Past Life

The discomfort brought by the high fever made Meng Jiao sigh softly.

If that was all, it was nothing.

Because of Meng Yao, Meng Jiao did not establish a deep bond with the Meng family. In the short six years she had been in the Meng family, Meng Jiao was still grateful. At least she had enough to eat and stayed warm, unlike when she was living with the Zhao family where she was abused. As for love, it was too precious and Meng Jiao had never dreamed of it.

In her previous life, Meng Jiao died due to Meng Yao's scheme. It was not that Meng Jiao was not as smart as Meng Yao, but that Meng Jiao was too kind and too weak. Not only did Meng Jiao harm herself, but she also caused the death of her master!

Now that Meng Jiao had a chance to start over, she would never let these things happen again! Meng Jiao wanted to get back what Meng Yao owed her personally! She would get it back double!

Now, Meng Jiao needed to continue pretending to be sick and patiently wait for her parents to come and take her home in the afternoon. The first thing she had to do was to send Mr. and Mrs. Zhao to prison! 

Meng Jiao would never listen to Meng Yao's bewitchment as she did in her previous life. Not only did Meng Jiao not hold Mr. and Mrs. Zhao responsible for what they did, but she also let her father give Mr. and Mrs. Zhao a large sum of money. This time, Meng Jiao was not planning to let that happen!

Kindness was not for everyone and it should not be wasted on heartless people!

Meng Jiao fell asleep in a daze. In her trance, she felt someone moving her. She instinctively shrank, thinking that Zhang Xin or Zhao Dong had come to hit her again. When she opened her eyes, she saw her father Meng Tang's solemn face.

Meng Jiao's heart skipped a beat, 'He's here to take me home already?'

Seeing Meng Jiao open her eyes, Meng Tang softened his voice and said softly, "My dear, sweet child. Don't be afraid. Your mother and I are here to take you home."

"Mr. Meng, this girl is usually very lazy! Look, it's already so late, and she's still sleeping! She's really like a spoiled brat! A princess!" Zhang Xin said awkwardly and ingratiatingly.

When Meng Jiao heard that, she instinctively leaned toward Meng Tang and tightly grabbed the clothes in front of his chest.

Meng Tang had seen many things. Naturally, he understood the dilapidated environment and the frightened expression of the child in his arms.

He snorted coldly and did not even look at Zhang Xin. He carried Meng Jiao and walked down the crumbling stairs.

Meng Jiao closed her eyes. A cold hand landed on her forehead, followed by a cry of surprise, "Oh my, you're having a fever!"

The voice was from Meng Jiao's mother, Ning Jia.

"Father, is she really my sister? Why was her body so small? Shouldn't she be the same age as me? Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?" A sweet voice sounded.

That voice was from Meng Yao, the same person who had been trying to make things difficult for Meng Jiao since the first time they met. She was Meng Jiao's eternal enemy!

"Yes, Father! Look at her, she looks like a little mouse. How can she be the child of our family!" The voice belonged to Meng Jiao's "chuunibyou" brother, Meng Wei, a fool who had been fooled by Meng Yao.

Meng Jiao moved slightly, causing her collar to slide off her shoulder. Zhang Xin's newly caused wound was there.

"Ah! How did this happen?" Ning Jia exclaimed.

There was a bruise on the back of the thin child's shoulder. It was a shocking sight.

Meng Tang could not help but glare at Zhang Xin. He asked, "What's going on? Did you abuse her?"

Zhang Xin panicked. She said repeatedly, "No, no. How is that possible? W-We took good care of her since she was young. But, she just doesn't grow up no matter how much she eats. Wasted all my food!"

"What are you trying to say?" Meng Tang shouted coldly.

"Ah, no, no, no, that's not what I meant. Sh-she hurt herself. She hurt herself. It's true. If you don't believe me, ask her!" Zhang Xin said as she went forward to pull Meng Jiao's arm. She secretly exerted some strength in her hands.

Meng Jiao felt as if she had been electrocuted. She struggled out of Meng Tang's embrace and fell to the ground. She crouched down and curled up into a ball. She hugged her head with both hands and said sobbingly, "I was wrong. I'm sorry, Mother. It's my fault. I'm going to do Dong's homework now. I'm going to cook now. Don't hit me, don't hit me, please."

Ning Jia rushed over and hugged Meng Jiao, crying, "Oh my child! My baby! How dare they treat you like this! My poor child! My poor sweet child!"

Meng Tang's expression darkened, and he involuntarily clenched his fists.

Meng Wei was dumbfounded. He was very disgusted with coming to a dirty and backward village to fetch a village girl and bring her back to be his younger sister.

When Meng Wei saw that the child that his father carried was eight or nine years old, she was much weaker than his younger sister, Meng Yao, who was also twelve years old. He believed Meng Yao's earlier words that his parents had been deceived.

However, seeing how frightened the child was by the village woman, Meng Wi immediately understood the child's situation. This was the first time he, who had always lived a luxurious life, saw the sufferings in the world. He could not help but feel angry.

"Father! Call the police and arrest them! Child abuse is illegal!" Meng Wei shouted loudly.

"Wei, don't be rash." Meng Yao hurriedly stopped Meng Wei.

Zhang Xin was actually a little confused. She pondered, 'This wretched girl had always been a tough nut to crack. No matter how she was beaten, scolded, or tortured, she did not shed a single tear. What was wrong with her today? Why was she pretending to be pitiful? She could pretend like this anytime, but why today? I mustn't let the Meng family, my fortune bringer, know that I had been abusing her!'

Zhang Xin could not help but look at Meng Yao, who glared at her.