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"Do you think you are fit to come out now?"

Meng Wantang couldn't help but complain.

"Don't you see what you look like now? You came here with a big belly, do you want her to scold you to death? Don't you have any idea of ​​her character?"

Chen Jiaojiao didn't dare to say a word after being scolded.

Meng Wantang was still not satisfied: "I thought you had learned your lesson, but after so many years, you still haven't improved at all. I will handle this matter. I told you this because I wanted to tell you that my existence was just the fuse that caused you to leave your parents. It was her greed that caused the current situation. It was her who deliberately prevented my mother from finding me. She is my enemy, not my benefactor."

She, Meng Wantang, clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment.

Chen Jiaojiao understood what she meant, and she said without hesitation: "You can do whatever you want, don't worry about my opinion. Meng Wantang, she doesn't love me, I have always known. So, my last name is still Chen."

"I understand."

After Meng Wantang hung up the phone, she felt so angry that her stomach ached.

She was not feeling sorry for herself, but for Lin Su.

She could tell at a glance how much pain Lin Su had been living through all these years.

The culprit behind all this is Sang Xinjie.

Sang Xinjie had suffered a lot. The man she had married with so much difficulty was not a good person. Sang Xinjie was also a ruthless person. She escaped.

But how can this be possible?

It's simply not enough.

What’s the little bit of suffering that Sang Xinjie has to endure?

It was nothing compared to the suffering her mother had endured. The mental torture her mother went through could not be offset by the suffering Sang Xinjie had endured.

This was the first time Meng Wantang hated someone so much.

Suddenly, someone came in and disturbed her.

Meng Wantang thought it was her mother. When she looked up and saw Lu Qingye, she was stunned.

"How did you come?"

"Don't worry about you."

Lu Qingye walked over, and before Meng Wantang had time to feel moved, she saw him take out 30,000 yuan and put it on the table.

"What are you doing? What are you going to do with all this money?"

"You'll find out later."

Lu Qingye said, motioning for her not to speak, and then pressed the record button.

"The 30,000 yuan is for my son. He asked someone to exchange the money into foreign currency and let Haohao take it away. Now he wants to purchase goods, but the store does not have enough money. He asked me to lend him some money." Lu Qingye's words seemed normal, but Meng Wantang heard something else.

She blinked and asked, "You gave your own son money, and you still need to borrow it?"

"My parents always asked me to write IOUs when they gave me money. Naturally, I have to write an IOU to my own son as well." Lu Qingye said, rubbing Meng Wantang's head, "The money is here, he will come to get it later. Only after I get the IOU can I let that kid take the money, understand?"

Meng Wantang saw the person at the door, smiled and said, "I know, I know."

"I have counted the money clearly, a total of 30,000. If he is worried, let him count it himself." Lu Qingye said as he left the clinic. He walked very quickly, as if he did not notice Meng Mu hiding at the door.

Lu Qingye crossed the road, walked to the side of the road and got into a car.

Sitting in the back seat of the car was a man with a strong aura. Although he was old, his facial features were still handsome, except for the cold eyes under his sharp brows.

"The person went in."

Zhao Dong, who was sitting in the front, didn't dare to breathe and kept his eyes staring outside.

Lu Qingye sneered: "She is really brave."

"Get ready to take action."

Meng Xun would not let that woman off easily.

She raised her own children?

Ha, what a joke.

Should he thank the person who stole his child?

That woman caused his wife to suffer for decades.

When Meng's mother heard that Lu Qingye had brought 12 yuan directly to give to her child, she remembered that their child seemed to be only years old.

They give 30,000 yuan to a twelve-year-old child?

What a joke.

What does that little kid know about doing business? The money should be given to her.

Thinking so, Meng Mu walked in with confidence.

She saw Lu Qingye leaving and walked in, and saw the bag on the table at a glance. The bag was what Lu Qingye was carrying when he came in, and now there was 30,000 yuan in it.

Meng Mu's eyes were too burning.

When I saw that bag, I wanted to take it for myself immediately.

She knew that Meng Wantang would not give her that money.

"Have you made up your mind? Are you going to give me the money or not?" asked Meng's mother.

Meng Wantang refused coldly: "I don't have any money."

No money?

How could there be no money?

The money was clearly in the pocket in front of her, how could she say she had no money?

You just don't want to give it to her, right?

Then don't blame her.

"I raised you to this age, and it's so hard for me to ask you for money." Meng's mother didn't say a single nice word.

Meng Wantang asked her: "How much did it cost you to raise me?"

Mother Meng said proudly: "That's a lot of money!"

"Then tell me how much money you have spent raising me over the years? There must be a number."

Meng Wantang stared at her mother without blinking, and her mother's eyes seemed to be fixed on the bag beside her.

Meng Wantang originally thought that if Meng's mother could repent, she might not use this method. However, Meng's mother not only did not show any sign of repentance, but there was only greed in her eyes.

"Do you think it's easy to raise a child? I raised you up. It cost me at least 70,000 or 80,000 yuan. I just asked you for 30,000 yuan, but you were so coy and refused to give it to me."

Mother Meng looked at Meng Wantang with disdain as she spoke: "You are like a little white-eyed wolf."

"Let's not talk about whether you spent so much money to raise me. Let's just say where did your family get so much money?"

Meng Wantang's question stumped Meng's mother.

Mother Meng frowned and said in disgust: "Why do you care where the money comes from? Anyway, I spent a lot of money to raise you. No matter where I go, I am right."

"Really?" Meng Wantang raised a sarcastic arc at the corner of his mouth. "When others paid you to stop me from recognizing my mother, they gave you a lot of money. Did you really spend all this money on me? If you spent it all on me, why am I so thin, but your son is so fat?"

Meng Wantang did not give her mother a chance to explain, and continued, "People in this era are all in good condition. Girls in other families are all plump and blessed, but I am the only one who is skinny."

"You were born this way, who can you blame?"

Although Meng's mother felt guilty, she was very stubborn and refused to admit it. She didn't know what Meng Wantang had heard, but as long as she refused to admit it, no one could do anything to her.

"Am I born like this? I want to eat meat, and I like eggs. But why do I never seem to know what eggs taste like?"

When Meng Wantang said this, she was stunned.

She obviously has no memory of the original novel, so how could she know these things? The original owner's childhood was not mentioned in the book.

But she seemed to know.