Zhao Xiaoxin and Lin Yuzhe understood that it was better for Zhao Sulan to remain silent than to lie.
Lying would only make Meng Chuyue hate her even more.
It would be counterproductive.
Neither of them said anything else, each leaving five hundred yuan before departing.
On the way, Zhao Xiaoxin asked Lin Yuzhe, "What do you think, if we asked Sister directly, would she tell us?"
Lin Yuzhe shook his head, "No, she wouldn’t. If she could tell, she would have by now. Even if she wouldn’t usually say, when we invited her over and she refused, she should have said something. Since she doesn’t want to mention it, let’s not pry. She’s always been reliable; there must be a good reason. Let’s not make her more upset."
Zhao Xiaoxin immediately laughed, "Right, you’re right. From now on, I won’t obsess over this anymore."
Zhao Xiaoxin and Lin Yuzhe might not be troubled anymore, but Zhao Sulan was becoming increasingly entangled because of this conversation.
What could be the reason that Meng Chuyue wouldn’t even tell Zhao Xiaoxin and Lin Yuzhe? It must be something serious.
She had to figure it out.
After much thought, she finally made up her mind to talk with Han Zheng and have him tell her the answer.
Han Zheng was very close with Meng Chuyue; he must know the reason.
As soon as she felt a little better, she had the caretaker send a message to Han Zheng, saying she wanted to meet him.
She thought Han Zheng would refuse, that she might have to ask several times, but Han Zheng came as soon as he received the message.
He even brought some high-quality fruits as a gift, though not many, indicating that his visit was a formality rather than out of concern.
Zhao Sulan noticed this and said to Han Zheng with a bitter smile, "I thought you wouldn’t agree to see me."
Han Zheng said indifferently, "You’ve always been self-aware, so I thought there must be something important for you to want to see me, and that’s why I came."
Zhao Sulan sighed, "You’re right, there is something very important. I want to ask you, why does Chuyue hate me so?"
Before coming to see Zhao Sulan, Han Zheng had called Meng Chuyue and followed her advice.
Meng Chuyue had told him that he could explain the past life’s events to Zhao Sulan by pretending it was a "dream."
He hesitated for a moment and then said lightly, "Chuyue told me that after she first met you, she had a dream, in which you succeeded in scheming against her for one of her kidneys.
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She thought Lin Youdong truly was her father, so when you said you’d take her back to the Lin family to nurse her health as compensation, she agreed.
But what you claimed to be compensation was actually just keeping her as a kidney donor reserve. Later, when you saw her culinary skills, you treated her like a free maid, and she was ever so grateful to you."
Zhao Sulan was shocked, "...It was just a dream, can it be taken seriously?"
Han Zheng nodded, "Yes, indeed, it was just a dream, nothing actually happened, she knows that, so she didn’t retaliate against you. But every time she sees you, she’s reminded of the dream, and it scares her...
Zhao Sulan, maybe you don’t think it’s a big deal, but have you ever considered what kind of life Chuyue has been living in the Meng family?
You treated Lin Fangwei well because you believed she was your own, but what about Chuyue? In the beginning, Meng Wanhua knew that she was the daughter of you, her enemy. How do you think she treated her, do I need to say more?"
Zhao Sulan’s eyes widened, "Meng Wanhua was pretty nice to Chuyue, wasn’t she? Otherwise, why would she have gone to such lengths to prevent us from letting her a kidney?"
"Why? Obviously, because she was dying from a terminal illness and worried about going to hell after death, she wanted to atone for her sins. What else could it be?
Don’t tell me that you’re unaware that Chuyue was always left in the countryside, subject to beatings and scoldings, working to the bone..."
Zhao Sulan blinked guiltily, "...I knew she lived in the countryside, but I thought... it wouldn’t be too hard..."