Unable to find the person, Qingying thought that maybe Qinghe had seen him wrong.

Meng Zhao had just been married for a short time, so he should be in Anyang City accompanying Miss Zhao. The two of them were newlyweds and inseparable, so why would he appear in Fushui Town, thousands of miles away?

Besides, why would he come all the way to Fushui Town for no reason ?

This town is remote and backward, and there is no business to do. The eldest master should not appear in this barren town.

Qingying went back to the house, closed the door, and asked Qinghe again, "Ah He, did you really see it clearly? Or are you dazzled and recognized the wrong person?"

It would have been better if Qingying didn't ask this. The more she asked, the more Qinghe doubted whether he had really seen him wrong.

He scratched his head and stammered, "He ran too fast, he ran away like a mouse, I couldn't see clearly."

Seeing his five-and-a-half-year-old brother in such a confused state, Qingying just thought that he was dazzled and didn't take this little episode of today to heart.

A few days later, Qingying went to the market to sell cakes.

On this day, Lin Heng happened to be going to a restaurant ten miles away to deliver goods. He carried the finished cakes to the stall and placed them, then drove away in the carriage.

He told Qingying to go home after selling the cakes, and put the steamers, baskets and so on under the stall, and he would carry them back home when he came back.

The weather was fine, but after the hour of Wei, the sky above was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and it looked like it was going to rain heavily.

Aoying went out without an umbrella today, and she didn't know why the good weather suddenly changed.

The weather was bad, so she thought about packing up the stall early and going home quickly to avoid getting wet if it rained later.

The cakes were almost sold out, with only one or two boxes left. Aoying thought about not selling them and taking them back for her family.

She put the steamer away and placed it under the stall, and took out a bamboo basket to put the remaining cakes in it.

Her belly was obviously bulging, and Aoying didn't dare to walk too fast. She walked slowly with the bamboo basket in her hand.

Just after walking about a hundred meters and turning into the alley, it started to rain heavily above her head. The big raindrops fell with a crackling sound, catching Aoying off guard.

She raised one arm and placed it above her head to block the raindrops that kept falling.

Soon, some water flowed onto the ground and the road was wet.

"Ah..." Qingying was walking and accidentally slipped. She leaned back and was about to fall to the ground.

"Be careful!" Meng Zhao, who was following behind her, was nervous and immediately stepped out to catch her.

She did not fall to the ground, and the expected pain did not appear. Instead, she fell into a broad embrace.

Qingying was startled when she smelled the familiar and pleasant smell of the man. She raised her head and looked at the worried handsome face of the man. She was so shocked that she could not speak.

"Big...Young Master...Why are you here?"

Meng Zhao raised his arms and used his wide sleeves to shield Qingying from the rain. He wiped the raindrops on her cheeks with his fingertips and said worriedly: "Go back first, don't get wet, we'll talk later."

Meng Zhao carried the bamboo basket and went back to the Lin family with Qingying.

As soon as he entered the house and heard the door open, Qinghe ran out immediately.

Seeing a tall man standing next to Qingying, Qinghe pointed at Meng Zhao and shouted in surprise: "Sister, isn't this the mouse?"

Qingying frowned and scolded in a deep voice: "Qinghe, don't be rude!"

Qinghe covered her mouth and immediately realized that she was quick-witted and said the wrong thing.

He glanced at the tall Meng Zhao and weakly called out, "I've met my brother-in-law."

Meng Zhao was very pleased with the word "brother-in-law". He was not annoyed that Qinghe called him a rat.

Qingying's clothes were soaked by the rain. She went back to the house to change into clean clothes before coming out.

Qingying opened the curtain, looked at the man sitting on the chair, walked over slowly, and asked in confusion, "Young Master, why are you here? Is Miss Zhao... here too?"

"She didn't come. I came alone."

"Oh." Qingying lowered her eyes and replied in a low voice.

After not seeing each other for many days, Meng Zhao really missed Qingying. Now that she was standing vividly in front of him, he could no longer suppress his excitement. He stood up, pulled her into his arms, and hugged her tightly.

"Young Master, you..." Qingying struggled to push the man away.

In her eyes, Meng Zhao was a married man at the moment, and she should draw a clear line between herself and him.