After Rebirth, I Became the Treacherous Minister Black Moonlight

Chapter 2 Dinner with him

After Lu Lingxiao finished speaking, he didn't wait for Meng Qianqian's answer for a long time, so he turned to look at Meng Qianqian.

As a result, she found Meng Qianqian staring directly at her... anus.

Lu Lingxiao's eyebrows furrowed, he moved a little to the side, looked at the place where he had just been sitting, and asked, "Is there anything dirty?"

Meng Qianqian paused: "Husband, don't talk about yourself like that."

Lu Lingxiao: "..."

Lu Lingxiao suppressed his anger and said, "That's all, you are young and I don't care about you. It's just that you behave indifferently in front of me. Don't contradict your mother."

Meng Qianqian said: "My mother treats me very well, why should I contradict her?"

Lu Lingxiao was choked by Meng Qianqian again.

Lu Lingxiao glanced at her and said sincerely: "As long as you stay on your own terms, I will treat you well in the future."

"oh."

Meng Qianqian responded calmly.

All of Meng Qianqian's reactions were completely different from what Lu Lingxiao had imagined.

Lu Lingxiao was obviously ready for her to cry and make a fuss, but now, all he felt was a punch on the cotton.

Lu Lingxiao was a little embarrassed. He glanced around and caught a glimpse of several yellowed letters on the bedside table.

He recognized these at a glance as the letters home he had written to her back then.

One letter per month, six letters in total.

In fact, it didn't have much content. It was just a message of peace, a warning to her to eat well, and to honor her parents, grandmother, and great-grandmother.

She was illiterate and asked her mother to help answer the first few letters. Only the last one was answered by herself.

It turned out that in order to reply to him, she started learning to write from her mother.

In her letter she asked him when he would come home.

He said he would come back when she grew up.

Now that she has really grown up, he is back as promised.

It's just that they can never go back to the past.

He had Wan'er and understood love for the first time in his life. He would never fall in love with another woman again.

Even if it is his married wife.

Lu Lingxiao looked at Meng Qianqian's young and tender face, and wanted to say something more, when the maid's anxious voice came from outside:

"General! General, are you there? Miss Wan'er suddenly feels unwell—"

Lu Lingxiao's expression changed, he immediately stood up and left without looking back!

Banxia and Grandma Li entered the house.

The two of them are Meng Qianqian's roommates, and they are also the people Meng Qianqian trusts most in the Lu family.

Meng Qianqian glanced at the letter that was deliberately placed on the bedside table, and said calmly: "You are not allowed to make your own decisions in the future."

Banxia lowered her head guiltily: "I understand, miss."

Meng Qianqian said: "Change the sheets."

Banxia hurriedly said: "Yes!"

After changing the sheets, Meng Qianqian asked Banxia to take out her carved box.

It was filled with letters that Meng Qianqian had written to her "dead husband" in the past five years. There were more than a hundred letters. The handwriting gradually showed her character from the unsightly at first, and later, it became a pleasing small regular script with hairpins.

Ban Xia asked excitedly: "Miss, are you going to send these letters to my uncle? When my uncle understands the miss's thoughts for so many years, he will definitely change his mind!"

Meng Qianqian said without thinking: "Burn it."

Friendship is rare, but some people don't deserve it.

Back then, Meng Qianqian married into the Lu family, firstly to bring happiness to the old lady, but also for an unknown reason, which was to solve the Lu family's pressing needs.

Although the Lu family was prosperous on the surface, it was actually already heavily in debt. It was the huge dowry brought by Meng Qianqian that filled the hole in the Lu family.

In the past few years, the house's expenses have all been supported by Meng Qianqian's dowry money.

Banxia choked with sobs and asked: "Miss, do you really want to have a fever? Then what do you think the efforts you have made in the past few years count?"

Meng Qianqian picked up a fried fruit and said, "I'll feed the dog sincerely."

