"If you don't like it, can you really refuse it?" Qingying raised her moist almond eyes and looked at Meng Zhao with disbelief.

He was the high and mighty eldest son of the Meng family, and she was just a humble concubine from a poor peasant family. No matter what, she couldn't refuse him.

At first, she disobeyed his orders and forced him to sleep with her, and he made her kneel for a whole morning.

If she did something wrong, he would always reprimand her in a loud voice.

Her status and his were originally unequal.

"You can refuse." Meng Zhao gently wiped the tears on Qingying's cheeks with his fingertips. He whispered, "You have the right to refuse in front of me. If you don't like it, just refuse. I won't punish you. You should lie in bed and rest for a few days to recuperate. You can let Meng Wu take care of me."

After hearing what Meng Zhao said, Qingying's grievances dissipated a little.

She sniffed and replied in a nasal voice with a hint of tears: "Thank you, young master."

Meng Zhao pinched her small nose and said in a doting tone: "Okay, don't cry anymore. I was wrong about this matter. I apologize to you. I shouldn't have said that and made you misunderstand. I gave you so many dishes because I was afraid that you wouldn't be full, so I gave you more."

Qingying looked up at the man above her in a daze. She actually didn't understand why he was suddenly gentle and considerate on weekdays.

If you say that he asked her to take good care of him, it's not the case.

He doesn't need her to take care of him now, but he will still coax her softly and make intimate gestures to her. He

even promised her the right to refuse him.

His kindness to her, in detail, has actually exceeded the scope of a master to a concubine.

She lowered her eyes and thought to herself, what other relationship could there be between them besides the relationship between master and concubine?

Qingying didn't even dare to think about the other level of status. A wealthy family like the Meng family was definitely not something she could afford to marry. Even

if Meng Zhao really had that in mind, Madam Meng would not agree to a poor peasant girl from a humble background to be the eldest lady of the Meng family. There would be countless obstacles standing between them.

Qingying hid the budding emotions in her heart. She turned to Meng Zhao and said, "My Lord, I am a little tired. Can I take a nap?"

"Well, go to sleep." Meng Zhao tucked in the quilt for Qingying. He held her soft little hand in his palm and said softly, "I will stay here to watch over you. If you feel unwell, let me know."

"Well." Qingying was indeed a little tired. She closed her eyes and fell asleep soon.

Meng Zhao sat by the bed and watched over Qingying for the whole afternoon. After she woke up, he called someone to send some food over.

After Qingying had her meal and recovered some strength, she got up and returned to the East Garden.

After all, this was Meng Xun's house, and Qingying slept on Meng Xun's bed. Meng Zhao was a little bothered by it.

But his legs were inconvenient, so he couldn't carry her back.

And Aoying fainted after vomiting, and her period was still acting up. At this moment, it was not appropriate to urge her to get up, and she should be allowed to rest more.

He had to endure the discomfort in his heart and stayed with her here for the whole afternoon.

During the days when Aoying was having period, Meng Zhao was taken care of by Meng Wu.

Meng Zhao was afraid that Aoying would be tired from standing for a long time and her stomach would hurt, so he let her lie on the bed to rest.

In fact, the period was not as serious as Meng Zhao thought. Except for some pain in the lower abdomen in the first two days, it basically didn't hurt on the third day.

Seeing Meng Zhao's nervous look, those who didn't know the truth would think that Aoying had just given birth.

Three days later, Aoying's period was discharged, and she became energetic again.

Aoying had been bored at home these days, and as soon as her mother left, she wanted to go out for a walk, get some fresh air, and stretch her muscles.

It happened that she had run out of rouge, so after getting Meng Zhao's consent and having lunch, she went out alone to the rouge shop in the market to buy something.

Aoying walked into a well-known rouge shop, and she stood in front of the counter browsing the dazzling array of rouge boxes.

In the middle of the second row was a box of high-quality pink rouge.

Aoying took one look at it and fell in love with it.

She reached out to take it, and at that moment, a porcelain-white, slender hand reached out and touched her little hand.