Itâs a pity that he always believed a real man shouldnât stoop to womenâs pettiness, and he truly didnât know how to deal with this old hag. If he got rough, she might fall ill and really take them down with her, unable to shake free.
Reasoning with her, sheâs not someone who accepts reason.
So he just let her run rampant here, truly at a loss for what to do.
"Iâve already said."
"Youâve said it, then Meng Xinian, you still act this way? In our place, when meeting elders in the family for the first time, you must properly bring a mat, kneel down and kowtow to us, understand?"
Nian Tang said expressionlessly: "Mum, this kid grew up without a mother, let it be."
Upon hearing this, the old lady Nian instantly let it go with Meng Xinian, sighed and nodded, "Youâre right. A child without a mother grows up lacking something indeed."
She beckoned Meng Xinian over and said, "Come here, Iâm your mumâs Mumu, this is your mumâs cousin. You should call me Great Aunt, and him Uncle."
Great Aunt...
Meng Xinianâs mouth twitched, he walked over, sat down on the sofa opposite them, intertwined his fingers, and coldly looked at them.
"Donât make relations with me, my grandmother has been deceased for many years, and thereâs no uncle in the family. Arenât you all just surnamed Nian?"
"Meng Xinian, Iâve always heard youâre stubborn. Now it truly seems so." Nian Tang eyed him once and said, "However, do you think we want to forge relations with you? Unfortunately, blood ties here wonât change, your mother and I still have the same grandfather."
"Whatâs the point of mentioning my mom now? If my mom appeared right now, would you dare to say to her youâre her cousin?"
Upon hearing this, Nian Tangâs face slightly changed.
Meng Xinian truly wasnât afraid to bring up his mother.
Wasnât it said that mentioning his mother was a wound to him?
He planned to continuously mention Nian Cheng, so when Meng Xinian got angry enough to lose his senses, that would be the time to trap and trick him.
Who knew Meng Xinian himself mentioned his mother with an unchanged expression.
Could it be that the information he gathered was wrong?
Clearly, Nian Mutong said so before, was that dead girl lying to him?
Thinking of this, Nian Tang added: "Do you think we wronged your mother? Yes, itâs true, when she was sick, we didnât visit her, but donât you know how chaotic the times were then? Even if there wasnât a war, it wasnât peaceful. Those years were truly turbulent. We didnât even dare leave the town, how would we dare come to the Capital City?"
The old lady Nian also softened her expression and followed up: "Thatâs right, it truly wasnât our fault back then. Your mother didnât blame us either, otherwise, how would she send those things to us?"
Meng Xinianâs face darkened.
"Iâm suspicious whether the things were sent to you."
He said in a deep voice, "Back then, my mother had a good sister in that town, who grew up with her. Later, I heard she was reported, framed, and persecuted to death, her house raided, most things were looted. My motherâs belongings were very likely sent to her."
After saying this, he stared at the old lady Nian with lightning eyes.
Sure enough, he caught a hint of shock and panic flash through the old lady Nianâs eyes.
Although it was brief, he caught it.