Chapter 6: Chapter 6 Can’t Stand Her Doing Well Chapter 6: Chapter 6 Can’t Stand Her Doing Well To this day, Meng Chuyue still couldn’t understand the kind of feelings Meng Wanhua held towards her.
If it was due to Lin Youdong’s unfaithfulness, hating the house and the crow, disliking her, she could barely understand.
But to scheme her into marrying Meng Jingfen’s lover, Wu Yuanchun…
How much must she hate her to do such a thing?
But if she truly hated her, why leave all her property to her?
Meng Wanhua’s last will before she died truly baffled her.
In her previous life, she had forcefully suppressed these doubts.
This time, she decided she would not only try to use Space Spiritual Plants to treat Meng Wanhua’s ailment, but also try to understand the nature of Meng Wanhua’s feelings towards her.
Before long, Meng Chuyue had made herself a dish of red-braised chicken chunks, a plate of vinegar-tossed cabbage, and a large bowl of fragrant rice.
Her most skilled talents in her past life were two things—cooking and sewing, and she had used these skills to serve Zhao Sulan’s family as a servant for over a decade…
After finishing her meal, she steamed some succulent pork ribs, green beans, and fish, then Meng Chuyue left the house.
Fu Hongfang was still at home, hearing the sound of her departure, but didn’t dare provoke her.
Firstly, Fu Hongfang had decided to turn over a new leaf, secondly, she was in a disheveled state, unfit to meet anyone.
When Meng Chuyue left the house, she wore the clothes she had prepared for working in the fields in the morning—an old white poplin long-sleeve shirt, faded autumn-colored trousers, and she also took an old straw hat and carried a small basket.
Even though it was nearly ten in the morning, the villagers believed she was going to the rice fields to pull weeds.
Everyone greeted her warmly.
Meng Chuyue, this poor child, although not very talkative, was diligent and capable, often lending a hand in difficult tasks for everyone.
Thus, everyone really liked her.
Many secretly wanted to propose her for marriage.
Most were from good families.
But Fu Hongfang and Meng Jingfen couldn’t stand to see her well off, refusing all the good proposals.
Bad ones, Meng Wanhua wouldn’t allow, so although many proposed to her, it was all in vain.
Seeing everyone’s warm gazes, Meng Chuyue remembered her nominal marriage with Wu Yuanchun from her previous life, again speculating about Meng Wanhua’s scheme for her to marry Wu Yuanchun.
Though Wu Yuanchun was only poor, other aspects were fine, he wasn’t fickle-hearted, aside from his ambiguous relationship with his true love, Meng Jingfen, he didn’t flirt around.
But, could any woman tolerate this?
Wasn’t Meng Wanhua herself unable to endure it, unwilling to shift from wife to being Lin Youdong’s lover, thus she insisted on cutting off all relations with Lin Youdong?
She really couldn’t understand.
She couldn’t understand at all.
Everyone thought Meng Chuyue was going to the fields, but they didn’t know she was going to the village’s end to seek help in scheming against Meng Jingfen.
She had thought it through, since she had dealt with Fu Hongfang, she might as well stay a few more days and get her revenge on Meng Jingfen.
She wouldn’t try to cling to Meng Jingfen to prevent her shameful exposure at night but would let more people know of Meng Jingfen’s disgrace tonight and ensure she couldn’t pin the blame on her.
The house at the village’s end was the smallest and oldest in the village, next to a neighboring two-room two-story building, and it looked even more dilapidated.
She normally never lingered at this doorstep.
Nor did she speak with the owner of the house.
Because the owner was a lazy man.
A widower, marked by all vices, associating with him would tarnish one’s reputation.
Her visit today, naturally, wasn’t for this lazy man but for his twelve-year-old “son”.
Of course, calling him a son, he was actually stolen.
When the lazy man’s wife was alive, the couple never treated the child as human.
Since the wife fell ill and died two years ago, there was one less person to beat the child, but all the cooking, cleaning, and household chores fell to the child.
This child’s life was pitiful.