Meng Zhao hugged Qingying tightly, buried his head in the girl's delicate neck, and whispered: "Qingying, I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't bother you again, but I can't control myself, I miss you too much, let me hug you, okay?"

The man's words were soaked with deep reluctance and sorrow, which moved Qingying a little, and finally couldn't bear to push him away.

Meng Zhao raised his head, held Qingying's cute little face with both hands, and blamed himself: "Qingying, it's all my fault, it's my fault that I came too late, if I could have come earlier, would everything still have room to turn around?" Qingying

looked at the man in front of her with a face full of regret, grief and self-blame, and didn't quite understand the deep sorrow in his black eyes.

What is there room for turning around?

What did he mean?

Meng Zhao lowered his eyes to glance at Qingying's bulging belly, and asked harshly: "Qingying, is that man good to you? How old is your child?"

Qingying paused for a moment, and then realized that the eldest master had misunderstood that she was already married and pregnant with someone else's child.

The man he was talking about should be Brother Hang.

Brother Hang is her aunt's son and her cousin, so he helps her everywhere.

If someone doesn't know the truth, nine out of ten times they would think that Brother Hang is her husband.

Qingying didn't want to explain Meng Zhao's misunderstanding.

Let him misunderstand, he is now married to Miss Zhao, and it will not end well for her to be entangled with him, so it is better to end it here.

Qingying caressed her bulging belly lovingly and said softly, "He is very good to me. Our child is already two and a half months old. The doctor said that the child is well-nourished and will be strong like his father, so he looks pregnant."

After that, she raised her eyes to look at Meng Zhao and asked, "My Lord, are you and Miss Zhao doing well?"

Seeing that Qingying liked this child born by someone else so much, Meng Zhao felt even more bitter. He said sadly, "I didn't... I didn't marry her."

Qingying was startled, her beautiful eyes widened, and she looked at Meng Zhao in surprise, "Why... why didn't you get married? Aren't the wedding banquets ready?"

"Before I went to pick up the bride, I wanted to go back to the house to see you. After I went back to the house, I found that you had already left. The servant said that you took your bag and left in a carriage. I was panicked when I couldn't see you. I took a horse and ran away. The marriage was not completed."

Meng Zhao said self-blamingly: "But it was too late. Even if I went out to find you that day, it was too late. You ended up marrying someone else."

The man's eyes turned red as he spoke, and there seemed to be a flash of water in his dark eyes.

He choked slightly and said: "Qingying, don't worry, I won't destroy your family. As long as he treats you well, I am willing to withdraw. I wish you two a happy marriage and a long life together."

Qingying suddenly understood the regret on the man's face and the deep sadness in his eyes.

He thought he was too late and failed to stop her from marrying someone else, so he regretted it so much.

Seeing the man so sad, heartbroken and grief-stricken, Qingying suppressed the urge to laugh secretly. She had been serving Meng Zhao in the Meng family for more than half a year and had never seen him like this.

Wasn't he always so cold, noble and arrogant before?

As if he didn't care about anything.

Let him be sad for a while now.

Then, she would consider whether to tell him the truth.

Qingying touched her round belly and said maliciously: "Young Master, if Brother Heng treats me badly, will you still accept me and the child I have with him?"

"Of course I am willing to accept you. How can I bear to let you be bullied by others. As for this child..."

Meng Zhao looked down at Qingying's bulging belly, and said with a face full of pain and helplessness: "Since she is your child, no matter who the father is, I... I will treat him well, regard him as my own, and do my best to raise him." The corners of Qingying's

rosy lips curved slightly, and she smiled without saying a word.

The once noble and outstanding Young Master Meng was actually willing to be a sucker and raise a child for others.

If this man didn't really love her terribly, he would never be willing to do such a stupid thing.

Qingying glanced at the sky and saw that it was getting late, so she began to order everyone to leave. "Young Master, at this time, Brother Hang will be back soon. You should leave first. Don't let him see you when he comes back and cause misunderstandings. If Brother Hang bullies me, I will come to look for you again."