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She used her strength and angle just right, and she just bumped into Lu Yiran's arms, which made Lu Yiran feel distressed and annoyed.

"Yao'er, don't cry. It's all my fault. I have written to your father. We will get married when we return to Beijing. I said that you are the mistress of the Lu family. It shows that this was our decision early on. fate."

Rubbing Meng Wenyao's red forehead, he saw the tears were like broken beads. Lu Yiran regretted that he had been abrupt and should have taken it easy.

"Yao'er, if you hit me and scold me, please stop crying, okay? You're crying so much that I don't know how to hurt you."

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When she woke up again, Meng Wenyao was in a swaying carriage, and she was lying in Lu Yiran's arms.

As soon as he woke up, he saw the man above him approaching with ambiguous eyes, and his stubbled chin rubbed against Meng Wenyao's face.

"Yao'er, are you hungry?"

Quickly pushing Lu Yiran away, Meng Wenyao pretended to be angry and twisted her face to the side.

Knowing that he had no ability to coax people, Lu Yiran simply gave up and brought snacks over to feed him.

I didn't want to eat it at first, but my stomach suddenly growled, causing the man behind me to laugh.

Anyway, she was laughed at, so Meng Wenyao took a bite and deliberately put the man's finger in her mouth without letting go.

"Hey, don't bite. If you bite it, I won't be able to feed you in the future."

He bit her fiercely again and then let go, causing the man to laugh muffledly.

Suddenly thinking of something, Meng Wenyao shed silent tears while holding the food in her mouth. The tears fell on the back of Lu Yiran's hand. He immediately turned Meng Wenyao's head to face him.

"But I won't let you bite it. I'll cry in anger. I'll give you whatever you want. I will only let you bite my ten fingers from now on."

Meng Wenyao raised her head and glared at Lu Yiran, and said aggrievedly: "When I return to Beijing this time, people must think that I am the uncle who my niece seduced. They must be laughing at me behind my back..."

"Nonsense. It was obviously Miss Meng who was seduced by this governor. Who dares to say such nonsense? I will break their legs. Don't worry, this governor will not let your reputation be damaged. Be good and stop crying."

It was already a month later when the two of them returned to the capital with such awkwardness and entanglement.

Inside and outside the Meng Mansion, lanterns and colors were being decorated to prepare for Jiang Qinghe's marriage.

When he heard that Meng Wenyao had returned from paying homage to Buddha, Jiang Qinghe insisted on coming over to apologize, regardless of the fact that he was getting married the next day.

"Sister, you have been going out to worship Buddha these days. I don't know what happened. Governor Lu who is far away in Youzhou suddenly wrote a letter asking me to marry Mr. Song. I didn't mean to steal your fiancé. Sister, you have to believe it. I."

Meng Wenyao, who had been tortured for a month, now has no strength in her body. She just wants to find a single bed and sleep in darkness.

Facing Jiang Qinghe's pretentious apology, Meng Wenyao didn't even bother to sneer. She said: "Congratulations, personal fate is different, sister Qinghe doesn't have to worry about it."

"Yao'er, do you really think so and don't mind if I marry your fiancé?"

"Look at what my sister said. Where is my fiancé? He is my brother-in-law. Don't worry, sister, prepare to get married. I am too tired and want to go to bed early. If you can't get up tomorrow to give your sister a wedding, sister, don't blame me."

Meng Wenyao, who was about to fall asleep while talking, suddenly heard Jiang Qinghe crying.

"Yao'er, you still blame me, right? We are as close as sisters. Now that I am going to marry your fiancé, are you unhappy? You didn't even want to accompany me on my last night at home, but that wasn't my intention. Yes, my marriage to Mr. Song is an order from Governor Lu. If anyone dares to disobey me, if my sister is unhappy, I won’t get married."

As Jiang Qinghe was about to tear off her wedding dress, Meng Wenyao was so frightened that she lost all sleep. She had worked hard for a month to get the result, and she couldn't let Jiang Qinghe, a white lotus, mess with it.

"Sister, stop it now. It's not that I don't want to accompany you, it's because after all Mr. Song and I had an engagement. If I go over to accompany you, I'm afraid you won't mind."

"I don't mind, I just want my sister to sincerely bless me."

Well, Meng Wenyao resisted her sleepiness and went to her room with Jiang Qinghe.

Accompanying her to bathe, change clothes, twist her face, and listen to her grandma's instructions on boudoir techniques, she couldn't sleep a wink all night, and she almost collapsed in Jiang Qinghe's room from exhaustion.

Early in the morning, Meng Wenyao looked at the girls and women who were in a hurry. No one cared about her, so she had to go find someone who stuttered.

Suddenly, he saw Jiang Qinghe's maid Jasmine in the corner, wiping her tears with a handkerchief.

"It's a big day, Jasmine, you're crying like this, is it because you can't bear to leave the Meng family?"

Jasmine's face turned pale when she was suddenly discovered. When she heard Meng Wenyao's joke, she felt relieved again and said with a wry smile: "My good lady, please don't say that I'm secretly crying here."

Looking at the celebrations around her, Meng Wenyao nodded knowingly and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"But my wife is ill at home, and our young lady is busy getting married these days, so I never have time to go back and see her. I just feel uncomfortable."

To put it nicely, Meng Wenyao did know that if her mother was sick and refused to go back to visit her, it was either because Jiang Qinghe refused to let her go back, or because she needed money because she was sick and this girl couldn't afford it.

Thinking that she needed someone by Jiang Qinghe's side, she took out the twenty taels she had on her and handed it to Jasmine.

"I came out in a hurry and didn't bring much money with me. You have someone take me back to buy medicine for your mother."

After taking the money from Meng Wenyao, Jasmine cried even harder and sobbed: "My good lady, how can you ask this slave to repay you."

"Speaking of repayment, why are you so polite to me? Originally, if Sister Qinghe married my brother, I would have called you sister-in-law. You must not take this to heart. Sister Qinghe is too busy these days. I'm busy, don't blame Sister Qinghe for not taking care of your affairs."

Jasmine is Jiang Qinghe's personal maid, and she will definitely be his maid in the future. If Jiang Qinghe marries Meng Wenshan, Jasmine can be called Meng Wenyao's sister-in-law.

And looking at it on weekdays, Meng Wenyao felt that Jasmine seemed to really like Meng Wenshan. Now that Jiang Qinghe is married to Song Feijie, Jasmine will become Song Feijie's wife. If Jasmine still cares about Meng Wenshan, she can take advantage of it in the future. A good internal response.

Seeing that Jasmine wanted to thank her, Meng Wenyao stopped her in time: "Sister Qinghe is getting married soon. It is when we need help. Please go over and help."

The auspicious time has come. Jiang Qinghe's sedan chair left on time from the Meng Mansion and married to the Song Mansion where Song Feijie was staying. Meng Wenyao could finally go back to her room and have a good rest.

As soon as I lay down and was about to catch up on my sleep, I heard General Meng's lion roar in the yard.

"Meng Wenyao, get out of here."