Du Qinglan had no choice but to accept the silver notes.
"Then I'll save it for you, and also for us in the future."
"Spend with confidence, spend boldly, the Qiao family has no shortage of money." Da Meng was most confident about this.
Fearing that Du Qinglan might really leave it unused, he added another sentence.
"I also want to be someone who is useful to you."
Du Qinglan's eyes welled up with tears, and she opened her arms and threw herself into Da Meng's embrace.
With the warm, soft body in his arms, Da Meng felt as if his soul had been ripped away, his mind went blank, and he didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
However, before he could even raise his hand, Du Qinglan released him.
"Then take me home."
"Okay, sure."
Du Qinglan's home was in a small alley three streets away, a small courtyard house. She was an orphan, and this small courtyard house was given to her by a kind person who took pity on her.
As for the identity of that kind person and whether he had any further connection with Du Qinglan, Da Meng didn't want to ask.
She's a pitiful girl. Even if her past wasn't entirely bright, he wouldn't care, as long as they get along well in the future.
The heavy snow stopped, leaving a thick layer of snow on the road. The moon peeked out from behind the clouds, casting its light upon the earth.
The moonlight and the snow complemented each other, making the courtyard crystal clear.
Du Qinglan stood at the gate of the courtyard, holding an umbrella, watching Da Meng leave into the distance.
Once the person was out of sight, that gentle and considerate face suddenly turned cold and resolute, as if her eyes, which had been full of autumn waves, were now filled with icy indifference.
She raised her hand, looked at the three ten-thousand-tael silver notes, and chuckled softly. Her upturned face was filled with increasing sarcasm.
She toiled away for years, living a life worse than a pig or a dog, and all she received was far less than the 30,000 taels of silver that Qiao Dameng casually pulled out.
It seemed as if a few more snowflakes were falling, and Du Qinglan opened her mouth.
"Mom, do you know? For the first time in the past two weeks, I've truly felt like a human being."
"But I have no way back."
Da Meng ate some tea and snacks, but his stomach was empty when he got back. Fortunately, there was food left at home, so he buried his head and wolfed it down.
For this young man, who is not yet eighteen and full of vigor, he has to undergo high-intensity training every day. He simply cannot get through a meal without three bowls of rice and a pound of meat.
Madam Lü asked, "Where have you been? Didn't you invite the person you were talking to to dinner?"
"We mainly talked about business. We had tea and snacks, but we weren't full."
Lady Lü did not ask any further questions.
Looking at her eldest son's tall and strong physique, and thinking that he was almost eighteen years old, Da Yong's two children were already over a year old, Qiao Xi'er was more than six months pregnant, Da Cheng was married, and Pei Qingrong had just become pregnant.
Next up is Da Meng.
She then sat down opposite her son and began to patiently and earnestly persuade him.
"Da Meng, don't just focus on military affairs. See if there are any girls in the capital that you like and that catch your eye. Try to get your marriage settled within a year."
Da Meng remembered Du Qinglan's words and said vaguely, "Mother, don't make arrangements for me. I have my own ideas."
Upon hearing this, Lady Lü was overjoyed, wondering if there was a chance.
It's still in the development stage, which is why the son won't say anything. When the time comes, they will be allowed to meet the girl.
Maybe tonight, Da Meng is going on a date.
Mrs. Lü was secretly pleased: "Alright, I won't bother you anymore. You've grown up and become more and more sensible. You can make your own decisions."
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