Qingzhi was a little surprised. She looked over, thought for a while, and then smiled. "You are Aunt Wanrong!"
"Qingzhi, you haven't changed at all. You're still the same little girl I remember." Not only have you not aged, but you look even more refined and beautiful.
“Aunt Wanrong, I’m so happy,” Meng Qingzhi said, sitting down right next to her. “Have you been living here all this time?”
Zhang Wanrong exchanged a few pleasantries with her and asked, "Did you come back with your children?"
Meng Qingzhi was taken aback. "No, it's not that."
"Ah, I just saw Jingyi and Buyu yesterday. They're here too. You know what, your daughter looks just like your mother. When I saw her at the cemetery, I thought it was your mother."
Zhang Wanrong continued talking to herself, unaware that the person opposite her was gradually changing her expression.
The children and the girl remained silent.
Meng Qingzhi's mind suddenly became a complete mess.
Things that were deliberately locked deep inside the box of memories gradually emerged.
"Grandma, what are you doing here? The hotel reception said you came out, but you didn't answer my calls. I was so worried about you!" Meng Jin'an ran over, covered in sweat.
"I forgot my phone." Zhang Wanrong introduced her, "Qingzhi, this is my grandson, his name is Meng Jin'an."
"Ah, you, hello, that's a very nice name." Meng Qingzhi took a sip of water to calm herself down.
“Your child’s name is also nice, Jingyi and Buyu. If you ask me, a girl’s name with Zen meaning, not listening, not looking, not speaking, is also beautiful.”
Meng Qingzhi's hand, which was holding the coffee cup, trembled slightly.
"Auntie, are you alright?" Meng Jin'an noticed something was wrong and quickly asked.
"It's alright, I'm on a diet and have a little low blood sugar. I'll be fine after eating something. You take Grandma home to rest. I'll visit her another day." Meng Qingzhi forced a smile.
Meng Jin'an nodded. Grandma had been out for quite a while. "Then we'll be going now. Goodbye, Auntie."
Meng Qingzhi stood up and watched the old lady leave.
Then, looking dazed, he sat down again.
The phone rang. "Shuchen," she answered in a hoarse voice.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Song Shuchen sensed something was wrong. "Wait for me, I'll be there soon."
Meng Qingzhi hesitated for a moment, then finally hummed in agreement.
She sat there blankly, without any expression or movement.
Until someone next to her held her cold hand.
"What's wrong?" Song Shuchen sat down with concern. "What happened? Are you feeling unwell?"
“Shuchen,” she looked at him, paused for a good ten seconds, and chuckled softly, “I want to go see my mother.”
Song Shuchen breathed a sigh of relief. "We came to see her anyway, didn't we agree to go tomorrow?"
As he spoke, he took off his coat and draped it over Meng Qingzhi, saying, "Wear more clothes when you come out; it's a bit chilly. Don't get sick."
“Okay,” she replied softly. “Shuchen, I’d like to visit my home.”
They hadn't returned in all these years. Before Song Shuchen came, he sent people to investigate and found that the old house had been fenced off by his son and rebuilt.
“I’ll arrange it,” he said.
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