Yu Li was so angry she could barely contain it.
She was furious enough to want to twist that girl’s ears off.
“I told you! Don’t just bring random people home!” Yu Li lowered her voice and scolded Wen Yiyue fiercely right by her ear.
Wen Yiyue looked wronged and pitiful.
Seeing his daughter like that, Wen Zhiguo quickly stepped forward and pulled her out of his wife’s grasp.
“What are you doing? There are guests here.”
Yu Li glared fiercely at Wen Yiyue. That look clearly said: “Just you wait until the guests leave!”
Wen Yiyue, feeling wronged, rubbed her red, aching ear and quickly walked over to Meng Yu.
“Sister Meng, I’ve found all the materials. See if anything is still missing?”
Meng Yu had no interest in their noisy family drama. After checking the items Wen Yiyue brought out one by one, she nodded.
“All correct. Once Zhou Sinian brings back the rest, we can start the repair.”
Wen Yiyue’s eyes immediately lit up.
“Sister Meng, will it really be fixed?”
Meng Yu nodded.
“It can be repaired, but the tone will have some deviation. Which piece are you planning to perform?”
“‘Ode to the Motherland’!”
Wen Yiyue straightened her back, eyes full of determination.
“No.”
Meng Yu directly rejected it.
“Why?”
Wen Yiyue froze. “Ode to the Motherland” was the piece she played best.
Wen Zhiguo and his wife also quietly moved behind their daughter, cautiously observing Meng Yu.
Meng Yu pointed at the broken violin neck.
“This violin is basically ruined. The head is broken—it’s like someone tore off a person’s brain. And whoever did it made sure it was destroyed thoroughly, even adding another stomp. Look here.”
She pointed at a dent on the violin body.
Wen Yiyue’s eyes filled with tears again.
Her violin really was too pitiful.
“Wen Zhiguo! It’s all your fault!” Yu Li suddenly exploded and started hitting her husband.
“It’s all because of your relatives! They ruined our daughter’s future! They did it on purpose! They deliberately crushed her violin and even stepped on it again!”
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
“When Yiyue said Wen Qian did it on purpose, you were still defending your niece! Now do you see it?!”
She was practically ready to kill that entire branch of the Wen family.
Wen Zhiguo didn’t fight back at all. As a father, he felt deep guilt.
Wen Yiyue also wiped her tears.
The family’s chaos and crying were overwhelming.
Meng Yu took a deep breath.
“So noisy.”
Just three words—and the entire Wen family immediately fell silent.
Wen Zhiguo looked at her, his face still marked by scratches from his wife.
“Comrade, as long as you can fix it, anything is fine!”
This was his daughter’s future—he naturally wanted her to have a smooth path ahead.
Wen Yiyue quickly stepped forward, still tearful.
“Sister Meng…”
Meng Yu lightly tapped the violin body.
“The high-position harmonics in ‘Ode to the Motherland’ are too strong. Even if this violin is repaired, it can’t handle it.”
She looked up at Wen Yiyue.
“If you insist on playing that piece, those high harmonics will cause the entire instrument to fall out of balance. In a performance setting like that, even the smallest mistake could ruin your entire future.”
Wen Yiyue’s face turned even paler.
She had grown up sheltered and had never experienced hardship. Suddenly facing this situation left her completely panicked.
“Then… then what should I do?”
“Change the piece.”
Meng Yu said decisively.
Wen Yiyue became even more anxious.
“But… I’m not familiar with anything else. I don’t even know what to play.”
She had never anticipated such a sudden change. For so long, she had only practiced “Ode to the Motherland.” She did know other pieces, but none as熟练 or confident.
Wen Zhiguo narrowed his eyes.
“Comrade, in your opinion, what kind of piece is most suitable for a repaired violin in this condition?”
At this point, regret was useless—they could only try to fix the situation as best as possible.
Meng Yu looked at him.
Being able to stay calm and think of solutions at such a moment did earn her some respect.
“What other pieces can you play?”
Wen Yiyue quickly listed them all.
Meng Yu rejected them one by one in her mind.
All of them demanded too much from the instrument.
She knew many pieces in her mind—far more than anyone here—but in this sensitive era, Western music was not an option, and there was no time to learn modern compositions.
“Wait a bit,” she said.
Wait until Zhou Sinian returned. After repairing the violin, she would assess its tuning before making a decision.
The Wen family nervously waited, frequently glancing toward the door.
Finally, under everyone’s anticipation, Zhou Sinian returned.
“Meng Duoyu.”
He still stood at the doorway, but since the Wen family was present, they naturally invited him in.
After handing over the materials Meng Yu had requested, everyone could only watch anxiously as she focused entirely on repairing the violin.
“Yiyue, I’m here!”
Just as everyone was tense and silent, a familiar voice came from outside.
“It’s Weihong!” Yu Li turned around—but froze when she saw her daughter’s expression. “What’s wrong?”
Before Wen Yiyue could respond, the door was pushed open.
Ning Weihong walked in with an old man.
“Yiyue, I brought Master Cui. He can repair your—”
She stopped mid-sentence when she saw Meng Yu sitting inside.
Her expression immediately changed.
“Yiyue! Why did you bring such an unknown person into your home?! And you’re letting her touch your violin? She looks like a rural woman—what could she possibly know? Don’t let her ruin your violin!”
Ning Weihong was extremely agitated.
Her shrill outburst made the Wen couple frown.
Even if she meant well, shouting like this from the start was too much.
Meng Yu didn’t even acknowledge her—she was fully focused on repairing the violin.
Seeing that she was ignored, Ning Weihong gritted her teeth and rushed forward.
“You’re not allowed to touch Yiyue’s violin!”
But before she could even reach Meng Yu, a strong arm blocked her path.
“Comrade, please do not disturb my wife while she is repairing the violin.”
The rest of the Wen family also reacted. Yu Li hurried forward to pull Ning Weihong back.
“Weihong, don’t disturb Comrade Meng.”
Ning Weihong was dragged aside, her anger surging even more violently.
“Yiyue! You don’t trust me? I even brought Master Cui for you—and this is how you treat me?”