Chapter 99: Su Mei Mei's Background

At the beginning, Jing Shu listened to their conversation, which still sounded like casual chatting. For example, the elderly man introduced himself as Su Guosheng, from the Guo generation, and mentioned that Jing’s mother’s father was Su Guoqiang.

But after all, what feelings could there be towards an elderly man Jing’s mother had never met? Giving so many things was completely just to save face for the two deceased elders.

However, as they continued talking, the conversation veered towards Su Mei Mei’s side. Crucially, in the guise of a paternal elder, the elderly man began to reprimand Uncle and Jing’s mother. Jing Shu frowned, realizing that the appearance of her nominal second uncle was indeed connected to Su Mei Mei.

Despite being several layers apart in blood relation, why was Su Guosheng so concerned about Su Mei Mei’s affairs? In the darkness, Jing Shu carefully looked at Su Mei Mei and Su Guosheng. Both had broad faces, while Jing’s mother and Uncle had egg-shaped faces.

An incredulous thought rose in Jing Shu’s heart.

As Jing’s mother listened, her complexion grew darker and darker. After hearing the last sentence, the anger in her chest finally ignited: “Second Uncle, whether our sister is united is our matter. You just take care of yourself.

I don’t care about the ten-thousand yuan from the car incident. What I care about is that Su Mei Mei’s wild man, Sun Yinjun, would rather deceive me for money than lend me money. As for giving everyone black pigs, this was when they borrowed money from me at that time. I am now using black pigs to repay the debt. If Su Mei Mei had ever borrowed money from me, I would have certainly left her a pig.”

Su Mei Mei acted aggrieved: “My dear sister, I haven’t even driven that car. Now even a bowl of white rice isn’t worth anything. If I hadn’t managed to gather over ten thousand yuan for you at that time, you wouldn’t have been able to buy so many things. In fact, I gave you ten thousand more than others.

Now you’re giving me a pig, isn’t that fair? If it wasn’t for Zhang Zhongyong talking about this, I wouldn’t know that you were secretly dividing pigs with your sister behind her back. Now you’re just giving me a tiny fraction of a few pigs to deal with the only elderly person in the family, along with those damn pickles and braised eggs. Brother-in-law, you work at a farm. Getting eggs isn’t easy, but you only brought a few…”

“Uncle, after my parents left, only you remained at home. You must take charge. I’ve always been open-hearted and devoted to them.” Su Mei Mei’s tears began to fall.

Su Guosheng decisively unbuttoned his Zhongshan suit, no longer wanting to pretend. He said: “We are all sisters; there’s nothing we can’t overcome. Let’s compromise. Lanzhi, I heard your family still has pigs, why not give one to your sister? And as for me, I can leverage my connections with your superior to help you get promoted to deputy minister.”

Jing’s mother trembled with anger, unsure how to retort. Jing’s father also clenched his fists.

“Tsk tsk, Su Mei Mei, I think you’ve got something wrong. A person who has neither the debt of nurturing nor the debt of birth wants to dictate to us? Why?

Enough of your acting. You talk about being open-hearted with us? Let me ask, where are these pickled radishes you gave everyone? They’re probably leftover moldy mushrooms from the free distribution before, right?”

Jing Shu took out her phone flashlight and shone it on a lump of dark, murky food with spots of mold, “And on your balcony, you have so many garlic sprouts and mushrooms. Don’t they need a lot of water every day? And you have hundreds of bottles of water in your bedroom. Come and let everyone see.”

Jing Shu pushed open the house she had just scouted, her flashlight illuminating stacks of bottled water, “People come to your house and you don’t even have a cup of water. You didn’t even turn on the flashlight. The only thing you use to entertain guests is moldy mushrooms. Is this what you call being open-hearted? We can’t afford this.”

With a loud slap, Jing’s mother slapped Su Mei Mei hard, “Su Mei Mei, I used to be open-hearted towards you, but you’ve fed your conscience to the dogs. Can you face up to your brother and me?”

“Pfft!” Su Mei Mei lost a tooth, her nose started bleeding and flowing down, her cheeks swelling up high after a few seconds. She looked incredulously at Jing’s mother, paused for a few seconds, then went mad and charged, only to be pushed down to the ground by Jing’s father with a loud thud.

Having drunk half a year’s worth of Number 4 Divine Spring, Jing’s mother and father probably hadn’t realized how powerful they were.

Su Guosheng stood up excitedly, “What are you doing? What do you think you’re doing? You’re trying to overturn heaven!”

“Wuwu, Dad, did you see that I’ve been living like this in their house, always living under someone else’s roof? I don’t want to act anymore. When I was very young, I heard those two people secretly talking about why they left me. One more child, one more ration. They never treated me as their own. After they died, they didn’t leave me anything, making my marriage rejected by my maternal family. Wuwu…”

Su Mei Mei’s words made everyone present freeze, as if they couldn’t process it. Jing Shu squinted her eyes, her mind rapidly flipping through fragmented memories.

Su Mei Mei couldn’t get up from the ground and began to howl, as if trying to express all the grievances over the years:

“My affair with Sun Yinjun was exposed by you, Jing Shu. If I don’t contact you, I’ll be killed by them. Look, this is her family. You always make me pretend to be part of their family. What’s the point? Now they bully me whether I’m blood-related or not, what’s the use?

Those two old things must have told them about me long ago, must have spoken ill of me behind my back. Otherwise, how could they treat me like this?”

Jing’s mother was still stunned, seemingly unable to accept the amount of information. She trembled and pointed at Su Mei Mei: “So you knew all along, that’s why you treated me like that? So everything can be explained now.”

Uncle stepped out, heartbroken and despondent, saying:

“Su Mei Mei, people always say that the debt of upbringing is greater than the debt of birth. Our parents at least raised you for over twenty years. How can you call them old things?

Your situation has never been mentioned by our parents. When you were brought in, you were only a few months old. I was already five years old, knowing and understanding things. Lanzhi was only two and knew nothing. But you couldn’t hide it from me. I didn’t know where you were brought from. Lanzhi knows even less. We have always treated you as our sister, taking care of you. How can you say such ungrateful things?”

Jing Shu coughed, “If I’m not mistaken, back then Su Guosheng, as a sent-down youth, had a child with a rural woman, but was transferred back for his career, abandoning Su Mei Mei to be raised at grandpa’s house. Is that right? So, no matter what, Su Mei Mei, you’re a child abandoned by your biological father.”

That would explain everything, how the butterfly effect came into play. In her past life, Su Mei Mei lived a comfortable life without life-or-death issues. She probably resented her biological father for abandoning her to enjoy life alone, so she never kept in touch. But in this life, because she was about to be killed by her in-laws, she sought help.

In her past life, during the third year of the apocalypse, Uncle’s family was buried under the ground by a great earthquake, and no one ever knew the truth, leaving Jing’s mother guilty for a lifetime.

“If you’re not blood-related, then you can deal a killing blow,” Jing Shu felt pleased.

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Author's Note:

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