Meng Yan's Transformation

As Zhan Yingying spoke, she glanced at Zhan Zixun and then looked at Zhan Mengyan.

"Understood! Yingying, the big maid, I, the little maid, will get started right away!"

As Zhan Mengyan spoke, she put on her headscarf, picked up a feather duster, quickly climbed onto a stool, and began to clean the roof of the house.

Zhan Mengyan's movements were so quick and agile, like flowing water, done in one go.

"Zhan Yingying, Zhan Mengyan, you two can do it if you can. If you can't, wait for me to rest and do it yourself. Don't talk nonsense, such as the big maid and the little maid, cough cough..."

Yunqing was obviously a little tired when she spoke. As the feather duster in Zhan Mengyan's hand danced, the dust in the sunlight became more and more, flying more and more vigorously. The dust choked Yunqing and made him cough.

"Zhan Mengyan, you're making trouble, aren't you? How do you work like that? Look at you, you've made dust everywhere. You've made Mom cough, and you've even covered my books with dust. You...you're not willing to do this and are deliberately seeking revenge!"

As Zhan Zixun spoke, he covered his nose with one hand and brushed the dust off the book with the other.

"Zhan Mengyan, if you don't want to work, then don't do it. Don't act like you have a deep grudge against someone. Who are you dissatisfied with by sweeping the roof like this? Do you want to choke your mother to death?"

Yunqing looked impatient as she spoke.

"Sister Mengyan, don't be too anxious. Wait for me to cover the things on the kang and the cabinets with plastic sheets and move Mom and Zhan Zixun to another room. Then you can clean the roof. Otherwise, it will be covered with dust and affect Mom's rest and your brother Zixun's studies!"

While Zhan Yingying was speaking, she waved to Zhan Mengyan, signaling her to stop cleaning.

"Zhan Yingying, stop pretending to be such a nice person! If you hadn't instigated and signaled Zhan Mengyan, would she have been able to clean up like this? Why didn't you tell her to cover it up first? Look at the smoky mess she made in this room, and she made my books look like they were picked up from a pile of ashes!"

As Zhan Zixun spoke, he glared at the two sisters.

"Zhan Zixun, if you don't want to work, please stop talking. Help me to go to the west room for a while. We will come back after they finish cleaning the roof of this room."

While Yunqing was speaking, she extended her hand to Zhan Zixun. Zhan Zixun wanted to say something, but reluctantly helped Yunqing to the west room.

"Sister Yingying, I didn't mean to make trouble. I was afraid that Mom and Brother Zixun would be angry, so I wanted to finish the cleaning work quickly. I didn't expect that I would make dust everywhere. It's like I deliberately made trouble, not letting Mom rest and not letting Brother Zixun read. I... I..."

When Zhan Mengyan spoke, she felt like the culprit and didn't know how to explain it.

The dazzling sunlight shone on Zhan Mengyan, but she felt cold all over. The feather duster in her hand became evidence of her guilt, and the falling dust seemed to mock her innocent testimony. There was a piece of hot coal stuck in her throat, burning the five words "I don't want to make trouble" into sour ashes. She felt it was very difficult to defend herself.

Zhan Mengyan stood blankly on the stool, her fingers pinching her palms to form crescent-shaped bruises. Her chest felt tight and breathless, and her nose was aching, but she didn't dare blink, fearing that her tears would become evidence of her guilt.

"Sister Mengyan, don't worry about it. Mom and Zhan Zixun said that their misunderstanding is nothing. As long as we have a clear conscience, it's fine. I know how you feel now - sometimes, the heaviest burden is not the burden on the body, but the unknown grievance in the heart."