After rebirth, I was hugged and kissed by a crazy boss

Meng Wantang led the way in front, and Yan Qing followed with an indifferent look on his face.

On the contrary, Fu Zhiyuan, who was walking at the end, looked even more nervous than Yan Qing.

She took several deep breaths, her eyes revealing an anxiety that was difficult to conceal.

Finally, several people stopped in front of a carved mahogany door.

Yan Qing looked around without any psychological burden - although she had been to the Meng residence, she had never reached the depths of the old house.

At least she had never seen this place.

Meng Wantang turned around and smiled apologetically.

"Qingqing, please give me your phone. If you are wearing a digital watch, please take it off."

"Oh?" Yan Qing curled his lips sarcastically, "Why?"

"Because...the furniture and furnishings inside are antiques that cannot be displayed to the public."

Meng Wantang's explanation seems impeccable.

"In order to avoid being secretly photographed, no products with camera functions are allowed in - even my brother and I are not allowed to bring mobile phones in."

Yan Qing nodded, and just as Meng Wantang breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes turned to Fu Zhiyuan.

"What about her? Does she have to hand over her phone to get in?"

Meng Wantang was stunned and stumped for a moment.

Being forced to hand over your phone is never comfortable.

If Fu Zhiyuan is forced to do the same, I'm afraid the Fu family will be unhappy.

"Uh..." Meng Wantang said stutteringly, "Grandpa and the others didn't ask her to hand it in."

Yan Qing rebuked her without any hesitation.

"The Fu family doesn't have to pay, so why should I? Are the Meng family's rules only for me?"

Anger flashed across Meng Wantang's eyes, but she couldn't show it in front of Fu Zhiyuan.

The character she has built up for a long time cannot be destroyed just because of Yan Qing.

"Ms. Fu is a distinguished guest, why would she do something like secretly taking photos?"

Meng Wantang looked at Fu Zhiyuan flatteringly.

"Besides, if the Meng family has it, how can the Fu family not have it?"

Fu Zhiyuan didn't say anything, just smiled and nodded.

"I'm sorry, I have some of what the Meng family has."

Yan Qing raised the corners of his lips provocatively.

"Cousin, it's not like you haven't been to Yunjing Garden before. Would I secretly take pictures of you?"

Meng Wantang was choked and her face turned red and white.

"You asked me to come here, not because I wanted to. Since you want to take my phone, I'm leaving."

After saying that, Yan Qing really turned around and left.

"Wait a moment!"

Meng Wantang grabbed her, with flames of hatred dancing in his eyes.

"You...you go in. My cousin won't tell anyone else about the phone."

"uh-huh."

Yan Qing shrugged, his expression somewhat contemptuous.

"You should have told me earlier."

While they were arguing about the phone in front of the door, Meng Yunxi hurried over.

"What are you guys dawdling about for?"

He acted like nothing happened.

"I've been looking for you for a long time. Come in now."

Yan Qing couldn't help but sneer - these brother and sister are both better at acting than the other.

Meng Yunxi ignored her expression, took a step forward and pushed open the mahogany door.

A simple and ancient atmosphere blows over.

Yan Qing looked straight ahead and saw Old Master Meng sitting on the armchair in the center, with Wu Dai, Meng Tianchan and Meng Youze on his left and right.

It is worth mentioning that there is a pearly white figure standing behind Mr. Meng - it is Xue Ning.

Her expression remained indifferent, like a white plum blossom blooming alone in the cold.

"Grandpa, Mom!"

Meng Wantang called out obediently, and after getting a nod of agreement from Old Man Meng, she walked briskly to stand behind Meng Tianchan and began to watch the show.

"Zhi Yuan, what are you doing here?"

Wu Dai frowned.

"There are adults here, go and take care of your sister."

Fu Zhiyuan pursed her lips and shook her head, "Mom, I want to stay here."

Wu Dai nodded when she heard this.

"Well, it would be good for you to stay and see the world."

Fu Zhiyuan glanced at his mother with an indescribable look, forced himself to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, and stood behind Wu Dai, imitating Meng Wantang.

Yan Qing stood far away at the door, looking straight at Mr. Meng.

She has lived for so many years, but she can't even remember what this so-called grandfather looks like.

When I was sixteen, at Meng's house, I seemed to have seen him from a distance.

It’s just that Yan Jin and Yan Qing are as unpopular as their mother.

The hatred extends to the whole family. Mr. Meng hates them, and there is no such thing as having a son and daughter.

Yan Qing tilted his head, but couldn't help thinking that four years ago, this old man didn't seem to be so decadent.

Her gaze was straight, and there was really no respect to speak of.

Sure enough, Mr. Meng was angered.

"Asshole! Who taught you to look at people like that? You don't know any rules at all!"

Mr. Meng raised his cloudy eyes, his old body trembling a little, and shouted angrily,

"You useless thing, why don't you kneel down and admit your mistake!"

Yan Qing raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a mocking smile, without any fear at all.

"Why?"

"You know it yourself!"

Mr. Meng slapped the mahogany table, then started coughing in anger.

"Asshole, cough cough cough..."

Meng Tianchan frowned in surprise.

It’s true that my father has a bad temper, but Yan Qing hasn’t said anything yet, and he actually got so angry?

Although he is old, his mind is still clear.

What's more, after so many ups and downs over the years, one would not have gotten to where he is now without some cunning.

How could he lose his composure so easily because of a junior?

Unlike his sister's confusion, Meng Youze smiled with understanding.

The reason why the old man suddenly got angry was actually very simple - Yan Qing looked too much like Meng Zhiyu.

He had long been accustomed to Meng Zhiyu's patience and timidity, and subconsciously believed that the owner of this face should be allowed to be manipulated at will.

But Yanqing was just the opposite of her mother and refused to even lower her head.

Old Master Meng had never seen such a provocative and contemptuous expression on Meng Zhiyu's face.

But today I saw it on Yan Qing’s face.

No wonder Mr. Meng couldn’t accept it and started to get angry.

Who says anger isn't a defense-breaking behavior?

"Ah."

Thinking of this, Meng Youze couldn't help but chuckle.

Mr. Meng was used to this good-for-nothing son and just glared at him fiercely.

"Now that everyone is here, I'll be frank with you."

Wu Dai spoke proudly,

"You all saw what this little bastard did to my daughter. If he doesn't give me an explanation, this matter will never end."

Before the Meng family members could speak, Fu Zhiyuan spoke eagerly.

"Mom, it's not like that. It was Xinyao who provoked them first—"

"Shut up! What do you know?"

Wu Dai was also angry.

"Did you see what happened to Xinyao? You are Yaoyao's biological sister!"

"Mom, you need to hear what's going on!"

Fu Zhiyuan's loss of composure made Yan Qing, who was watching from the sidelines, feel strange.

"It was clearly Xinyao who provoked others first and insulted Ms. Meng Zhiyu. Can't Yanqing be angry?"

Wu Dai looked at her strangely, as if the person in front of her was not her own daughter.

"Mom! You have to be reasonable! What's wrong with someone defending his own mother?"

Fu Zhiyuan stamped his feet anxiously.

"Besides, our two families have such a good relationship, and today is Aunt Meng's birthday. Why do we have to make things so awkward?"