Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

Meng Chuan raised an eyebrow; he truly hadn't expected this.

Meng Dabao, who usually acts like a tyrant and bullies the villagers.

It's astonishing that he could say such "responsible" things at this critical juncture.

Meng Chuan stared intently at Meng Dabao, his eyes sharp and unwavering, as if trying to see right through him.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Get up. Even if someone has to go to jail, it'll be your father. I'm old. If you go to jail, your lives will be ruined."

Meng Jianjun's voice changed from anxiety.

They pulled Meng Dabao and Meng Erbao, who were still kneeling, up.

Immediately afterwards, he bent his knees and was about to kneel down before Meng Chuan.

"Don't kneel down so easily, the Qing Dynasty is over!"

Meng Chuan's eyes flashed coldly, as if a sharp glint of light shot out, and he glared coldly at Meng Jianjun.

With just that one look, Meng Jianjun's bent knees froze in mid-air.

He didn't dare kneel down any further, but cold sweat instantly seeped from Meng Jianjun's forehead.

It's not that Meng Chuan is cold-blooded; there's always a reason why someone is pitiful.

There isn't a single good person in this family.

Meng Chuan was seriously injured and lying in the hospital, on the verge of death, and urgently needed money to save his life.

They all dared to shamelessly withhold my father's three thousand yuan of hard-earned money, forcing him to give up the ancestral land.

Based on this alone, even if they cry their eyes out and kneel until their knees are raw, Meng Chuan will never forgive them easily.

In those ten years of his dream, Meng Chuan's family suffered a tragedy of destruction and death, and they were just a group of indifferent onlookers.

Let alone offering help in times of need, not kicking someone when they're down is already the greatest kindness they can show.

Now that a tragic drama is unfolding here, do you really think Meng Chuan has the heart of a bodhisattva?

"Xiao Chuan, why don't we just forget about it? Otherwise, we'll make a fool of ourselves in front of outsiders."

After hesitating for a long time, Zhang Mei finally spoke softly.

Seeing the miserable and destitute state of Meng Jianjun's family, she finally felt compassion.

Those years of ridicule and insults from Wu Chunhua were like sharp thorns, deeply embedded in her heart. To say she wasn't angry would be self-deception.

But looking at their pathetic, subservient appearance, it's only natural to be soft-hearted, given the bond of blood.

"Mom, do you believe that if our family falls into hardship again one day, the first ones to jump out and kick us will be them?"

Meng Chuan turned his head, looking at his mother with a firm gaze, his words conveying an unquestionable certainty.

"Sigh! Xiaochuan, let's just forget about it!"

Meng Jianguo, who had been silent for a long time, also sighed and slowly spoke.

His voice sounded incredibly weary and worn.

"Dad, you..."

Meng Chuan was about to argue when Meng Jianguo raised his hand to stop him:

“When I was a child, I was drowning, and it was your second uncle who saved my life. Letting them go today is my way of returning my life to him.”

Upon hearing this, Meng Chuan bit his lower lip and remained silent.

A burning anger was raging within him.

According to his own temperament, he couldn't wait to expose the evil deeds of his second uncle's family to the world.

Let them become rats crossing the street, hated and beaten by everyone.

The fact that Meng Chuan didn't go up and add to the attack at that moment was already an act of restraint and leniency on Meng Chuan's part.

But after his parents spoke up, Meng Chuan, whose clenched fists were so tight that his nails were almost digging into his palms, finally slowly loosened them.

But Meng Chuan did not speak immediately.

For a moment, the entire hall was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop. No one dared to utter a sound.

The air seemed to solidify, pressing heavily on everyone's hearts.

At this moment, the most nervous people were the second uncle and his two sons.

They didn't dare to breathe, their eyes fixed on Meng Chuan with pleading eyes.

They looked as if they were awaiting the final judgment of death.

Every second that passed was excruciating for them.

Cold sweat broke out uncontrollably, soaking their backs.

However, just as Meng Chuan was pondering in his heart how to spare his second uncle's family from the death penalty but ensure they would not escape punishment, he was...

There was another noise outside the door.

Wang Ling, soaked to the bone and with her face flushed from the sun, finally finished weeding and returned from the fields carrying her hoe.

