Chapter 332 Going Where I Should Go
The old lady smiled contentedly, and the wrinkles on her face smoothed out.
"Good...good boy..."
Her cloudy eyes greedily traced the outline of her grandson, as if she could never get enough of looking at him.
Just then, her gaze inadvertently passed over Zhou Congcheng's shoulder and fell on Meng Shilan standing at the door.
Just one glance.
The old lady's smile froze instantly.
"you!"
A single word was squeezed from her chapped lips, sharp as the cry of an owl.
What are you doing here?!
"Get out! Get out of here!"
The old lady seemed to have suddenly gone mad, struggling to sit up in bed.
Her emotions were so intense that they affected her very being, triggering a violent, heart-wrenching cough.
"Cough...cough cough...cough cough cough..."
She coughed until her face turned red, and curled up in a ball as if she was about to die at any moment.
"Madam!"
Mrs. Gao rushed over and patted his back to help him catch his breath.
Zhao's expression also changed drastically, and she hurriedly stepped forward to help.
The whole room instantly descended into chaos.
Zhou Congxian's face was extremely grim.
He wanted to turn around and look at Meng Shilan, but his grandmother's hand was like an iron clamp, gripping him tightly and not letting him move an inch.
While comforting the old lady, Madam Gao glared at Meng Shilan with venomous eyes.
"Young Madam! I beg you!"
"Please, just do me a favor and show some compassion!"
"Get out of here! Don't upset the old lady any further!"
"The old lady's health can no longer withstand such abuse from you!"
As she spoke, she rushed over and, half pushing and half shoving, forcefully pushed Meng Shilan out the door.
With a "bang".
The carved wooden door was slammed shut in front of Meng Shilan.
It also completely isolated her from the world inside the house, a world filled with family affection and care.
Inside the house, there was Zhou Congxian's anxious calling, the old lady's heart-wrenching cough, and Zhao Shi and Gao Mama's insincere attempts to comfort her.
She was all alone outside.
The snow started falling again.
A cold snowflake landed on her long, curled eyelashes and instantly melted into a drop of water.
It looks like tears.
But there was no sadness or grievance on Meng Shilan's face.
Amidst the swirling snow, a faint yet chilling smile slowly crept onto her lips.
In my previous life.
It was a similar scene.
Old Madam Zhou also pointed her finger at her nose and cursed her as a jinx that brought misfortune to the Zhou family.
At that time, she was so scared that she trembled all over and could only kneel on the ground and kowtow again and again to admit her mistakes.
She thought that as long as she was humble enough and obedient enough, she could gain a little peace.
But she was wrong.
Her concessions only resulted in even more severe bullying.
Especially after Song Jiyun entered the room.
She eked out a living in this magnificent cage.
But in the end, they didn't even have the chance to survive.
And in this life.
She not only survived.
They're still alive and well.
Live a vibrant and successful life, a life of boundless glory.
She lived a life that made those who once trampled her underfoot hate her to the core, yet they couldn't do anything to her!
Thinking of this, Meng Shilan's smile deepened.
That smile carried a hint of pleasure and a hint of mockery.
She didn't care at all whether she seemed too cold-blooded and heartless at that moment.
They didn't care at all whether Old Madam Zhou inside the house was really still ill.
She stood quietly under the veranda, raised her hand, and brushed the snow off her shoulder.
Before Zhou Congxian could appear.
He simply turned around, took a step, and slowly walked away into the wind and snow.
She came to the Duke of Ying's mansion out of respect for Zhou Congxian, to give him an explanation.
She entered the house in full view of everyone to save face for the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion and to show the entire capital that she, Meng Shilan, was not a pushover.
Now, she has accomplished both.
Whether or not one can enter Madam Zhou's room, or gain her approval, is no longer important.
It never mattered.
The commotion inside the house gradually subsided.
After drinking the calming soup, Madam Zhou fell into a deep sleep again.
After settling everything in, Mrs. Gao turned around and saw the slender figure receding into the distance outside the window.
Her pupils suddenly contracted.
She just left like that?
The old lady was still ill, and the young master was still here, yet she didn't even wait for him and just left!
This is simply... utterly arrogant and disrespectful!
Gao's mother quietly slipped out and then quietly returned to the inner room.
She walked to Zhou Congxian, who was still by the bedside, leaned down, and whispered her grievances in his ear in a sorrowful and helpless tone.
"Young Master..."
"Look, the young mistress... she's gone just like that..."
"Alas, the old lady is still ill, how could she... how could she leave without even asking a question?"
"It's clear that in her heart, she doesn't care about our old lady or our Zhou family at all..."
"This old servant knows that I shouldn't say these words, but I watched you grow up, and it really... breaks my heart!"
Zhou Congxian slowly raised his eyes, his gaze as cold as ice, and stared straight at Gao's mother.
Are you teaching me how to do things?
"This old servant...this old servant dares not..."
Zhou Congxian twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a chillingly sarcastic smile.
"Don't dare? I bet you dare!"
"Xian'er."
Old Madam Zhou gently held his hand, "Listen to your grandmother, she is not good, she will ruin you."
Zhou Congxian could never bring himself to be cruel to his grandmother.
He had made Shi Lan wait for far too long.
"Grandmother, she is the only wife I will ever have in my life."
Old Madam Zhou's face darkened further. "Is she that important that you won't even lie to your grandmother?"
She underestimated Meng Shilan's importance in his heart.
She also overestimated her importance in his heart.
The wind and snow outside the window intensified, howling as if trying to blow the bone-chilling cold inside.
Complex emotions surged in Zhou Congxian's deep eyes.
There was worry, reluctance, and guilt.
“Grandmother, she is very important. I have been searching for her for so long, and she is the only one.”
He bent down and gently tucked the blanket around the old lady.
"Grandmother, please rest well."
"Grandson, I'll come to see you tomorrow."
Finally, Zhao couldn't hold back any longer and called out to him just as he was about to step out the door.
"Xian'er!"
"It's so late, where are you going?"
Zhou Congxian stopped in his tracks.
He didn't turn around.
Only a cold, hard back view remained.
"Go where I'm supposed to go."
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