Meng Qi's soul re-integrated into his body, and he awoke from his bed.
He touched his body, tears of joy streaming down his face: "I'm finally back!"
He really had it so tough!
Meng Weixing breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Meng Qi return.
"How did your soul return? Who brought it back to you?"
Meng Qi was about to say it was a beautiful woman, but then he remembered that Meng Xiong's money was missing, and he felt guilty, so he didn't dare to tell the truth.
"That kid from the Yang family didn't really want to harm me. He just locked me up and then let me go," Meng Qi said, spouting nonsense with a straight face.
Meng Xiong flew into a rage: "Meng Qi, I advise you to tell the truth. The money I kept at home has disappeared. Did you do it? Who else but you would know about this?"
"It really has nothing to do with me. What good would it do me to give the money to someone else?" Meng Qi insisted, refusing to admit it to the death.
That was spoken by his soul, not by him personally, so there's nothing wrong with him.
Meng Weixing looked at the father and son and shook his head. This family could not be handed over to Meng Xiong. He could not count on him, let alone Meng Qi.
Even if Meng Qi has exceptionally good fortune, it's all for naught if he's not smart.
Meng Weixing sighed and left alone.
He walked along the path in the courtyard, his hands behind his back, observing the night sky.
"well……"
Meng Weixing sighed, feeling somewhat envious of Yang Nanqiao.
"Ah Fu, tell me, how come that old man Yang Nanqiao is so lucky? His family was on the verge of bankruptcy, but he managed to pull it back up. He found a country girl, and she suddenly became a lucky charm. Has that old man Yang Nanqiao defied the heavens and changed his fate?"
The butler following behind Meng Weixing bowed his head and said respectfully, "Master, Yang Nanqiao is not as fortunate as you. Even if he defies fate, how many more years can he live? Even if he defies fate, it will be at the expense of his descendants. He may be living a happy life, but his descendants will suffer."
Meng Weixing shook his head, his brows furrowed: "Could it be that they're taking advantage of their descendants' good fortune? Haven't you seen how successful all six boys in the Yang family are?"
Afu: "Master, Yang Yu is not successful. I heard that his grades are particularly bad and he is a notorious academic failure."
Meng Weixing: "Could it be that you used Yang Yu's luck?"
Meng Weixing recalled seeing the six sons of the Yang family at the villa; each one was handsome, extraordinary, and promising.
The youngest, Yang Yu, speaks in a way that's deliberately offensive, always defending his friends, and doesn't seem like someone whose luck has been stolen.
The Yang family is truly a mystery.
"Ah Fu, are you saying I haven't received my just deserts?"
Ah Fu quickly shook his head: "Master, how can you think like that? You are the most blessed person."
“If I were truly blessed, I wouldn’t have encountered such a terrible situation and have such a good-for-nothing grandson. Look at Meng Qi, and then look at Meng Xiong, they’re like weeds in the field, one crop after another is worse than the last, not one of them can fight.”
Meng Weixing sighed deeply, growing angrier the more he thought about it; life was just too miserable.
"Ah Fu, wasn't what I did to the Gu family back then too much? Is this why I'm getting my comeuppance?"
The butler shuddered, remembering what happened back then, and he shut his mouth, not daring to speak.
When Meng Weixing didn't get a reply, he turned around and saw the butler looking terrified.
"Hmph, what are you afraid of? Do you think I'd kill you to silence you?"
Afu: "..."
Meng Weixing strode forward and Afu quickly followed, not daring to fall behind for fear of being silenced.
...
Late at night, the stars twinkled and the moonlight was bright.
The warm yellow moonlight shone on the garden of the Yang Family Manor.
A few spider lilies swayed gently in the night breeze, as if silently telling how happy they were here.
A dark, fluffy thing was sitting in the garden, fluttering here and there, looking incredibly happy.
"Woof woof woof".
Before you know it, it even made a sound.
It hurriedly covered its mouth and then chuckled twice.
"Is it fun?"
A soft, babyish voice came from behind it, and it jumped up in fright, barking several times like a startled puppy.
With lights in the garden and the exceptionally bright moonlight tonight, Tuantuan finally saw what this strange thing that had been hiding near the manor looked like.
This ferocious beast resembles a tiger, is the size of an ox, and has a pair of wings.
Xiao Mei: [That's Qiongqi!]
The weasel leaped out: "Really? Is it really Qiongqi? Didn't they say all the Qiongqi are dead? Qiongqi is no good. It's vicious and likes to eat people. It's disloyal and untrustworthy, and it doesn't listen to good people. It only listens to other people's bad words."
Qiongqi said excitedly, "I never expected there to be such a good weasel among the weasels. I love it when you talk. I love weasels like you who specialize in talking bad about people."
weasel:"……"
Xiao Mei: [This isn't Qiongqi, this is just a moron, isn't it?]
Tuantuan stood between Dahuang and Xiaomei. The little girl was wearing a mint green short-sleeved pajama and kiwi slippers. Her black hair was down, making her small face look even smaller, and her grape-like eyes sparkled like stars.
"Did you come out of the stone lion at Old Lady Du's door?"
Qiongqi's eyes lit up, and he said with a fawning expression, "No wonder they all say that there's a cute little dumpling in the Yang family manor who's ruthless, kills ghosts without blinking an eye, and kills people without shedding blood. Seeing is believing, little fairy, I really like you so much. We're the same kind of people! We're both wicked, ruthless, selfish, and repaying kindness with enmity."
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