Quick Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder's Comeback in the Era Tales-Chapter 207: The Hapless Big Sister 22
Xiao Lan became notorious once again.
Her reputation was in tatters, infamous far and wide.
The leadership at the steel factory heard about this and summoned Zhong Damin for a harsh criticism session. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
That evening, Zhong Damin went home and brutally beat Xiao Lan.
This was the first time Xiao Lan had been beaten by her husband in their many years of marriage.
Xiao Lan was not someone who would obediently accept a beating; she went mad with rage, scratching and clawing, leaving Zhong Damin’s face covered in marks.
Xiao Lan cried out, "Who am I doing all this for? Isn’t it for your two sons?"
"Our family has no savings, and as they grow up, when they get married, can you, as their father, come up with the money for the bride price?"
"Our house is so small, where will they live after they marry? You don’t care about anything, you leave everything for me to worry about. I plan with all my heart, isn’t it all for your Zhong family, sobbing..."
Xiao Lan wailed in grief, feeling that she was wholeheartedly working for the Zhong family, yet being beaten by her husband; she was feeling utterly wronged.
But in truth, she was deeply resentful of her sister.
She helped her sister raise her child, and ended up making enemies; her sister actually took all of her money and possessions, her sister owed her, what was wrong with letting Yuan Chun make money?
Yuan Chun was repaying the debt on behalf of her mother.
It’s only right.
That day, a middle-aged man in a suit came to the Zhong family, personally accompanied by the factory director.
The visitor was Zhong Li Jing.
Xiao Lan saw Zhong Li Jing and panicked, "Zhong...Zhong Li Jing, why are you here?"
Zhong Li Jing sneered coldly, "If I didn’t come, I wouldn’t even know that you, Xiao Lan, are taking care of a martyr’s orphan this way?"
"I... I..."
Xiao Lan was flustered, not knowing how to explain, nor was there anything she could explain.
Zhong Li Jing gritted his teeth and said, "My second brother sacrificed himself for the country, leaving behind this one bloodline. How did you promise me back then? You said you would take good care of Wenwen, that you would not let her suffer any grievances, but what did you do? Wenwen is so young, how can you bear to make her do so much work, exhausting her to the point of falling ill?"
"Xiao Lan, back then my second brother left more than three thousand yuan in inheritance, you said you would look after Wenwen well, I then handed you this money for safekeeping. You also said you would treat Wenwen well, that when she grows up this money would be her dowry."
"My second brother has a courtyard house in Beijing, with a monthly rent of thirty yuan; I sent it to you without cutting a penny, as Wenwen’s living expenses. Xiao Lan, thirty yuan a month, isn’t it enough to support my niece, yet you’re making my niece get up early and stay up late picking up trash to earn a living?"
Zhong Li Jing glared menacingly at Xiao Lan, scaring her into retreating repeatedly to the door of Yuan Chun’s room.
Yuan Chun was packing her luggage, though there wasn’t really much to pack; the clothes left by her predecessor were all tattered and torn, not a single good piece. Even when the neighbor aunt later criticized Zhong Damin for being cruel to her, neither Zhong Damin nor Xiao Lan ever thought about buying her new clothes to wear.
The bedding was also tattered and torn, thin and hard, not warm at all. Yuan Chun didn’t want to take a bunch of junk to school.
So, she piled all her clothes on the bed.
Xiao Lan pushed the door open, and Zhong Li Jing saw her small room.
Zhong Li Jing instantly recognized her, "Wenwen, you’re Wenwen, right? You look so much like your dad, especially those eyes, they’re identical."
Zhong Li Jing didn’t bother settling accounts with Xiao Lan; he wanted to enter the small room, but it was too small to fit him. He stood eagerly by the doorway, looking at his little niece, "Wenwen, I’m your uncle, Zhong Li Jing."
