He saw her fear of being exposed and felt satisfied: “Brother Meng has a house outside for Yuan Ning. Sister Ah Yao, you can’t control who your brother marries, right?”
Meng Yao would not admit her feelings. She forced herself to say, “Why can’t I manage my brother’s affairs? Will you help or not?”
“How would I explain to Brother Meng if I killed her?” Sun Jiacong said, observing her expression. “But I can help find Zheng Yu.”
“What for?” Meng Yao asked, puzzled.
“With Brother Meng protecting her, you can’t kill Yuan Ning. Even if you killed Brother Meng, he wouldn’t forgive you. Having Zheng Yu marry Yuan Ning will cut off Brother Meng’s thoughts,” Sun Jiacong proposed, hoping to confirm his guess.
Meng Yao felt it was too easy. But the most important thing was to remove Yuan Ning from her brother’s life. She nodded reluctantly: “Fine, go find Zheng Yu and get that bitch away.”
Sun Jiacong’s heart grew cold. How had he been blind to her nature? He gave a cold laugh, realizing he had leverage over the Meng siblings and could settle this score by adding fuel to the fire.
“Sister Ah Yao, I’ll go find Zheng Yu. You should also think of a way,” Sun Jiacong said. “Keep Brother Meng; don’t let him go to Yuan Ning. Otherwise, even if Zheng Yu comes, he won’t be able to take her from Brother Meng’s hands.”
Keep him? Meng Yao fell into a trance.
Later, one of Sun Jiacong’s trusted subordinates quietly left the capital, riding hard to Zheng Yu’s home.
Meng Yao waited outside the Xiaoyun Guard. As soon as Meng Chi came out, she approached him: “Brother, let’s go home. I’ve been waiting for you.”
“No, I’m going to Yuan Ning’s,” Meng Chi said, trying to distance himself.
“Brother, I made you orange pancakes,” she said, showing a large, swollen burn scar on her hand. “I accidentally burned myself.”
Orange pancakes… When they were young, they were often hungry, and getting something delicious made them incredibly happy. Once, a neighbor gave them an orange segment, and they kept pushing it back and forth. Later, Meng Yao stole flour from the kitchen, made pancakes with the orange. The taste lingered in Meng Chi’s memory.