Aunt Li came over, frowned and said, "The lady said she was going to burn it, didn't you hear?" Banxia couldn't help it any longer, and cried loudly:

"My uncle has gone too far... How could my uncle treat the young lady like this... How should the young lady live in the house from now on..."

Grandma Li looked back at Meng Qianqian, who was sitting on a chair, quietly counting fried fruits, and let out a long sigh.

yes.

Her young lady was not of high birth and had no family members around her. She had no one to complain to when she was wronged, let alone anyone to support her.

The uncle was supposed to be the young lady's biggest support, but now he has someone outside, and he blatantly brought him back to the house.

How will this make my young lady gain a foothold in the Lu family in the future?

Aunt Li suddenly thought of someone: "Miss, how about—"

"Mommy."

Meng Qianqian spoke.

"Hey, miss."

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"I'm going to sleep. Remember to close the door when you go out. Don't call me tomorrow morning. Also, there are five less fried fruits today."

Grandma Li was startled.

Meng Qianqian sat on the bed and put down the curtain.

The next day, Meng Qianqian slept until she woke up naturally.

When she woke up, she was told that Lu Lingxiao had been here early in the morning and had been sitting in the Nuan Pavilion waiting for her.

This gave Banxia and Nanny Li some hope, which they had long given up on.

The two chose a bright pink tunic skirt for Meng Qianqian to put on, and a pink and white peach fur cloak.

Meng Qianqian is naturally beautiful. Even without makeup, her eyebrows are like distant mountains, her nose is like hanging gallbladders, and her lips are not dotted but red. She has a brightness and vitality that is unique to her age, and she is as gorgeous as a peach or plum.

The yellow-haired girl who used to cry and rejoice has become a graceful young girl.

Lu Lingxiao was startled.

Meng Qianqian asked: "What are you doing here?"

Lu Lingxiao felt that this girl seemed to have two faces. She was obedient in front of his mother. Ever since he told her about Wan'er last night, she had no good look towards him anymore.

Lu Lingxiao looked away and said calmly: "Mom asked me to come and ask you to have breakfast together. I have been waiting for you for more than half an hour. Do you get up so late on weekdays?"

Without waiting for Meng Qianqian's reply, Lu Lingxiao said: "Get up earlier next time."

Meng Qianqian got up earlier than a chicken every day. It was only because the old lady and the old lady were not at home these two days that Mother Lu asked her to rest more.

Meng Qianqian did not defend herself.

If a man's heart is biased, it is useless no matter how much he says.

The two went to Mother Lu's yard.

In Lu Lingxiao's impression, when his grandmother was having a meal, his mother always had to stand aside and wait on her.

Mother Lu didn't treat Meng Qianqian like this.

She took Meng Qianqian's hand and sat down, and piled all the delicious food in front of Meng Qianqian.

Looking at the empty plate in front of him, and then at Mother Lu who kept picking up dishes for Meng Qianqian, Lu Lingxiao suddenly had some doubts about who was his biological child.

"Osmanthus cake."

Meng Qianqian said.

Mother Lu patted the back of Meng Qianqian's hand and smiled: "Okay, okay, sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Chuntao, hurry up and hurry to the kitchen."

Chuntao looked troubled.

"What's wrong?" Mother Lu asked.

Chuntao said sarcastically: "The sweet-scented osmanthus cake has been sent to Miss Lin."

Mother Lu frowned: "Didn't you say it was made for the eldest young lady?"

Chuntao glanced at Lu Lingxiao secretly: "I told you..."

Lu Lingxiao put down his chopsticks: "I asked the kitchen to send it over. Wan'er also wants to eat osmanthus cake."

As he said that, he raised his eyes and looked at Meng Qianqian who was sitting next to Mother Lu, "You don't even have to argue with Wan'er about a piece of cake, do you?"

Traitor: (ˉ▽￣~)Cut~~

(End of this chapter)