Chapter 18: Chapter 18: Wanting to Kill Her Chapter 18: Chapter 18: Wanting to Kill Her Meng Chuyue’s heart was a tumultuous sea of shock.
She never could have imagined that the so-called truth about Wu Yuanchun and Meng Jingfen’s affair in the grove in her previous life would turn out to be this.
So, in her previous life, Meng Jingfen wasn’t truly Wu Yuanchun’s love?
So, in her previous life, did Mom arrange for her own marriage to Wu Yuanchun purely to salvage Meng Jingfen’s reputation and marriage?
No, that’s not right either.
Later, Mom took Meng Jingfen to Hai City, and Meng Jingfen never married Zhao Aihua.
If going to Hai City, the reputation in Xiaoliu Village wouldn’t matter as much, so why did Mom insist on marrying her off to Wu Yuanchun?
Was Wu Yuanchun someone of a special status?
Was he the child of a benefactor or a close friend of Mom’s?
Otherwise, how could it be explained?
The more Meng Chuyue thought about it, the more confused she became, yet she couldn’t help thinking about it.
Right then, someone kicked her door again.
She thought it was Fu Hongfang and couldn’t help but scoff at her fickleness: Wasn’t she supposed to reform and be good?
Couldn’t she hold on for even one day?
Was she reverting to her old ways already?
She walked to the door with a sneer, ready to prop it shut with a large chest, when Meng Jingfen’s voice came from outside.
Oh, so it was Meng Jingfen kicking the door.
She had wrongly blamed Fu Hongfang.
Meng Jingfen had come to beat Meng Chuyue.
She knew that after what had just happened, her own reputation was utterly ruined, but she didn’t blame herself; she blamed Meng Chuyue.
If Meng Chuyue hadn’t captured Wu Yuanchun’s heart, why would she have resorted to such measures today?
How could she have been humiliated ?
Unable to find a way to vent her frustration, she wanted to imitate Fu Hongfang and beat Meng Chuyue to let off steam.
She wasn’t secretive about it, either, shouting while she kicked the door: “Meng Chuyue, come out, I’m going to kill you today.
It’s all because of you, you little slut.
If it weren’t for you, how could I end up so miserable?”
“Meng Chuyue, you bitch, you should never have been born.
If you didn’t exist, no one would compete with me for Wu Yuanchun.”
“Meng Chuyue, you slut, open the door quickly.
If you don’t, I will use… a pole to break your legs.”
Meng Jingfen cursed and went to look for a pole.
At this time, villagers who heard the noise and came to watch the commotion couldn’t hold back, and some bold ones shouted, “What’s this commotion?
Keep it up, and we’ll call the village cadres, eh?
You’re not allowed to hit Chuyue.
If we find anything wrong with Chuyue tomorrow, we’ll go straight to the police.”
“Right, Chuyue is innocent in this.
You can’t treat her .”
“She’s still sick, how can she withstand your beating?
Don’t you know that killing someone will cost you your life?”
The villagers’ words didn’t scare the on-the-edge Meng Jingfen, but they did scare Meng Jinhua and his father Meng Lixing.
Meng Lixing threw a bench towards Meng Jingfen, “Shameless thing, you still have the face to make a scene, not rolling back to your room and losing all your dignity.”
She had lost face not just in the village but also among her mahjong friends.
Meng Jinhua scolded Fu Hongfang, “Aren’t you going to drag her away?
It’s all because you spoil her.
If you don’t take care of her and she disgraces herself again, I’ll kick you all out.”
Meng Jingfen was frightened and obediently went back to her room.
Meng Chuyue had calculated many possibilities, but she never anticipated that her maneuvers, though they had ruined Meng Jingfen’s reputation, would still bring the fire to her own doorstep.
With things , tomorrow would undoubtedly be tough.
She couldn’t stay in Xiaoliu Village for another day.
Originally planning to leave the day after tomorrow, she decided to leave tomorrow instead.
It would be good to leave tomorrow, especially using Meng Jingfen’s threat to “kill” her as an excuse.
Early the next morning, Meng Chuyue put on her farming clothes and went to the rice paddies, passing by Fu Song’s house and giving the little guy a knowing look.
The little guy understood and, a few minutes later, also headed to the Meng Family’s rice paddy.
Meng Chuyue didn’t go into the fields this time; she waited for Fu Song under the willow tree.