Hearing what Mother Meng said, Meng Nianchu replied coldly, "It's better to find someone to watch her, lest she secretly run back to the country."
Mother Meng gently patted Meng Nianchu's palm. "You've really been wronged. Mom didn't know she would do such a shameless thing. It's Mom's fault for not teaching her well."
"Humph!" Father Meng, upon hearing this, instantly threw the chopsticks he had just picked up on the table. "I might as well not have this daughter! All she does is cause trouble. I get so annoyed just thinking about her."
"Alright."
"The company's situation has stabilized now, which is something to be happy about. Don't always think about the unpleasant things. Eat more. You've been so exhausted these days."
Mother Meng was afraid that if they kept talking about Meng Rong, the pleasant atmosphere would be ruined. So she quickly changed the topic and picked up some vegetables for Father Meng.
Suddenly, she remembered that there was still a pot of spare - rib soup simmering in the kitchen. Mother Meng hurriedly rushed to the kitchen.
After a while, she came out of the kitchen carrying a large pot of spare - rib soup and placed it on the dining table.
Before the lid was even opened, the rich aroma of the soup had already wafted out.
However, Meng Nianchu frowned and gently touched her stomach with her small hand.
"I've been simmering this for two or three hours. You should all drink more. It must taste delicious." Mother Meng lifted the lid and first served a bowl for Meng Nianchu.
As soon as the porcelain bowl was placed in front of Meng Nianchu, she suddenly stood up.
"What's wrong?"
Meng Nianchu looked uncomfortable. "I don't know. As soon as I smell this, I..."
Before she could finish her sentence, her stomach churned violently. Meng Nianchu quickly covered her mouth and rushed to the bathroom.
Those downstairs heard the sound of Meng Nianchu vomiting from the bathroom.
"What's wrong with this child? She used to love this spare - rib soup the most. I made it especially for her. Why can't she stand the smell all of a sudden?"
As Mother Meng was speaking, Meng Nianchu walked out of the bathroom.
Mu Junze quickly stepped forward to support her and helped her sit back on the chair. "What's wrong?"
"I feel a bit nauseous." Meng Nianchu quickly moved the spare - rib soup away as if she had seen something dirty. Only then did she feel a bit better.
Mother Meng asked worriedly, "Do you have any other discomforts?"
"No."
"Then eat some vegetables. Eat more."
Since she couldn't eat, there was no point in forcing her. Father Meng picked up a few mouthfuls of green vegetables and put them in Meng Nianchu's bowl.
After that episode, Meng Nianchu, who felt uncomfortable in her stomach, had no appetite. She only took a couple of mouthfuls of food and then quickly went back to her room, leaving Mu Junze and the others in the living room worried and suspicious.
It seemed that today's incident was just the beginning. In the following days, Meng Nianchu's condition not only didn't improve but also got worse. She would feel extremely uncomfortable at the sight of any food with the slightest bit of minced meat on the table.
Early one morning, Mother Meng was in the kitchen tidying up the bowls and chopsticks. Meng Nianchu was leaning against the door frame, looking haggard.
Seeing her reactions, Mother Meng joked, "When I was pregnant with you, I was exactly like you. I couldn't stand anything greasy and felt so listless."
Mother Meng didn't take what she said seriously, but Meng Nianchu took it to heart.
Pregnant?!
Suddenly, something came to her mind. Meng Nianchu nervously flipped open her phone, and a piece of gossip about Bai Ling having a late - night snack alone with the movie star Ju Zisheng came into view. Meng Nianchu quickly looked at the time.
Sure enough, it was that time.
The expression on her face instantly darkened. The strength in her hand holding the phone gradually increased. Meng Nianchu turned around and walked upstairs. With each step, she recalled what had happened at this time in the past.
Before her rebirth, at this very moment, she was in the hospital, nervously allowing the doctor to unwind the bandages on her face and looking at her disfigured self in the mirror!
She slowly sat down on the edge of the bed and gently touched her stomach. The look in Meng Nianchu's eyes gradually softened.
This time, Mom will definitely protect you!
To make sure that her guess was correct, Meng Nianchu secretly went to the hospital for a check - up alone the next afternoon. It wasn't until she heard the doctor say, "Congratulations, you're pregnant." that her uncertain heart finally settled down.
After all, things had changed before, and this time it was even more important. She couldn't be anything but cautious.
After coming out of the doctor's office, a smile always played on Meng Nianchu's lips. She gently rubbed her belly with affection.
Seeing that there was no one around, she happily murmured, "Mom will definitely give birth to you safely. I won't make the same mistakes as before. You have to be a good baby, okay?"
Suddenly having her own little life, Meng Nianchu was overjoyed. Just as she was about to call Mu Junze to share this good news, when she looked up, unfortunately, she saw the last person she wanted to see.
Coincidentally, that person was just coming out of the ward and their eyes met.
When enemies meet, their hatred grows. Meng Nianchu's face instantly darkened.
However, Meng Rong walked slowly towards Meng Nianchu, arm in arm with the man beside her. "Oh, isn't this my good younger sister, Meng Nianchu? Which kind - hearted god sent you to the hospital? Are you sick? Is it a terminal illness?"
Saying this, she glanced around and sneered, "Why didn't Junze come with you? Did he discover your true face and doesn't want to care about you anymore? That's natural. There's still a long way to go in the future."
"Even if Junze doesn't like me anymore, he will never take a fancy to you." Meng Nianchu stared into her eyes and said firmly.
This retort almost made Meng Rong lose her temper.
Meng Nianchu looked at the tall and thin man beside Meng Rong, who was just passable in appearance.
She had an impression of this man. He usually spent money like water. He was Liu Huan, the eldest son of the Liu family. Meng Rong had tricked him into spending a lot of money in front of her before.
A sneer curled up on her lips. Meng Nianchu's gaze fell back on Meng Rong again. She calmly said, "I didn't expect you to be so fast. Just a couple of days ago, you were still shouting everywhere that Junze was the only one in your heart. In the blink of an eye, you've changed one man after another. You really change men as easily as you change clothes."
Seeing Meng Rong's face turn red with anger, Meng Nianchu's smile grew wider. "No wonder Dad doesn't want you as his daughter and wants to send you abroad so that he'll never see you again."
This calm - toned sentence touched the most sensitive part of Meng Rong's anger. She let go of Liu Huan and strode up to Meng Nianchu, stabbing her finger hard at Meng Nianchu's chest.
"It's all because of you. Don't be so smug!"
Meng Nianchu glanced down at the finger constantly touching her and let out a cold snort. Suddenly, she grabbed it and gave it a hard twist, making Meng Rong cry out in pain.