allonlinenovel Chapter 2: Suspicion Arises Over the Death of the Scumbag Father
Chapter 2: Suspicion Arises Over the Death of the Scumbag Father
The smash and pull exhausted all of Meng Fuqing's strength, and his hands and body were inevitably stained with fresh blood.
She wiped her hands on her clothes—they were covered in blood anyway.
While keeping an eye on the commotion outside the courtyard, Meng Fuqing grabbed his collar, placed a stone under his wound, and then let go, causing the wound to hit the stone again.
Meng Shaoyuan's eyes widened, and he slowly raised his hand to grab the person. Meng Fuqing stood up and curled the corners of his mouth at Meng Shaoyuan.
Such an expression was no different from a demon appearing in Meng Shaoyuan's eyes. He glared at his daughter with resentment, and the next moment, boundless fear overwhelmed him.
A green vine sprouted from Meng Fuqing's fingertip and, like a living thing, burrowed into Meng Shaoyuan's mouth, traveling down his esophagus to his stomach. The vine wreaked havoc in his stomach cavity, and Meng Shaoyuan's face twisted into a ferocious expression.
When Meng Fuqing pulled back the vine, his expression was one of utter disgust.
Time was of the essence, and she got up to go back into the house when she heard a hurried running sound coming from outside the courtyard.
A sense of urgency instantly swept over him, and Meng Fuqing quickly walked towards the door. The sound of running outside stopped, and a sound came from the closing wooden door.
She turned around immediately and screamed in terror in the direction where Meng Shaoyuan had died.
The sudden scream startled Meng Ranran, who was outside the door. She instinctively thought her sister had been beaten again, and her eyes filled with tears.
The moment she pushed open the door, Meng Ranran saw her older sister sitting on the ground, backing away in fright. Following her sister's gaze, she saw her father lying on the ground.
Beneath him, a dark stain could be vaguely seen gradually expanding. He vomited while raising his finger in one direction, then twitched twice and fell silent.
She was just an eight-year-old girl, and after being frightened repeatedly, her upper and lower teeth began to chatter.
Trembling, Meng Ranran approached her sister and called out in a trembling voice, "Sister..."
Before Meng Ranran could finish speaking, Meng Fuqing rolled her eyes and pretended to faint.
Even Meng Ranran couldn't control herself anymore and sat on the ground crying loudly.
Meng Fuqing had intended to pretend to be asleep and secretly listen to the reactions of others, but in the end, she didn't know whether she had fainted or fallen asleep.
Perhaps because someone fed her water in her sleep, Meng Fuqing felt much better when she woke up again.
She was woken up by hunger.
The courtyard was brightly lit and filled with the noise of people.
Meng Fuqing quickly realized that Meng Shaoyuan's death had alarmed everyone in the village.
Her clothes had been changed, and the wound on her head had been treated.
Suppressing the anxiety brought on by hunger, she held her breath and listened intently to the sounds outside.
You can vaguely hear Shan Qiyu talking to a woman in the main room.
"Stop crying. Look at the kind of life you've been living before! I heard him hitting me again during dinner. In my opinion, the wicked will get their just desserts..."
The villagers had seen this kind of mess many times and were no longer surprised.
Even an upright official finds it difficult to settle family disputes. The Meng family patriarch and elders tried to persuade the family to no avail, so they could only ask the neighbors to help look after the family.
Some time ago, the clan chief Meng Bochang directly declared that if they took any further action, their entire family would be expelled from the Meng clan, and Meng Shaoyuan only behaved himself for a while after that.
Unexpectedly, Meng Shaoyuan, after drinking, reverted to his old ways and even lost his life.
Shan Qiyu: "To tell you the truth, sister-in-law, this time he wanted to sell Qingqing to that sixty-year-old Lin, a wealthy man in town, to get money for wine. Qingqing refused, so he beat her up..."
"Such a thing is true?" the woman raised her voice.
