Chapter 57: Chapter 57: Layers of Lies Chapter 57: Chapter 57: Layers of Lies Shen Mei was indeed very happy when she heard all this, and she said with a smile, “Of course, you don’t have to worry about these things, leave them all to me to handle.
By the way, seeing your caller ID, you must be in Hai City.
There are still twenty-six days until the middle school exams.
Are you coming these days or before the exams?”
Living in the same town, Teacher Shen naturally knew about the chaos in Meng Chuyue’s family.
Meng Chuyue spoke calmly, “I will visit you two days before the middle school exams.
The admission ticket requires a photo, right?
Can I send it to you tomorrow?”
Shen Mei was still very excited, “Yes, yes, is this your home phone?
Can I call this number to reach you in the future?”
“This is the phone of the grocery store outside.
I will give you the phone number of the fruit store where I work tomorrow.
You can call that number in the future.”
Shen Mei was puzzled that Meng Chuyue was now working in a fruit store and wanted to ask about the specifics but felt it wasn’t necessary, so she just kept agreeing.
Meng Chuyue returned home in a good mood, opened the refrigerator, and prepared to cook.
Seeing that the red bean paste and osmanthus cake were all gone, her first thought was: Meng Jingfen really went too far, eating up so much red bean paste and osmanthus cake.
No, she needed to teach her a lesson.
She stormed toward the side bedroom in anger, but as she reached the master bedroom, as if possessed, she turned around and checked the fruit she had left with Meng Wanhua yesterday.
Sure enough, it was gone.
So, had she wrongly blamed Meng Jingfen?
The red bean paste and osmanthus cake hadn’t been devoured by the usually gluttonous Meng Jingfen?
Indeed, there were a large bowl of red bean paste and nearly five kilograms of osmanthus cake—it didn’t seem like Meng Jingfen could have eaten it all.
It appeared that Meng Wanhua had given these things away?
Again, to that sick friend?
Meng Wanhua did have a few good friends, but her character wasn’t so weak as to continuously give away all the good things at home to them.
In her suspicion, Meng Chuyue decided to start the following day by handing the fruit store over to the two casual workers who were still eager to help her mind the shop, while she would hide out in the Phoenix Hotel to investigate the truth.
She hadn’t checked out of that room yet.
She didn’t think there was anything wrong with her doing this.
These things were the fruits of her labor, her token of love to Meng Wanhua, and even life-saving medicine for Meng Wanhua.
She had to know where they ended up.
Though she had made up her mind, Meng Chuyue was still hesitant; she felt perhaps she should ask Meng Wanhua directly.
But before she could speak, Meng Wanhua, looking shamed, took the initiative to explain, “Chuyue, I’m sorry.
I know those red bean paste and osmanthus cakes were specially made by you and are good for my health.
But the friends who came to visit me today insisted on giving me several hundred yuan as a condolence fee and refused to let me treat them to a meal, so I used those things to entertain them.
You can rest assured, this won’t happen again.”
Meng Wanhua decided that from now on, she would no longer let Lin Fangwei into the house.
As for the tasty fruits, she would take them outside and give them to her.
Meng Chuyue believed Meng Wanhua’s explanation and was about to dismiss the idea of surveillance when Meng Wanhua pulled out a wad of money and handed it to her, even more ashamed, and said, “However, I’ve agreed to help them buy fruit from your place, the kind that costs twenty yuan per kilogram.
This is the money they left, and can you bring some back daily?
Ten kilograms a day should suffice.”
Too much would be too hard on Chuyue.
It seemed she still had to keep an eye on things.
Even if what Meng Wanhua said was true, she also wanted to see who these people were.
She nodded discreetly, “No problem.
But if we’re buying daily, I can’t give you the wholesale price; it has to be at least sixteen yuan per kilogram.”
“That’s okay; they said twenty yuan per kilogram works too, as long as there’s enough every day.”