Chapter 892: Scumbag Brother and Scumbag Father, Get Lost (38)

Chapter 892: Chapter 892: Scumbag Brother and Scumbag Father, Get Lost (38)

Sending Widow Lee home, her image in Meng Chongxi’s mind was already gentle, kind, steadfast, loyal, diligent, and able to endure hardships—simply the ideal perfect wife.

Thinking of the one at home who shows him a sour face and even kicks him off the bed, Mrs. Zhang made his heart increasingly uncomfortable.

Anyway, Meng Chongxi was a scholar; marrying a shrew like Mrs. Zhang was truly a loss.

Widow Lee gently offered him tea and gave him pastries, urging him to leave quickly to avoid unnecessary trouble, which would not be good for their reputation. She also said that she would send gratitude items to the village entrance tomorrow, hoping he would come to collect them.

The whole time, Meng Chongxi felt like he was dreaming. When he returned home, he found Mrs. Zhang annoying in every way, almost showing his displeasure, but then he saw Qiann Yan come out of the house like a ghost, and he immediately deflated.

Obviously, this was his home, but he lived so oppressively.

Even an outsider like Widow Lee treated him better than Mrs. Zhang.

The more Meng Chongxi thought about it, the angrier he got, and he made himself sick with anger. Early the next morning, feeling unwell all over, he thought of Widow Lee wanting to send items to thank him, disregarded his health, and went out.

"Dad, aren’t you working?"

"I’m not eating at home today." Waving his hand, Meng Chongxi said, not daring to speak harshly. This money-draining woman was very fierce; he couldn’t afford to provoke her.

The villagers didn’t stand by him. She actually paid off all the village’s debts; none of the borrowed silver was left for him. Now, the villagers had a good impression of her.

Last time, the village head’s son vanished into the mountains for a long time. Knowing her prowess, he came to her requesting help, and she indeed found the person; the village head’s son merely suffered minor injuries.

Gradually, the villagers even invited her to go into the mountains with them, showing her much respect, which made him feel uncomfortable all over.

The villagers’ gazes became increasingly strange, as if he had committed some unforgivable sin.

All of Meng Chongxi’s anger dissipated upon encountering Widow Lee.

...

"Mom, have you ever thought about separating?"

Mrs. Zhang paused and then said, "We’ve lived for so many years, why separate now."

"What if Dad wants to? Or he wants to divorce you?"

A look of sadness appeared on Mrs. Zhang’s face, but she understood: "Didn’t Yan’er say before she wanted to move elsewhere? If Yan’er doesn’t mind, I’ll follow you."

"So you’re not afraid of separation?"

Mrs. Zhang laughed at this moment: "I’ve even hit your dad; what’s there to fear?"

At the moment she hit Meng Chongxi and made him cry, she was no longer the original Mrs. Zhang.

"That’s good."

Qiann Yan’s gaze fell on Xu Yunniang who was plucking vegetables: "Sister-in-law, how about you?" Seeing Xu Yunniang in a daze, Qiann Yan added, "Separate from Meng Wengan and come with me."

Xu Yunniang let out a sigh of relief: "That’s no problem."

She feared that once separated, the ties would break.

Living life with her sister-in-law was really wonderful. Men? She didn’t need men.

Knowing their attitudes, Qiann Yan was reassured to handle this matter; it shouldn’t take much time.

Besides doing some work at home, she also had to teach Yaan Huai in the morning.

In recent days, she found Yaan Huai seemed a bit upset, yet it didn’t affect his studies; he studied even more diligently, with a firm determination on his face.

Qiann Yan rented the village’s ox cart, calculating that Yaan Huai likely ran out of paper, planning to buy some more.

While driving the cart, she explained new content.

"You’ve been downcast lately; did something happen?"

Yaan Huai did not expect Qiann Yan to ask this. He remained silent for a while; it was his secret and a sore spot. Not having achieved fame, he didn’t want to reveal it, or others would think he was seriously ill.

"Can I tell my teacher the day I achieve fame?"

Qiann Yan: "Of course you can."

Feeling that Yaan Huai was a bit sad, she didn’t ask further and continued to explain the text.