Chapter 3: This is a Family

When Meng Yitong saw the string of debts, she was completely stunned.Who could have imagined that when she was an orphan, she had never owed any money, yet now, as a rich second-generation, she owed over 600,000 yuan?She calculated that, with the original body’s monthly allowance of 50,000 yuan, even if she didn’t eat or drink, it would still take more than a year to pay off the 600,000 yuan debt.

And during that time, who knew if any unexpected events might arise!As Meng Yitong was carefully calculating how to pay off the debt quickly, an angry voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts.

“Don’t try to stop me. I’ve figured it out. They don’t see us as people at all!”

“This time Yiyi was seriously hurt, and the Meng family didn’t even send anyone to visit her in the hospital.”

“Given this situation, they still expect Yiyi to marry in her place? In their dreams!”

Following the angry female voice, a middle-aged male voice softly begged, “Please lower your voice.”Why should I lower my voice? They take all the benefits, but when it’s time to pay, they remember us!”

Su Mei muttered as she stormed into the room, her face full of frustration.

Behind her followed a man who looked somewhat similar to the original owner, a handsome middle-aged man.

When the man saw that Meng Yitong was awake, he immediately stopped arguing with Su Mei and quickly walked to her side, gently stroking her head with concern, asking, “How are you? Does it still hurt?”

In that moment, whether it was the original owner’s lingering consciousness or the emotional trigger from the debt, Meng Yitong suddenly felt a lump in her throat. Her eyes turned red as she said, “It hurts.”

As soon as she spoke, tears as large as beans fell from her eyes, causing both Meng Jianjun and Su Mei to feel heartbroken.

“Don’t cry, Yi Yi. It’s alright! If you don’t want to marry, then don’t. I’ll go and beg Grandpa for you, don’t be scared,” Meng Jianjun said, choking up as he spoke.

To him, Meng Yitong was his life.

Meng Jianjun was born to an intellectual who had been sent to the countryside during the Cultural Revolution. His mother was a village woman from the local area. Before Meng Jianjun was born, Meng Yitong’s grandfather had received the opportunity to return to the city. After confirming they could return, he swiftly divorced his wife and immediately remarried his childhood sweetheart in the city. Soon after, they had their second son, Meng Mingyu.

As for Meng Jianjun’s biological mother, she had been working in the fields while pregnant, and one day, she fell and injured herself. She had never recovered and, coupled with the social stigma of being a divorced woman in the countryside at that time, she lived in sadness and eventually passed away when Meng Jianjun was just six years old.

After her death, Meng Jianjun lived in his uncle’s house for two years. However, due to financial difficulties, his uncle and aunt sent him back to his grandfather’s house.

Since his mother passed away, Meng Jianjun had always felt like an outsider, whether living in his uncle’s house or in the Meng family. It wasn’t until he started his own family that he gradually found a sense of belonging.

The arrival of Meng Yitong gave him his first true family, and she became the reason he found purpose in life.

Even after the birth of his younger son, nothing compared to the importance of his eldest daughter in his heart.

So, seeing Meng Yitong suffering so much now, it felt as though his heart was being torn apart.

He couldn’t help but repeatedly curse his own powerlessness, blaming himself for being useless, for letting his daughter suffer such great injustice.

While the three of them wept, a new figure entered the room.

“Is… is everything alright?” The newcomer, panting heavily, asked.

Meng Yitong looked up and saw a tall, handsome young man, about 190 cm in height, sweating profusely, leaning on the door frame.

“You little brat, where have you been? Do you know? Today your sister almost got killed by that little bastard from the second branch!” Su Mei immediately rushed to the door, ready to hit her son, Meng Yuanliang.

Meng Yuanliang, the original owner’s younger brother, quickly dodged his mother’s attack and rushed to the bedside, looking at the swelling on Meng Yitong’s forehead. “You scared me to death! I heard your cries in the hallway and thought something big had happened. It’s just a bump. It’ll be fine in a few days.”

Having grown up as an athlete, Meng Yuanliang was used to seeing bumps and bruises, and in his eyes, Meng Yitong’s injury was nothing serious.

“Why do you talk like that?! Your sister is a girl! Do you think everyone is like you?!” Before Su Mei could speak, Meng Jianjun had already started scolding him.

Su Mei, also upset, was about to scold her son.

Meng Yitong looked at the “loving family” of three in front of her. Her eyes lowered slightly as she silently thought to herself: This really is a big deal. Your real sister is gone. If I hadn’t come, your cousin would have owed your family a life.

“Why aren’t you saying anything? Don’t tell me you really hit your head too hard and became dumb?”

Seeing that Meng Yitong wasn’t saying anything, Meng Yuanliang stretched out his hand to touch her forehead.

“Hey, hey, don’t be so rough, stop touching your sister like that.”

When Su Mei saw Meng Yuanliang reaching out, she quickly stepped forward to pull him away and gave him a couple of punches.

Luckily, Meng Yuanliang was tough and didn’t mind. After being punched, he nonchalantly pulled up a chair and sat down.

Meng Yitong looked at the three people who were so concerned about her. This was the first time she truly felt the warmth of a family.

Silently, Meng Yitong made a decision in her heart: If this is really a time-travel situation, and I can’t go back, then I will live well for the original owner, take care of her parents, and love her brother. I’ll treat them as my own closest family.

“Are you okay? You’re not really dumb, are you?”

Seeing that Meng Yitong still wasn’t speaking, Meng Yuanliang put away his playful grin and asked with a worried expression.

“Spit, spit, spit! A dog’s mouth can’t spit out ivory! Your sister is very smart! She’s not speaking because she has a concussion from being hit today. It was all because of that little beast from the second family. When you see him, help me beat him into a concussion…”

“Enough, enough, stop causing trouble. We’ll go home to pack some things and come back later. Yuanliang, you stay here and keep your sister company. If there’s any problem, call me or your mom.”

When Meng Jianjun heard Su Mei’s chaotic instructions, he quickly interrupted to prevent things from getting worse.

“Yi Yi, you should rest as well.”

Su Mei, thinking about what the doctor had just said, was anxious to go home and pack more things to bring over.

After Meng’s parents left, Meng Yuanliang immediately pulled out his phone and started playing games. At first, Meng Yitong wasn’t used to it, but after a while, she was also drawn into the game.

While the siblings were enjoying themselves, a storm was brewing in the Meng family.