Transmigrated as A Farm Girl Making Her Family Rich-Chapter 284 - 253 Heard Gossip_3

The honey produced by her family was indeed as delicious as she claimed; no wonder she boasted, no wonder she said the honey wasn’t for sale.

The Tang Family had known early on about the Ye family’s exquisite honey and had placed orders for it.

They had monopolized this excellent resource, but the Tang Family didn’t keep it all for themselves—they would share honey-made pastries with them when they entertained guests.

Those who had only had a cup of chrysanthemum tea felt it was not enough, yet the five-pound jar of honey being brought in slowly disappeared before their eyes, leaving them no chance for a second cup.

Children, deprived of sweets, and adults alike, too embarrassed to say anything more.

Usually well-behaved, many children could not help but pester their parents for some.

The noble ladies were usually skilled at pretense; although they wanted the children to make a fuss, they also feared it would make them look as if their households were in want. To throw a tantrum over honey would indeed be an unsightly spectacle.

It would also offend the Tang Family, turning them into a laughingstock.

All they could do was to restrain their wailing children, while those who couldn’t bear the crying had to let servants carry the children and take their leave from the host ahead of time.

Madam Tang watched the commotion in the garden while maintaining her smile, directing the servants to see the guests out.

Meng Zhaojun and her mother quietly ate their meal, and after eating, they too were served delicious honey tea by the hostess, accepted in silence.

Jealousy consumed her; her eyes reddened, her complexion turning somewhat pale. As a transmigrator, why didn’t she have other "Golden Fingers"?

And to witness someone with a "Golden Finger," were all these people blind?

Could they not see how strange it was?

Why hadn’t they seized the Ye family’s sisters and dealt with them as monsters!

Meng Zhaojun didn’t voice these thoughts, knowing that if she did, before anyone could apprehend the Ye Family’s sisters as monsters, others would already label her insane.

She’d only act harmfully towards others in secret, never showcasing such behavior in public, being that she was a public figure, her every word and action scrutinized.

It was only now that Meng Zhaojun remembered seeing the younger Ye girl give Tang Shunyan a gift, insisting that he open it on the spot—a request he stubbornly refused.

That led to her following him to Tang Shunyan’s courtyard, and later, in a fit of jealousy while competing in drawing with the little girl, she forgot about the two items in the little pageboy’s hands.

Meng Zhaojun clenched her fists in frustration upon the realization she’d missed her opportunity; trying to imitate those items to embarrass the little Ye girl was now impossible.

She bit her lip in vexation, wondering angrily why there was another transmigrator when she, the reincarnator, was already present.

They had not met in their past lives, nor were they enemies; why then had this little girl become her greatest threat?

Regret and annoyance were of no use to Meng Zhaojun now; her mother had begun to make arrangements for their departure.

She glared at the Ye Family’s sisters, still seated where they were. Were they planning to overstay their welcome?

Meng Zhaojun didn’t wish to return home so soon, but her mother’s stern gaze made it clear that defiance wasn’t an option.

Mrs. Meng remained silent, eager to be filled from the meal and not wanting to linger at the Tang residence longer than necessary.

The longer they stayed, the more jokes would arise; if not for the need to continue living in the county...

She would have liked to take her daughter and son back to the Capital City right away but refrained, fearing her husband might err without her beside him.

Today’s embarrassment for her daughter was her own as well. She had never felt such public shame, a pain that struck without a physical blow. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Mrs. Meng, along with her daughter, mounted the carriage, sitting together for the first time, ignoring her daughter as a cold war tactic to chastise her.

What made Mrs. Meng even angrier was that her daughter showed no remorse for today’s actions nor offered an apology. As Mrs. Meng gave her daughter the silent treatment, the young girl seemed as if nothing had happened, her gaze out the window.

Mrs. Meng couldn’t discern what thoughts lay behind her daughter’s expression. As a mother, she sometimes found her daughter’s peculiar disposition utterly confounding.

Their mutual silence seemed to splinter the once intimate bond between mother and daughter.

Meng Zhaojun wasn’t oblivious to her mother’s expression. Whether her mother scolded her or gave her the silent treatment, all she felt was her mother’s growing distaste for her.

Meng Zhaojun felt as though she was suffering from a sort of personality split, hearing two voices in her head.

One told her that her mother was just being a bit strict and that it would all be fine once this passed, as long as she apologized sincerely.

But another voice argued that she had done nothing wrong. Why should she apologize to her mother? Wasn’t her mother supposed to do everything for her children?

All the fault lay with that little girl—for why did she have to steal away her Tang Shunyan, her glory?

Everything wrong was because of that little girl; without her, she would always be the most outstanding.

In that moment, as Meng Zhaojun looked out of the carriage window, her thoughts became twisted with the desire to eliminate the little Ye girl.

With this thought, she couldn’t figure out how to act on it and remained troubled amidst her furrowed brows.