The wealthy Lin in town was notorious for his lust. He had a large number of wives and concubines, and just by looking at his face, you could tell he was weak. The old man was ugly but also promiscuous. Once under the covers, he loved to do things that tormented people.
Even in this famine year, there aren't many people selling their children. Even families with a little conscience will inquire about the character of the person who sold their child.
It's fortunate that the two elders of the Meng family passed away early; otherwise, they would probably have been furious to death to see their eldest son, whom they had raised for so many years, turn into such a scoundrel.
A commotion arose in the main room, but after it subsided, Shan Qiyu continued, "I could tolerate him hitting me and scolding me, but Qingqing was someone I carried for ten months and risked my life to give birth to... I truly hate him to the core..."
A man who had been silently staring at Shan Qiyu for a long time suddenly interjected: "Did you poison Brother Shao Yuan...?"
Meng Fuqing felt the voice was familiar, and after a moment's thought, he remembered that the person was also a villager from Mengjia Village, named Sun Dacheng.
Before he got married, he was a notorious hoodlum in the village. Later, for some reason, he got together with Meng Shaoyuan and often came to Meng's house to freeload.
An elderly woman in the crowd was talking quietly to the person next to her. Upon hearing this, she couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
Shan Qiyu became agitated. "I am a weak woman. No matter how much I hate him, he is still my husband. How could I do something like murdering my own husband?"
Her tone was full of grievance, indignation, and confusion.
Due to years of violence, Saitama is thin and frail, with faint bruises visible on his exposed skin, which evokes pity in those who see him.
The man who had spoken earlier avoided eye contact and awkwardly fell silent.
“That’s not necessarily true,” an old voice slowly rang out.
The old woman's cloudy old eyes fell on Shan Qiyu. "Shao Yuan's wife, you know that this old woman usually doesn't like to meddle in other people's business, but when it comes to the life and death of my deceased brother, sister-in-law and eldest son, this old woman still has to take the liberty of asking for clarification."
Today, Qing'er was beaten and injured her head. Then, after you left, Shao Yuan also bumped his head – it's too much of a coincidence. You say you hate Shao Yuan, but have you ever harbored any ill will towards him?
Meng Fuqing slowly frowned. These words were hardly euphemistic; they were no different from directly saying that Meng Shaoyuan's death was related to Shan Qiyu.
This old woman must be the original owner's second grandmother, surnamed Lin.
When she was young, Meng Linshi was someone who couldn't tolerate any dissent. Back then, the original owner's grandparents were too biased towards the eldest son's family, and Meng Linshi couldn't stand it, so she said a few words for the second son, Meng Cheng'an.
The original owner's grandparents felt embarrassed, and the two sisters-in-law had a few arguments. From then on, Meng Linshi would occasionally help Meng Cheng'an.
The elderly couple had few children, but had a son and a daughter. Their son was seriously ill when he was seven or eight years old and was left mentally disabled. Now, the Meng Chengan family treats the elderly couple as their own parents and is very filial to them, which has earned them praise from everyone.
As Meng Fuqing pondered, her thoughts drifted a bit. The family she had transmigrated into seemed like the villainous cannon fodder family in a farming novel.
It's just that Meng Shaoyuan's wife and children were purely implicated by Meng Shaoyuan, this good-for-nothing, and were forced to be vicious.
When she spoke again, Shan Qiyu's voice was more determined: "Second Aunt, no one in this world is made of clay. I consider myself a capable person. I take good care of both the family and the outside world. If I do something wrong and he hits me, I will accept it."
But he's different. Even if I'm not wrong, he can still find fault with me. As long as I'm in this house, I'm in his way. It's no use hiding away. When I'm not here, he beats my children and forces me to come back—he knows best what I can't let go of..."
By the end, Shan Qiyu's voice was trembling slightly.
Her voice rose, each word an accusation: "This kind of person... how can we be husband and wife? We're worse than enemies! He's always doing evil, and I'm not a saint, how can I not have evil thoughts?!"
An elderly man in the crowd coughed and said in a low voice, "They're all gone, what's the point of saying all this?"