Hearing that Zhao Wan was going to chase him away, Meng Xun's body froze, and his pale face suddenly turned three points paler.

He moved his bloodless thin lips and asked weakly: "Wan Wan, you still won't forgive me?"

"I..." Zhao Wan turned her head away, not looking at the hurt expression on the man's face, for fear that she would be soft-hearted.

She pursed her red lips and deliberately said in a cold voice: "You Meng family are treacherous. Dad has already ordered me not to have anything to do with you two brothers. You should leave quickly, and Dad will be back soon."

"Wan Wan..." Meng Xun called sadly on the bed, hoping that Zhao Wan would turn around and look at him.

However, she didn't.

Zhao Wan did not look back at Meng Xun. She called out loudly to the door, "Chunyue, the second young master has woken up. Please show him out."

"Yes."

Chunyue responded and led two strong servants in.

She walked to the bed, made a "please" gesture, and said to Meng Xun, "Second young master, please go back."

The two servants who came in frowned and looked ferocious.

It seemed that if Meng Xun did not leave, they would throw him out.

Meng Xun had caught a cold and was a little weak at the moment. Naturally, he was no match for these two servants.

Besides, it was really late.

When the old man of the Zhao family came back and found that Meng Xun had entered his daughter's concubine's room again, he would be so angry that he would beat him to death.

Although Meng Xun was reluctant, he had to get up and leave.

He got up, walked slowly to the door, and turned back to look at Zhao Wan, his eyes full of reluctance.

The man's pale thin lips moved, and he gently instructed: "Wanwan... take good care of yourself, I will come to see you in a few days."

Zhao Wan didn't say a word, still turned her back to Meng Xun, and ignored him.

Meng Xun sighed, retracted his lingering gaze, raised his long legs, and walked out of Zhao's house slowly.

His Wanwan was annoyed with him in her heart, and she didn't even give him a glance.

Recently, Meng Xun frequently appeared at the door of Zhao's house, knelt down to apologize, and gave generous gifts, but he didn't get Zhao Wan's forgiveness.

He was afraid that if he showed up too often, it would backfire and make Zhao Wan even more angry, so he thought about not going to Zhao's house for the next few days.

He would go when she calmed down.

Ten days later.

It was a rare good day with clear skies, gentle breezes and warm weather.

After breakfast, Meng Xun rode a sturdy horse and went to Zhao's house with a generous gift.

When he reached the street not far from the gate of Zhao's house, he heard a noise.

He looked up and found that the street ahead was crowded with pedestrians, who were gathered together, whispering, and talking about something.

The horse suddenly stopped for some reason.

Even if Meng Xun urged it and whipped it lightly with the whip, the horse refused to move forward.

Meng Xun glanced at the crowded crowd, then lowered his eyes to look at the white horse under his crotch, his eyes turned, and he immediately got off the horse.

He pulled the white horse to a big tree beside the street, tied the reins, then turned and walked towards the crowd, asking the women in front who were talking: "Madam, what happened? Why is it so lively here?" The lady

in the lead had an expression of watching the excitement, grinning and replied: "Sir, don't you know? The daughter of the wealthy merchant Zhao Si in the south of the city is holding a martial arts competition to find a husband."

She pointed at The tall man standing on the stage said, "Look, the Zhao family's future son-in-law is so handsome. He is not only skilled in martial arts, but also very talented. In just one stick of incense, he composed three love poems on the spot as a gift to Miss Zhao. Don't you think he's amazing?"

The daughter of the wealthy businessman Zhao Si Laoye...

Meng Xun was stunned, and then realized that the daughter was Zhao Wan.

Meng Xun was a little panicked.

Wanwan was participating in a martial arts competition to marry someone else?

No.

He shook his head secretly, immediately pushed through the crowd, and squeezed in.

On the stage, the old man of the Zhao family walked out of the attic slowly, holding the beautiful Zhao Wan.

With a smile on his face, he led Zhao Wan step by step to the winner on the stage, and then gently placed his daughter's little hand in the man's big palm.

"Wait!"

A loud shout suddenly came from the crowd, and the agile Meng Xun flew onto the stage in one step.

As soon as he landed, he immediately snatched Zhao Wan's little hand back.

Meng Xun looked at the three people present and said loudly: "And me, I also want to participate in the competition."

Zhao Wan glanced at the man, her expression did not fluctuate much, she shook her arms hard and pulled her little hand out of the man's palm.

When the old man of the Zhao family saw Meng Xun's face clearly, his face immediately sank.

It's the annoying second young master of the Meng family again!

He pointed at Meng Xun and shouted angrily, "Come here, hurry up and get this troublemaker off the stage. He is not worthy of attending the young lady's matchmaking party!"