The man's gaze was sharp and cold, leaving no room for evasion.

Qingying was startled, feeling ashamed of being caught in bed by her husband. She quickly broke free from Meng Xun's hand and took two steps back.

Meng Zhao glanced at Qingying, who was still standing there stupidly, and frowned slightly.

This woman really doesn't know how to read people's expressions. Does she think she'll be fine if she just stands there stupidly?

Meng Zhao called in the direction of Qingying, "Come here."

Qingying pinched the fabric of her sleeves nervously, walked slowly to Meng Zhao, and asked in a low voice, "Young Master, why are you here?"

Meng Zhao looked at the terraced fields in front of him, and said seriously, "I heard that the scenery in the western suburbs is good, so I asked Meng Wu to push me here to take a look."

"Oh."

Qingying didn't think much about it, and really thought Meng Zhao was here to see the scenery.

After all, the scenery here is pretty good. The large terraces are stacked up one step after another, magnificent and magnificent, like a ladder leading straight to the sky, quite ornamental.

It just felt a bit coincidental that this place was near her home.

It was also so coincidental that I ran into her and Meng Xun talking.

Qingying was a little nervous. The scene of Meng Xun grabbing her hand just now was seen, and the words he said to persuade her to divorce must have been heard.

Now, Meng Zhao must know that she lied that night and denied her relationship with Meng Xun. Who knows how he will punish her.

Meng Zhao grabbed the girl's hand and wiped it with his sleeve, as if he wanted to wipe off something dirty.

After wiping it a few times, he put the white and tender little hands on the armrest of the wheelchair and ordered: "I have also seen this scenery. I am a little tired. Push me back to the mansion."

"Go back to the mansion?" Qingying was stunned, and then reacted, immediately looking at Meng Zhao pitifully: "Young Master, the lady has allowed me to go home for three days to visit my relatives."

Meaning, she didn't want to go back to the Meng Mansion now, and hoped that Meng Zhao would not deprive her of the leave to visit her relatives.

Meng Zhaoqi felt that Meng Wu was not attentive enough to him, and he could not sleep well at night when Qingying was not around. He

came here today just to bring her back home.

Especially after seeing the scene just now, he wanted to tie Qingying to his side with a rope, take her with him wherever he went, and prevent her from meeting Meng Xun privately.

He just heard that brat Meng Xun urging Qingying to leave the Meng family.

Just when the two were in a stalemate, the cute little Qinghe came running over.

He shouted at the top of his voice: "Sister, mother has prepared dinner, come home and eat quickly."

When he got closer, he found a strange man sitting in a wheelchair next to Qingying.

Qinghe had never seen such a strange thing as a wheelchair, and could not help but take a few more glances.

Meng Zhao was born with a noble air. He just saw Meng Xun and Qingying having a secret meeting. He was unhappy and kept a cold face. The aura of coldness and dignity emanated from him.

He gave people a feeling of keeping strangers away.

Qinghe was timid. He wanted to see but didn't dare to do so openly. So he hid behind Qingying and poked his head out to secretly stare at Meng Zhao.

His fingers were still nervously tugging at the hem of Qingying's clothes.

Qingying touched Qinghe's head and said softly, "This is the eldest son. Come on, tell me, has Qinghe met the eldest son?"

Qinghe listened to his elder sister and walked to Meng Zhao obediently, saying, "Qinghe has met the eldest son..."

Before he finished speaking, Meng Zhao suddenly interrupted him and said slowly, "Call me brother-in-law."

This sentence was like a thunderbolt, which shocked Qingying and Meng Xun.

Qingying widened her eyes in surprise and looked at Meng Zhao in disbelief.