Transmigrating to Book 50, others hoard rice, I hoard money

Chapter 334 You really don’t know her?

Jia Deyang didn't recognize the woman who was talking to him, and asked confusedly: "Who are you?"

Seeing that Jia Deyang didn't recognize her, Zhao Mei said sadly: "Boss Jia, I'm Zhao Mei. We met at Nevernight. Have you forgotten me?

You said that after signing a big contract, you would divorce the tigress at home and marry me. Don’t you remember?

I have been waiting for you and looking for you all these years. As soon as you left, I found out that I was pregnant. Look, our son is almost 6 years old. You can't leave us anymore. Baby, call me daddy!"

The boy named Baoer called out timidly, "Dad..."

Jia Deyang: “???!!!…”

There was someone who thought it was fun to watch and immediately ran to Jia's house to inform Jiang Wenjuan that Jia Deyang's daughter Pi Pan had come with her 6-year-old son to recognize him as his father.

The Jia family didn't want to attract too much attention, so they dismissed the nanny long ago. In recent years, all the housework has been done by Jiang Wenjuan, her sister-in-law Wang Shuzhen, and the daughters-in-law of the two families.

Jiang Wenjuan was helping to fry lotus root cakes at home. After hearing what the visitor said, she picked up the kitchen knife beside her and ran out.

Wang Shuzhen felt that something serious was going to happen, so she asked her daughter-in-law to watch the food in the pot, and then hurriedly called Jia Deyuan, who was practicing calligraphy in the study, to stop Jiang Wenjuan.

While Jia Deyang was still in a daze, Jiang Wenjuan had already rushed to the scene, holding a knife, and asked angrily: "Who is the shameless one who is my man's pimp? Stand up!"

Zhao Mei took Bao'er by the hand and hid behind Jia Deyang, saying fearfully, "Boss Jia, who is this? He's so fierce. I'm so scared."

Jiang Wenjuan: "You are the little bitch who seduced my man, right? I will chop you into pieces today, and see if you dare to seduce others casually again!"

As Jiang Wenjuan spoke, she turned the blade and slashed at Zhao Mei with the back of the knife.

Zhao Mei grabbed Jia Deyang's clothes tightly, dodging left and right, and added fuel to the fire by saying, "Sister, Boss Jia and I are truly in love, and our children are already so grown up. Please be kind and help us get married. In the next life, I will work like a cow or a horse to repay your kindness."

Jiang Wenjuan became angrier as she listened. She swung the knife with unconscious force and even changed the direction of the blade.

Zhao Meiyin kept dodging and was not hurt at all, but Jia Deyang's shirt was cut in many places and blood was oozing from his arms.

Jia Deyang grimaced in pain and pushed Jiang Wenjuan away, saying unhappily, "That's enough! Are you crazy? I don't know this woman. How can you just use a knife to cut someone based on a few words from her?"

Jiang Wenjuan asked suspiciously, "You really don't know her?"

Jia Deyang: "Of course. There is famine everywhere now. Who knows if she has no food at home and is just claiming to be her relative randomly in order to get food and drink?"

Jia Deyang had already remembered Zhao Mei's identity. She was a dancer he met when he was doing business in the north. In order to relieve his boredom, he kept her as his mistress for a period of time.

Later, the business in the north was not settled, so he came back and the two no longer kept in touch.

He had forgotten about this person. Who would have thought that this woman would come with a child to claim her kinship? !

Not to mention that the child may not be his, even if it is, he would not recognize it.

It's not like he has no son, it's impossible for him to destroy his family for a child of unknown origin.

Besides, Jiang Wenjuan was not a pushover. Jia Deyang firmly believed that if he dared to acknowledge the child, he would be chopped into pieces immediately...

Zhao Mei looked at Jia Deyang in disbelief, and said with tears in her eyes: "Boss Jia, have you forgotten the friendship between us in the past?

You used to call me baby every day, but it's only been a few years, how come you have completely forgotten it? And you even said such hurtful words, how can we mother and son live?

If you don't acknowledge us, we will just run into our own grave at your doorstep."

As Zhao Mei said this, she was about to pull Baoer against the wall.

She thought someone would stop her so that she could take advantage of the situation to gain momentum and control Jia Deyang and Jiang Wenjuan. However, she didn't expect that her forehead was about to hit the wall and no one came to pull her back.

People who are watching can tell at a glance that Zhao Mei is here to extort money, and that banging her head against the wall was just an act. Although the Jia family is not a good family, they are kind to others. They have been neighbors for many years and have become like family. How could they help an outsider?

Since no one was there to partner with her, Zhao Mei could only write, direct and perform the play herself.

She touched the wall lightly, covered her forehead with one hand, wiped her tears with the other, and sobbed, "Boss Jia, a husband and wife are bound by a hundred days of grace. We have lived together for a few months and gave birth to a son. Do you really not care about our old relationship?

You gave me a false address before, which caused me to go through so much trouble. If I hadn't accidentally found a stub of a letter you sent home, I wouldn't have been able to find this place.

We have gone through so much hardship to be together, are you really so cruel that you don't want me and the child? Do you really want to drive us to death?"

Jiang Wenjuan glanced at Zhao Mei and sneered, "An old woman like you is trying to imitate a little girl by wiping her tears and pretending to be pitiful. How shameless!

You can’t take advantage of my family just because you want to. Get out of here right now. If you don’t know what’s best for you, don’t blame me for being violent.”

Zhao Mei looked at Jia Deyang expectantly, hoping that he could speak for her.

Jia Deyang covered his painful hand, stood beside Jiang Wenjuan, and said calmly: "Lady, you have the wrong person. I really don't know you. Please don't talk nonsense and affect our relationship."

Seeing that Jia Deyang was determined not to recognize her, Zhao Mei just went all out and told him every detail of their relationship from the time they met to the time they lived together.

She also said that if Jia Deyang did not give her a legitimate status and did not acknowledge her son, she would go to the government to file a complaint.

After listening to Zhao Mei's story, Jiang Wenjuan was so angry that she almost exploded. She grabbed Jia Deyang's arm and twisted it hard.

Jia Deyang was in so much pain that tears came out, and he begged for mercy: "I was wrong, I won't do it again! I just went to her to have fun to relieve my boredom, I never thought of marrying her.

She is a dancer, she has many men, her son is definitely not mine, she came here today just to extort money, don't believe her."

Jiang Wenjuan: "Humph! If you want me to trust you, you have to drive them away yourself, or I'll kill you!"

Jia Deyang was a little scared when he saw the knife in Jiang Wenjuan's hand, and said to Zhao Mei: "As a dancer, how could you believe a man who is just playing around?

Whores are heartless, actors are disloyal, and you people will do anything to make money.

During the time I was supporting you, I was with you every day, so how could I know if you had found other men?

Besides, you got pregnant after I left, so who the father of this child is remains to be verified.

Go away and take your child to ask for money from more capable men. Don't set your sights on me.

I am a poor man now. I worry about my next meal after eating the last one. All my family’s assets have been handed over to the country. I have no money to give you.

You made a good living as a dancer, so you must have a lot of savings. How about lending me some? I'll pay you back when I become rich."

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