Chapter 5 No Cure from Medicine or Physicians (Additional Chapter 12 for Huang Jin Meng @ Top Fan of Ink)_3

When she was a bit older, she dreamt of dancing gracefully on the water with Goddess Luo, and right next to them clearly stood a waterborne building.

At that time, Meng Xin Zhi was still young.

Meng Lan hadn't yet become jealous of everything.

The family would often sit together and discuss her dreams.

Meng Xin Zhi described it over and over but still couldn't clarify what kind of modern architecture it actually was.

Meng Lan, along with Zong Ji, encouraged Meng Xin Zhi to try to draw the building.

Meng Lan even enrolled her in art classes.

It took Meng Xin Zhi a full five years to finally, truly draw the surreal modern architecture from her dreams.

The first thing she did was to show the drawing to her mother.

Meng Lan spared no praise in her compliments.

Up until that time, the family was still harmoniously happy.

It wasn't until Zong Ji said he wanted to help Meng Xin Zhi build this unreal-looking building that things started to change.

Initially, Lan Lan Zi thought Jijizi was just talking.

Who would have thought, Zong Ji not only started looking for a suitable location to build, but he also began researching various civil engineering technologies.

Meng Lan wanted to persuade him, but Zong Ji reacted uncharacteristically, "Lan Lan Zi, in this world, how many people's dreams can truly be realized? I want to help Axin fulfill her dream!"

"Please, Jijizi, is that really what dreams mean?"

No matter how much Meng Lan tried to dissuade him, Zong Ji wouldn't listen.

And because of this issue, Meng Lan gradually classified Meng Xin Zhi as having an "infectious neurosis."

Not only was she sick herself, but she also infected her previously very normal husband.

It was from this time that Meng Lan thought it necessary to keep a closer watch on her husband.

The conflict between mother and daughter probably started around then.

Meng Lan's greatest regret was sending Meng Xin Zhi to learn to paint.

If it weren't for her strong support,

Meng Xin Zhi wouldn't have been able to draw the five-story transparent building on the water.

Zong Ji wouldn't have become obsessed with building it as if possessed.

As soon as Meng Xin Zhi got into university, the whole family moved to this barren place.

Scenic beauty?

It's called scenic beauty during a vacation.

But for living there, it's called a desolate place.

"I sent her to learn painting so she wouldn't keep buzzing around in front of me," Meng Lan complained disdainfully.

Meng Xin Zhi was unhappy, "Am I a mosquito? Am I just buzzing around?"

"A mosquito is not as annoying as you!" Lan Lan Zi countered strongly, frowning, "A mosquito bites once and leaves, but you keep crying even when you're full."

"When have I ever cried just because I'm full?" Meng Xin Zhi said, "I'm not crazy."

"Oh dear, crazy is putting it lightly. Crying when full? You even had moments where you ate and pooped at the same time," Meng Lan liked to tease her with things that didn't even exist in Meng Xin Zhi's memory.

"I..." Even if Meng Xin Zhi had the best manners, she still couldn't help feeling furious.

"Don't deny it; aren't you telling me you didn't often do this when you were under one?" Meng Lan was even angrier than Meng Xin Zhi, "Do you know what it's like to feed milk and change diapers at the same time?"

"Thank you, my dear mother!"

Meng Xin Zhi was already very restrained, but Meng Lan was still unhappy and turned to complain to Zong Ji, "You see, you've spoiled her too much."

Zong Ji unprincipledly took Meng Lan's side, advising, "Axin, you should give in to your mom a bit."

That same sentence, over and over, from childhood to adulthood.

"I..." Meng Xin Zhi instantly had the conditioned reflex to shut up immediately.

"You argue, but you can never win against your mom," Zong Ji winked, alluding to a strategy, "Right or not?"

Meng Lan noticed this "little gesture."

"Stop talking in riddles over there," said Meng Lan displeased, questioning them, "What did I say that was wrong? Have you seen anyone else build houses this way? Because of some nonsensical dreams, you build a house on the water. Isn't that crazy?"

"Don't get angry, dear wife," Zong Ji quickly tried to defuse her anger.

Meng Lan glared at him, "Do you think you're too old to get rheumatism?"

"I'm not old yet, am I?" Zong Ji weakly retorted.

"Even if you're not old, you can't go around acting so recklessly," Meng Lan glared at Zong Ji again, saying indignantly, "The dreams Meng Xin Zhi concocts are only believed by you. A major neurotic, leading a minor one."

Meng Xin Zhi wrapped her arm around her dad's, defending both their positions without giving ground, "Which eye of yours saw me making things up?"

Suddenly, Meng Xin Zhi felt emboldened; her logic was simple—[you can insult me, but not my dad].

She could accept Meng Lan calling her crazy, but she couldn't bear including her dad as well.

Meng Lan ignored Meng Xin Zhi and brushed off the hand that was gripping Zong Ji's arm, assertively defending her territory, "Let go of my husband's hand."

Really, that brusque swat hurt a bit.

Her delicate arm was left with several light red marks.

Meng Xin Zhi hissed in pain, stroking her own hand and complained with a look of grievance, "What's wrong with you, Lady Meng Lan, people who don't know might think you're catching a mistress."

"If you were the mistress, you would have been crippled by me long ago," Meng Lan showed no sign of backing down, "You're even more lingering than a mistress, you know?"

Truth be told, having such a supportive father can sometimes be a bother.

Whether it's the mother or the sister, they all want to be the most important person in the father's heart.

Isn't Meng Xin Zhi the same?

Unfortunately, there's only one father.

He is the family's common property.

No one can monopolize him.