Chapter 202: Tremble, Scumbag 11
Author: 打字机
Could it be that the child that Meng Jiaoniang miscarried in the previous life did not belong to his scumbag father? Could it be that the younger brother who passed the scholar exam in the previous life, becoming the most incredible pride of his scumbag father, was also not his either?
Although this was just a conjecture, at this moment, Jiang Dahu’s heart was somewhat confident of his speculation.
In the previous life, the child Meng Jiao-niang was carrying miscarried because his mother accidentally pushed her. Was it possible that the child, who claimed to be only a little over a month old in the previous life, was already over two months pregnant, just like in this life?
His mother knew Meng Jiao-niang intentionally orchestrated her scandal with his scumbag father. His mother’s act of pushing Meng Jiao-niang was also part of her plan, aiming to naturally cause the miscarriage of the incorrectly timed fetus and establish a fact that his mother, out of jealousy, killed the child belonging to Meng Jiao-niang and his scumbag father.
After all, Meng Jiao-niang might not be assured that she could keep concealing it for ten months. Some experienced older adults in the village could judge the gestational age of a fetus just by the size of the belly and the gait of a pregnant woman. If Meng Jiaoniang’s belly grew too big, it would easily expose her lies. By then, his scumbag father, who wore a green hat, would naturally realize that Meng Jiao-niang had deceived him.
Instead of living in constant fear daily, it would be better to eliminate the child in her belly directly. This would also prevent his mother from turning the situation around.
Jiang Dahu stared at Meng Jiao-niang‘s belly. As for why she didn’t conceal the actual gestational age of the fetus in this life, it was also easy to understand. His father had become foolish, and a fool could not defend himself.
If the child in Meng Jiao-niang’s belly right now is not his scumbag father’s, what about the son she will give birth to a few years later? Could it be that he is also not his scumbag father?
In Jiang Dahu’s mind, the image of a person emerged involuntarily, someone who was an unbearable presence in his memory.
Jiang Jinlin, his half-brother from the same father but a different mother.
Unlike the names of the Jiang family brothers, such as Big Bull, Second Bull, Big Tiger, and Second Tiger, which sounded like names casually given to country folks, Jiang Jinlin received special attention from his parents since birth. His name was obtained by Jiang Liu using a pound of sesame cakes specially purchased and given to the scholar’s house.
“With a promising future, standing out among others like a tree in the forest: Jiang Jinlin.”
Just by his name, one could tell the expectations that his scumbag father had for this son.
And Jiang Jinlin indeed lived up to the expectations of those around him. From a young age, he was clever and intelligent while, at the same time, inheriting his mother’s delicate and refined appearance. Everyone praised him, including those who used to look down on Meng Jiao-niang. They all spoke highly of Jiang Jinlin, saying he was a rare talent born in a field of bamboo shoots, utterly different from his parents.
But Jiang Dahu did not like this younger brother. Not only because his birth meant harm to his mother but also because Jiang Jinlin was too cunning. He often playfully stabs him with a backhanded knife amid laughter and jokes.
In their previous life, the reason why Jiang Dahu was driven out of the Jiang family was also led by this younger brother of his.
Having become a scholar, he naturally did not want any blemishes on his reputation. Unfortunately, Jiang Jinlin’s birth was not honourable. As long as he, Jiang Dahu, remained the legitimate eldest son and remained in the Jiang family, others would inevitably uncover some things that Jiang Jinlin did not want to be discovered when others started to inquire about his circumstances.
So he schemed to drive him away, ensuring that his mother became the only Lady Jiang, and no one would know that Jiang Liu once had another wife, the woman he legally married.
Now looking back, Jiang Jinlin doesn’t have a trace of his scumbag father.
He is astute, while his scumbag father is easily manipulated. He is intelligent, while his scumbag father is foolish. Even in appearance, Jiang Jinlin inherited his mother’s gentle and beautiful features, with no resemblance to his scumbag father.
