Chapter 7: Hidden Daggers Behind Smiles
Although Mo Xiaohong is not her biological daughter, having raised her since she was young, there is undoubtedly a bond, so at this moment, Ding Yuejun felt sad seeing her aggrieved expression.
"Mom, it’s my fault for not listening to you back then."
Back then, Ding Yuejun thought Jiang Huirong wasn’t good, but Old Mrs. Mo and Mo Guowei thought Jiang Huirong was good because he had given three hundred yuan as a bride price. They felt Jiang Huirong genuinely liked Mo Xiaohong; otherwise, he wouldn’t be so generous. Even Mo Xiaohong thought so at the time and even had some estrangement with her stepmother Ding Yuejun, thinking she didn’t want her to be happy.
But only now did she realize how wrong she was. Ding Yuejun must have sensed something bad about Jiang Huirong back then, which is why she advised her, but not only did she not listen, she also doubted her intentions.
Upon hearing Mo Xiaohong’s words, Ding Yuejun said directly, "Love is unpredictable, so you can’t be blamed. If anyone’s to blame, it’s Jiang Huirong for not being good. But you’re still young, even if you get divorced, you will surely live a good life in the future."
"Hmm..."
Mo Xiaohong nodded heavily, gaining a lot more confidence.
Seeing Mo Xiaohong like this, Mo Yiyi couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. Last time, the whole family disagreed with her sister’s divorce. At that time, she too held a mindset of urging reconciliation instead of separation, thinking her sister would be pointed at and gossiped about after the divorce, so she didn’t mention divorce to her sister. But in the end, her sister divorced anyway.
It’s better to end it sooner than later, now that issues have just been discovered, it’s better to let her sister divorce Jiang Huirong early, so there’d be no more entanglements with the Jiang family in the future.
Fortunately, her sister Mo Xiaohong finally had plans for a divorce.
The three of them kept talking until a loud shout came from outside.
"Mo Yiyi, come out here right now. Did you all sneak the braised pork and boiled eggs from the kitchen?"
Hearing Old Mrs. Mo’s full-throated voice, the corners of Mo Yiyi’s mouth curled into a cold smile, and she stood up, walking towards the outside.
Mo Xiaohong anxiously grabbed Mo Yiyi, walking in front of her and saying, "Yiyi, I’ll go talk to Grandma, you better stay in the room."
"Sister, you stay in the room with Mom, I’ll go out."
Mother and sister were too gentle; facing Old Mrs. Mo, they would surely suffer losses, so it was better for her to go and handle it, not to mention she knew how to make Old Mrs. Mo shut up.
Seeing Mo Yiyi walk straight out and even close the door behind her, Mo Xiaohong was very worried.
"Mom, let’s go out and take a look too."
Even if Mo Xiaohong hadn’t mentioned it, Ding Yuejun was going to see anyway; she couldn’t be at ease letting her daughter face Old Mrs. Mo and the others alone.
When Old Mrs. Mo saw Mo Yiyi finally come out, she immediately glared and said, "Mo Yiyi, you’ve gone too far, daring to sneak the braised pork and boiled eggs. Are those things for you to eat?"
Although there were three people at home earlier, Ding Yuejun has always been timid, definitely not daring to sneak the braised pork and boiled eggs. As for Mo Xiaohong, the eldest granddaughter, she’s also soft-natured and wouldn’t dare, leaving only the possibility of today’s changed little granddaughter Mo Yiyi, so it must have been her who sneaked it.
"Grandma, it seems like you didn’t have dinner at home, right? If you don’t eat, can’t we? Or do you want to see those things go bad?"
Hearing Mo Yiyi’s calm words, Old Mrs. Mo only felt angrier.
"How could they go bad? Even if we don’t eat them tonight, they can still be eaten tomorrow."
Hearing this, Mo Yiyi lowered her eyes filled with sarcasm.
Indeed, Old Mrs. Mo was still the same; she would rather let the food spoil than let them eat the good stuff.
"Grandma, so those dishes weren’t meant for us? I thought since you weren’t at home, they were just dinner for Mom, Sister, and me. After all, there were exactly three boiled eggs. If I’d known, we would have gone with you to Little Uncle’s house for dinner. Aunt would definitely welcome us, and in that case, the braised pork and boiled eggs would be left."
Ding Yuejun was somewhat puzzled by how Yiyi knew Old Mrs. Mo and the others went to Little Uncle’s house for dinner.
But thinking back, it was her daughter who had gone to the kitchen to get things, so she probably overheard something then.
However, Old Mrs. Mo’s face turned even uglier upon hearing Mo Yiyi’s words.
It was just a while ago that they were invited to dinner by Mr. Mo’s sister-in-law, Weng Taixiang. At the time, the sister-in-law had even smelled the braised pork and hinted at taking it to eat together. She had only made the excuse that the braised pork was reserved for the injured Mo Yiyi. Now it was really eaten by Mo Yiyi.
Seeing Old Mrs. Mo’s unsightly expression, Mo Yiyi continued, "Tomorrow, I’ll tell Aunt to make sure not to leave me behind next time."
"Alright, the braised pork is eaten now, what’s done is done. You hurry up and wash the dishes."
Old Mrs. Mo’s face turned dark with anger, and she had to swallow her grievances.
She and Weng Taixiang were always at odds, but Weng Taixiang always liked Mo Yiyi, this little girl. If Weng Taixiang knew that last night she was tricked and the braised pork wasn’t really left for Mo Yiyi, she’d likely spread it all over Luwei Village, and then she’d have nowhere to show her face.
Upon hearing Old Mrs. Mo’s words, Yiyi couldn’t help but curl her lips. She knew that as long as Aunt was brought up, Old Mrs. Mo would be speechless.
But...
She wasn’t going to wash the dishes.
Yiyi pointed to the wound on her forehead and said, "Grandma, I’m still injured, so how about having Meina wash the dishes."
Hearing Mo Yiyi’s words, Mo Meina was furious.
Why should she wash the dishes Mo Yiyi wouldn’t? "Yiyi, you seem lively now; your injury must not be serious. Why are you making it sound like you were badly hurt?"
"Meina, do you want me to hit your forehead and see if it’s serious?"
"You..."
Hearing Mo Yiyi’s words, Mo Meina’s face turned green with anger, the anger in her heart surging upward. When did Mo Yiyi become so difficult? She used to be easy to talk to, but now she’s so sharp-tongued.
"Alright, alright, since Yiyi is injured, let Meina wash the dishes."
Mo Meina’s mother, Qian Yafen, quickly intervened with a smile to smooth things over.
Mo Yiyi glanced at Qian Yafen, her gaze deep. This aunt of hers wasn’t simple; she always appeared amiable, smiling at everyone, but underneath she could stab you without changing her expression, truly one who hides a knife behind a smile.