Aoying knelt on the ground for most of the day without changing her posture.

On weekdays, at noon, Madam Meng would come to Meng Zhao's place to sit for a while and see how her son was doing.

Today was no different.

Meng Zhao didn't want his mother to know that he and Aoying had an unhappy experience.

A moment before noon, he said to the girl who was kneeling on the ground with her head lowered, revealing a slender snow-white neck: "Get up, your mother will be here soon, keep your mouth shut and don't talk nonsense to me."

Aoying raised her head, revealing half of her bloodstained cheek.

She had no expression on her face, and replied respectfully: "Yes, I know I was wrong, and I will never offend the eldest young master again in the future. Thank you for your forgiveness."

After she finished speaking, she stood up. Because she had been kneeling for a long time, her knees were sore, and her body swayed twice.

Meng Zhao was a little surprised when he saw half of her face stained with blood, "You...what happened to you?"

Qingying pursed her lips and didn't answer.

Meng Zhao lowered his eyes and glanced at the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, and he understood immediately.

It should be that when he smashed the cup just now, the porcelain pieces flew up and cut her.

However, this woman is really patient. She didn't say a word even after she bleeds so much.

Although Meng Zhao was angry, he didn't think of hurting anyone. The bloody face in front of him looked a little scary.

He waved his hand, called the waiter standing at the door in, and ordered: "Come, go get a doctor for my aunt."

"No need, it's just a minor wound. Thank you for your concern, young master. I'll just wash my face."

Qingying declined, then walked around the screen and washed her face.

After washing the blood on her cheek, Qingying came out. On the left side of her fair cheek, near the temple, there was a thin scratch.

The scratch was not particularly deep, but it appeared on such a beautiful face, which really affected the beauty.

In fact, Qingying's injury was not serious. The sharp porcelain piece only cut a small cut. Because she lowered her head and knelt for most of the day, she did not raise her hand to wipe it.

The blood that oozed out of the wound kept accumulating and flowing down, staining half of the little face with blood, so it looked a bit scary.

Qingying had just stood there for a while when Madam Meng came.

It was time for dinner.

Qingying stood behind Meng Zhao and served him food.

Before she married into the Meng family, Grandma Wang had already instructed her to take care of Meng Zhao's daily life after entering the house.

She was responsible for eating, bathing, going to the toilet, and sleeping.

Although she was an aunt and could be considered half a master, she was still a servant and her status was not much higher.

Even though she received more monthly salary than an ordinary maid, her work was less stressful than when she used to get up early every day to sell snacks.

Mrs. Meng sat down and ate a few bites of food. She glanced at Qingying's face and was surprised. She asked, "Qingying, what's wrong with your face?"

Meng Zhao paused for a moment. He looked up at Qingying and waited for her answer.

Qingying acted as if it was nothing. She lied, "I was not careful when I walked and bumped into the wall."

Mrs. Meng felt distressed. Qingying's face was one of the most beautiful in Anyang City. Many daughters of wealthy families were not as beautiful as her. Because of this face, she even doubled the betrothal money.

She said to Qingying, "Send a maid to my place tonight to get a box of jade skin cream. It can remove scars and regenerate skin. Be careful in the future, girls, and take good care of your face." Otherwise, how could she please her husband.

Mrs. Meng didn't finish the last sentence, but she felt that Qingying was a smart girl and would understand without being told.

Qingying nodded slightly, "Thank you, madam. Qingying will be more careful in the future."

Mrs. Meng didn't come here specially for dinner. She left after eating only half full.

Only Meng Zhao and Qingying were left in the room.

Meng Zhao had already eaten most of the food, but Qingying hadn't eaten a single bite.

Meng Zhao thought that she was a weak woman who had been kneeling for a whole morning and had lost a lot of blood. Now looking at her, her lips looked a little pale.

He was kind-hearted and said, "Sit down and eat. You don't need to serve the dishes."

Qingying picked up a piece of boneless chicken for Meng Zhao and shook her head to refuse, "I dare not. This is against the rules. I have to wait until the eldest master has finished his meal before I can eat." Meng Zhao

felt choked up and felt that Qingying was deliberately disobeying him. He scolded, "Don't dare? What else do you dare not do? Last night, why didn't you know how to behave? You have a pure and beautiful face, but you are so scheming. Now you pretend to be gentle and virtuous just to show my mother, right?

Qingying stood quietly and let Meng Zhao scold her without saying a word, neither admitting nor denying.

Author: Seeking Pig~( ･᷄ὢ･᷅)