Before, Jiang Dahu had never thought that Jiang Jinlin might not be his father’s son or even his brother. However, with Meng Jiao-niang’s child in her belly, whose father is unknown, Jiang Dahu seriously doubts Jiang Jinlin’s identity.
Is he really his scumbag father’s son?
At this moment, Jiang Dahu’s emotions were like riding a roller coaster. He looked at his clueless scumbag father and thought about how in the previous life, this man had abandoned his flesh and blood for a child who could very likely not be his own and how he had hurt his loyal wife for a promiscuous woman. From a certain perspective, wasn’t he also a pitiful man?
He wondered if his scumbag father knew this truth before he died in the previous life. Would that be considered karma if he had known the truth before his final moments?
Bai Lan’s thoughts were similar to Jiang Dahu’s. After experiencing so much deceit and manipulation in the Marquis’s mansion, she naturally suspected that the child in Meng Jiao-niang‘s belly was very likely not Jiang Liu’s.
Not in this life, not in the previous life either. Meng Jiao-niang targeted Jiang Liu because he was easy to deceive, and she could easily fool him into becoming the ready-made father for her child.
With these thoughts in mind, Bai Lan felt a sense of satisfaction. She glanced angrily at Jiang Liu beside her. Unfortunately, the current Jiang Liu differed from the foolish and arrogant man in her memories. His eyes were too clear, making her unable to associate his face with the man in her memories. Bai Lan had to avert her gaze and silently mocked the pre-accident Jiang Liu in her mind thousands of times.
“So you say this undergarment belongs to my husband?”
Bai Lan had calmed down by now. She mentally calculated the timeline. According to her memories from her previous life, Jiang Liu in this life had become mentally impaired before he could get involved with Meng Jiao-niang.
As for the current Jiang Liu, Bai Lan looked at the foolish and obedient little idiot beside her. He didn’t even understand the difference between men and women, let alone have an affair with Meng Jiao-niang.
Therefore, she was confident that the undergarment in Meng Jiao-niang‘s hands was obtained through other means and not left by Jiang Liu during their encounter.
“Of course it is.”
Meng Jiao-niang said confidently. She had taken the undergarment from the Jiang family’s courtyard, and there was no mistake.
“Such a joke! There’s even a name embroidered on the undergarment. Just because you claim it belongs to my husband, does that make it his? I could also say that this undergarment might belong to Meng Xiang.”
Meng Xiang was Meng Jiaoniang’s deceased husband. Mentioning Meng Xiang sparked even greater discussions among the people around them, most of which criticized Meng Jiao-niang, blaming her for being unable to keep loyal to her husband and bringing shame to him.
When Meng Jiao-niang stole the undergarment, she didn’t think about this aspect. She knew she had taken it from the Jiang family’s courtyard, but how could she prove it belonged to Jiang Liu?
Unlike women’s bellybands, which embroidered fabrics can distinguish, men’s underwear is mostly made of white cotton cloth, making it difficult to discern the difference when placed together.
“Little sister, I think the patch on this underwear seems to be your craftsmanship.”
Xu Xiaocao was enjoying the scene and couldn’t understand why Meng Jiao-niang suddenly fell silent. “I recognize this patch on the underwear; it looks similar to those of Third Brother’s pants.”
“Is that so? Sister-in-law seems to be quite familiar with my husband’s underwear.”
Bai Lan retorted, making everyone burst into laughter. It wasn’t a good reputation for the sister-in-law to pay attention to her younger brother-in-law’s underwear. Xu Xiaocao initially wanted to watch the joke but became the joke herself.
Jiang Hai glared at Bai Lan and pulled his foolish wife closer, preventing her from speaking.
“I know that Sister Lan doesn’t want to accept me, and my affair with San-lang hurt you. I’m not asking for your forgiveness; I hope you can accept the child in my belly and let him be recognized as part of the family.”
Meng Jiao-niang cried, prostrating herself on the ground. Her figure was emaciated, and her slight trembling from crying softened the hearts of most men present, thinking that Bai Lan was too heartless.
Regardless of the situation, the child in Meng Jiao-niang‘s belly was innocent. She couldn’t let the bloodline of her husband’s family be cut off.