"Meng Erbao".

After glancing at Wang Ling, Meng Chuan suddenly spoke, his voice as cold as ice.

"Xiao Chuan, please speak!"

Meng Erbao was startled.

But he quickly realized what was happening and waited obsequiously for Meng Chuan's instructions.

"It's not impossible for me to let you go, but I don't like that woman at the door. I don't want her to keep bothering me. Ideally, I'd make sure she's too ashamed to show her face in my house again. What's your plan?"

Wang Ling is like a stubborn plaster; Meng Chuan really can't think of a better way to deal with her for the time being.

It would be satisfying to beat him up directly, but Meng Chuan didn't want to get his hands dirty.

Such people need to be dealt with by wicked people.

"That's easy, you can leave it to me."

Meng Erbao's eyes darted around, and he turned and ran outside.

Meng Erbao was a troublemaker in the village since he was a child, and he was full of tricks.

He really knows how to deal with people like Wang Ling.

At this moment, Wang Ling had just put down her hoe, taken off her straw hat, and was raising her hand to smooth her messy hair.

Looking up, he saw Meng Erbao rushing towards him like a wolf pouncing on its prey.

Wang Ling had just put on a smile and was about to greet Meng Erbao.

After all, the guests were guests, and she was thinking of showing enough "hostess" etiquette.

"You filthy bitch, how dare you show your face here!"

However, to Wang Ling's utter surprise, Meng Erbao immediately grabbed her arm fiercely and roared at the top of his lungs:

"Everyone come quick! This bitch is technician number 8 at the Mingjue Club. I paid for the whole night, and she stole three thousand yuan from me in the middle of the night and ran away!"

"I...I'm not..."

Wang Ling's head buzzed, and she was instantly stunned.

He tried to explain himself urgently, but his voice became sharp and shrill due to fear.

"Everyone in the village, young and old, come out and see! I've been looking for this bitch for a whole month, she's MG's number 8 technician!"

Meng Erbao shouted at the top of his lungs, his face turning red and his neck thick.

The sound echoed through the quiet village:

"I never thought that after she couldn't make it at MG, she would come here to scam people because she heard that my cousin was rich!"

Watching a spectacle is human nature.

For villagers who don't have much entertainment on a regular basis, any kind of lively atmosphere is a "spiritual feast" that they eagerly anticipate.

Moreover, this matter also involves the Meng Chuan family, who are currently the most popular family in the village.

That was a bombshell.

The villagers, hearing the news, quickly gathered around.

"No, I'm Meng Chuan's classmate, I'm Meng Chuan's girlfriend, you've mistaken me for someone else."

Wang Ling panicked, tears welling up in her eyes.

She waved her hands frantically, trying to dispel the misunderstanding.

She looked longingly at Meng Chuan, who was leaning against the door frame.

“I don’t remember having a classmate like you. My mom told me that someone who claimed to be my classmate came to our house, but when I came back today, I didn’t recognize you.”

Meng Chuan crossed his arms, expressionless, and coldly denied everything.

Wang Ling's heart sank.

"Are they really here to scam money?"

A gasp of surprise rippled through the crowd.

"These scammers are really brazen these days; they'll do anything for money!"

An older woman pursed her lips, her face full of disgust.

"MG has such young technicians? Erbao, how much did you pay for an overnight stay back then?"

A young man whistled, his eyes lighting up.

"Get lost! I'm here to get back the three thousand yuan she stole. You bitch, if you don't give me back my money today, I'll beat you to death."

Meng Erbao scolded the young man and then glared menacingly at Wang Ling.

The tall and burly Meng Erbao exuded a menacing aura at this moment.

It really scared Wang Ling.

She felt dizzy and her legs went weak; she almost collapsed to the ground.

After all, he had only graduated from high school. Although he was a little cunning, he had never seen anything like this before.

She can act without any moral boundaries in order to climb the social ladder and become a wealthy wife.

But now, facing the condemnation of everyone, she was like a plucked chicken, isolated and helpless.

Even if she had a mouth full of words, she wouldn't know how to defend herself.

I just wish I could disappear into a crack in the ground.

In the end, he could only cover his face, utter a single sentence, and flee in disarray:

"Meng Chuan, I hate you."