Although Meng Zhao was reluctant to leave Qingying, he also didn't want to destroy her "happy family". After taking a deep look at her, he reluctantly left.

After recognizing Qingying, Meng Zhao didn't have to hide in the dark anymore. As long as Lin Heng wasn't there, he would come out to see her.

Qingying was sitting alone on the stall selling cakes, and Meng Zhao walked up slowly.

Suddenly, a shadow covered her head. Qingying raised her head, smiled, and said softly, "Sir, what kind of cakes would you like?"

But after seeing the familiar and handsome face of the visitor, the smile on her face froze. She looked at the man in surprise, "Young Master, you..."

Meng Zhao took out a silver ingot and handed it to Qingying, "I want them all. Is this silver ingot enough?"

Qingying shook her head and refused to take the silver. "Young Master, you can't eat that much, why buy it and waste it? There will be other customers who want to buy it

later." Meng Zhao felt sorry for Qingying, "You have been sitting here all day and it's hard. You might as well pack up the stall early and go home to rest. It doesn't matter who you sell to. It's okay for others to buy it, but why can't I buy it?"

Qingying pouted, "Others buy it because they really want to eat it. You buy it and don't eat it, what a waste."

"I'll eat it. I'll eat it all and show you." Meng Zhao picked up a box of cakes of unknown flavor and stuffed it into his mouth, one bite at a time, eating it voraciously, and the crumbs fell off.

After a while, he had finished two boxes of cakes.

But this cake is dry, and it's easy to choke if you eat too much.

Meng Zhao ate too fast and started burping on the spot: "Uh...uh..."

Qingying saw this and quickly took out her own water bottle, uncorked it and handed it to him: "Don't eat anymore, hurry up and drink some water."

Meng Zhao took the water bottle and drank it in big gulps.

His protruding Adam's apple rolled and he drank a lot of water before he stopped burping.

Qingying took the water bottle and began to pack up the stall and put the remaining cakes into the bamboo basket.

Meng Zhao looked at Qingying who was packing up and asked, "Qingying, what are you doing..."

"Well, I'm not selling anymore. Close the stall early and go home to rest." This is

to prevent someone from continuing to eat cakes and choking.

Meng Zhao raised the corners of his lips, reached out and took the bamboo basket, and let Qingying go back empty-handed.

The two walked side by side. Meng Zhao glanced at Qingying, who was walking slowly because of her big belly, and said with some heartache:

"Qingying, your belly is so big, why does the man let you go out to make money? Shouldn't you rest at home? If something goes wrong, what should we do?"

Qing's father, mother, and Lin Xian were all worried about Qingying, and advised her to rest at home and not to work outside.

But Qingying felt that she was a woman and would have to raise a child alone in the future.

She had to work hard to save some money to raise the child.

So she thought about selling it for another month and not selling it next month.

Qingying has been used to doing rough work since she was a child. She has been doing this pastry business since she was thirteen years old. She has become accustomed to it. She sits on the stall every day. With the tarpaulin to protect her from rain and sun, she doesn't feel it's hard.

In response to Meng Zhao's question, Qingying touched her belly gently and smiled faintly, "Raising a child is a big expense. I have to save more money so that he can live a better life."

Meng Zhao paused, glanced at Qingying's bulging belly, took out two silver ingots from his sleeve and put them in her hand, "This is my meeting gift for the child. Keep it and buy him some food and clothes in the future."

Even though the child in Qingying's belly was not his, Meng Zhao still generously gave her the only two silver ingots he had left.

He couldn't bear to see Qingying suffer so much. She was a kind and good girl who should be cherished and pampered, and shouldn't live such a hard life.

Qingying thought that Meng Zhao had escaped from marriage, and he left in a hurry, so he must not have brought much silver with him. Today he had given her three silver bars, and she didn't know if he had any more, so she asked:

"Master, you gave me the silver, do you have any more?"

Meng Zhao patted his chest and said, "Of course I have some. The thing that our Meng family lacks the least is silver. When I left home, I brought a huge banknote, which is enough for three or two years."

In fact, there was no silver.

These two silver bars were the last silver that Meng Zhao had.

On the day he ran away from his marriage, he hurriedly rode a horse and only cared about chasing Aoying, without even thinking about getting money.

After he escaped, he pawned his wedding dress, which was made of fine fabric, fine workmanship, and embroidered with gold thread, and only then did he exchange it for some silver.