Shen Qinghe sneered, "Sister-in-law, I'm an adult now, not a child."
Meng Zhao was speechless for a moment. Well, in ancient times, Shen Qinghe's age was indeed considered an adult. She sighed, "But you are still relatively young. I hope you can find someone you truly like and not mistake a momentary illusion for real feelings."
"And what about my sister-in-law? You've been so good to me, always thinking of me, and now you're telling me this is just family affection?" His tone was somewhat aggressive, making Meng Zhao feel a little guilty.
But Meng Zhao asked himself honestly, and he had never done anything outrageous, so he straightened his chest and said, "What did I do wrong? Is it wrong for me to be good to you?"
"If my sister-in-law didn't like me, why did she drug me in the first place?"
Upon hearing the words "drugged," Meng Zhao initially didn't react. But after realizing what had happened, her scalp tingled and her heart skipped a beat. She tried to remain calm, but her voice carried a hint of panic: "You... how did you know?"
Shen Qinghe's eyes were dark as he stared intently at Meng Zhao. "Sister-in-law, shouldn't you explain yourself? Could it be that you don't like me, but are just bored and want to use me to relieve your loneliness? And now, you don't like me anymore, so you just kick me aside and claim that it was my imagination?"
As he spoke, he approached Meng Zhao, who retreated step by step. Before this matter was exposed, she had prepared many things in her mind, including how to teach Shen Qinghe to distinguish between feelings, how to adjust his mindset, and how to comfort him. She never expected that all her preparations would be shut down by his words about drugging her.
Moreover, she couldn't refute these words, since it was indeed something the original owner of this body had done.
Only when Meng Zhao's back hit the door frame did Shen Qinghe lean close to Meng Zhao's ear and say, "What's your explanation, sister-in-law?"
The two were so close that Meng Zhao was forced to reach out and press her hand against his chest, her mind racing to find a reason.
At this moment, only the two of them were in the courtyard. The shopkeepers could return at any time to retrieve their items, and Meng Zhao felt a little flustered. She reached out and pushed Shen Qinghe forcefully, but found that he didn't budge. So she said angrily:
"What explanation do I need to give you! Shen Qinghe, get this straight, most of what you eat and use now, even the carriage you take to the exam, is provided by me. I can do whatever I want. Now I'm saying that I only treat you as a younger brother, so you should step back to the position of a younger brother."
Unable to admit that he wasn't the original owner, and unable to find any reasonable explanation, Meng Zhao could only resort to force to suppress him. Unfortunately, upon hearing this, Shen Qinghe's expression became even more somber.
There was a commotion outside the courtyard. Meng Zhao looked towards the door, feeling a surge of tension. Shen Qinghe, however, remained calm, grabbed her wrist from her chest, pulled her into the room, and closed the door behind him.
Meng Zhao tried to break free, but couldn't. He couldn't use the same tricks on him as he did on others, so he could only coldly rebuke him: "What do you think you're doing!"
At this moment, sunlight streamed into the room through the window, but Shen Qinghe's heart was filled with turmoil. He no longer cared about the Three Cardinal Guides and Five Constant Virtues, propriety, righteousness, integrity, shame, or kinship. He simply gripped the other person's hand tightly and pressed it against his.
"I want to tell you, sister-in-law, that you can do whatever you want to me. If you want, you can go and get the medicine right now. I'm willing to take it. You don't need to worry about it." Warm breath brushed against Meng Zhao's ear, carrying a hint of ambiguity and obsession.
Meng Zhao was speechless. Where did she get the medicine? Her own copy had been buried in the ground to destroy evidence when she first transmigrated. The remaining copy in Meng Dashan's hands had also been destroyed under her watch. What kind of nonsense was Shen Qing thinking?
Seeing that his actions were getting more and more outrageous, Meng Zhao could no longer hold back and directly raised her knee to hit his lower abdomen.
Shen Qinghe immediately winced in pain, let out a muffled groan, released his grip, and took two steps back.
Meng Zhao swore that she really wanted to move down two inches more.
Although she showed mercy, she still said coldly, "Was I not clear enough? I have no interest in you. If you behave yourself, we'll be like siblings. If you dare to think of anything else, I'll pry your head open, wash everything out, and then close it again. Let's see if you can still say those things."
After uttering all the harsh words, Shen Qinghe remained silent, head bowed, clutching his lower abdomen. Meng Zhao pursed her lips, ultimately unable to bring herself to be ruthless.
She stepped forward and helped him up. "How are you? Does it still hurt? Why did you have to get so close when you were talking? You brought this on yourself. Do you need me to go to the clinic to get you some medicine?"
Shen Qinghe said in a hoarse voice, "If you want me to give up, don't talk to me like that."
Enraged, Meng Zhao reached out and poked him on the head. "You're really going to cause trouble, aren't you? What are you thinking, kid? What's wrong with what I said?"
Shen Qinghe was poked and raised his head. Only then did Meng Zhao see his face clearly. His usually deep and bright eyes had lost their luster, and there was a layer of mist at the corners of his eyes. His nose was also slightly red. He was obviously angry. Meng Zhao's breath hitched, and he reached out and turned his face to another direction.
He said, both annoyed and amused, "Shen Qinghe, how old are you this year?"
Shen Qinghe's tone was somewhat stubborn, "Even if I'm two years older, I'm not as fickle as my sister-in-law. She can just say she doesn't like me anymore." The resentment in her voice could be smelled from two miles away.
Meng Zhao really couldn't explain this. If she said that she was a reincarnation, she would probably be regarded as a ghost. Was she really going to have to carry this burden until she died?
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