The current situation is not favourable for oneself. Jiang Liu’s mind quickly turned, pondering how to expose Meng Jiao-niang‘s lies without recovering his memory.
The system store does offer many strange and unusual items, but should they be used?
“Damn it, who dares to harm my son!”
Upon hearing the message from someone else, Jiang Miao-shi hurriedly rushed over from the field. The first thing she did when she squeezed into the crowd was to grab Meng Jiao-niang‘s hair and pull her upper body off the ground.
“My son is in this state, and you still come to harm him. What are your intentions?”
Jiang Miao-shi would never agree to let Meng Jiao-niang enter the Jiang family’s door, especially now that the primary breadwinner in the family is her daughter-in-law, Bai Lan. Jiang Miao-shi wouldn’t offend her daughter-in-law for a woman with a bad reputation and a child of unknown parentage.
Moreover, Jiang Miao-shi honestly didn’t believe there was anything between her son and Meng Jiao-niang. Before his brain injury, she knew that her son had some interest in Meng Jiao-niang but was confident that her son hadn’t succeeded yet. Otherwise, with her son’s inability to hide things, she would have seen through it long ago.
“Aunt Jiang.”
Meng Jiao-niang was in pain, and tears welled up in her eyes. However, she had to maintain her composure and prepare a set of arguments to persuade Jiang Miao-shi.
“Don’t call me Aunt; tell me, did you sleep with my third son? Do you know if he has any birthmarks?”
Jiang Miao-shi’s words were rough, and the Wang family’s daughter-in-law blushed and excreted shyness. Her ears perked up, afraid of missing anything.
“I know. He has a mole on his arm and a scar on his thigh.”
These were the things Meng Jiao-niang heard from Jiang Dezhu. In the village, men often swam together in the river during the summer, so Jiang Dezhu naturally knew about these birthmarks.
“Huh, which man hasn’t taken a bath in the water? You can casually ask anyone and find out about that. I’m asking about more hidden birthmarks, like the little red mole behind my son’s buttocks. Do you know about that?”
Jiang Miao-shi chuckled. Since Meng Jiao-niang wanted to frame her son, she must have come prepared, so it wasn’t surprising that she could mention these marks.
“I…”
Meng Jiao-niang was about to say she had seen it, but then she realized something wasn’t right. Why would Jiang Miao-shi tell her this?
Meng Jiao-niang subtly examined Jiang Miao-shi‘s expression and suddenly realized that this could very well be a trap set by Jiang Miao-shi.
“No, there isn’t. San-lang doesn’t have any red mole behind his buttocks.”
Meng Jiao-niang felt that Jiang Miao-shi was trying to deceive her.
“No, are you sure?”
Jiang Miao-shi‘s expression was somewhat disappointed as she gritted her teeth and pressed for an answer.
“Of course. I remember it very clearly.”
Meng Jiao-niang breathed a sigh of relief and felt highly triumphant. No one could say that the child in her belly wasn’t Jiang Liu’s unless Jiang Liu regained his mind.
“Well, it seemed that you are so clear about it.”
Jiang Miao-shi‘s expression instantly relaxed, and there was no trace of the previous pretended nervousness.
She let go of Meng Jiao-niang‘s hair and took a few steps to her foolish son’s side. Then, she forcefully pulled down her son’s pants, revealing his half-white and tender buttocks.
“How can there be no mole? Can’t you see this bright and vivid one?”
Jiang Miaoshi patted her son’s buttocks, feeling somewhat guilty in her heart. But then, upon second thought, he was her son after all, and there was no innocence to be spoken of. It was just half of his buttocks, so let people take a look. It would be good if it could wash away any unjust accusations.
He never expected such a cunning move, and Jiang Liu, unable to react in time, felt a chilling sensation behind his buttocks. In that instant, he thought, sometimes it would be nice to be a fool. At least he wouldn’t feel so overwhelmed with shame right now.
Sob… sob… sob… Jiang Liu wished he could learn some spells in a magical world and make everyone present forget everything.
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