Meng Zhao's eyes flickered slightly, and he felt a little guilty, but he said calmly: "I just went to do a small thing."

He took out a bulging purse from his sleeve and handed it to Qingying: "Yingying, this is the betrothal gift. Tomorrow, I will ask your parents for marriage. After the marriage, we can be together openly without having to hide it."

Qingying took the purse, opened it, and saw that it was filled with four gold ingots, a total of one hundred taels of silver.

She was startled, raised her head, and looked at Meng Zhao, whose skin had darkened, in shock. She stammered and asked, "Young Master, have you been doing hard labor to earn money these days?"

Meng Zhao looked at Qingying, curled his thin lips slightly, and chuckled, with a hint of cynicism:

"What nonsense are you talking about? Our Meng family has plenty of money. Would I, the eldest young master Meng, fall to the point of doing hard labor to earn money? This money was brought out by me from the Meng family."

Qingying was not a fool, so how could she be fooled by these words of a man?

Without waiting for Meng Zhao to react, she immediately reached out to pull his collar and took off his clothes.

Just a moment after the clothes were taken off, Meng Zhao reacted and immediately pulled up his clothes to cover his back.

Although the man pulled up his clothes very quickly, Qingying still caught a glimpse of his back. Her nose felt sore and she said, "Don't cover it, I saw it."

The lie was exposed, and Meng Zhao's hand holding the clothes paused. He looked at Qingying embarrassedly: "Yingying, I..."

Qingying reached out again to take off Meng Zhao's clothes. She walked around and looked at the man's red, bruised, and bloody back, covering her hands. She pursed her lips and cried, "You...you are the eldest son of the Meng family, why would you want to do this to yourself for a hundred taels of silver?"

Meng Zhao stood up, held the crying Qingying in his arms, and said distressedly, "Yingying, don't cry, don't cry. Aren't I standing here well now? I'm strong, healthy, and have a good foundation. What's the harm of moving sandbags for a few days?"

"Wuwu..." Qingying choked and sobbed, "Look at your back, how badly it's hurt? Your face is also tanned, how can you still look like the eldest son of the Meng family? What do you want this one hundred taels of silver for? I don't want it."

Meng Zhao gently wiped away the tears rolling down Qingying's cheeks with his fingertips, and said softly: "Without a betrothal gift, how can I have the nerve to propose marriage. The proper etiquette should still be followed. I can't lose your face, right?"

Qingying sniffed and said in a crying voice: "We have already been married once before, why do we need to get married again? You don't have much time to bother."

"It's different." Meng Zhao stared at Qingying with gentle eyes, and said affectionately: "Last time you wore a pink wedding dress and went through a side door. This time I will marry you as my legal wife, so that you can be my wife openly."

Qingying was startled. She looked up at the man, her heart was moved, and the tears in her eyes became more intense.

But this time she was happy, crying tears of joy.

Before, she married him as a concubine.

He was of noble status, and she never dared to dream of being his legal wife.

Naturally, she never thought about getting married again. Unexpectedly

, this man has always wanted to give her a legitimate status. At

this moment, Qingying finally felt Meng Zhao's sincerity.

In the future, no matter what the outcome of the two of them is, she is willing to accompany him through thick and thin, and will not run away again.

Qingying raised her hand and stroked the man's tanned cheek, and said with concern: "Next time, don't act on your own. If you have any problems, you must discuss it with me."

"Okay."

Qingying took the golden sore medicine and applied it on Meng Zhao's wound, and bandaged him with gauze.

It was late at night.

Then, the two went to bed.

Qingying nestled in Meng Zhao's arms, hugging the man's broad chest, and slept soundly.

The next day, Meng Zhao got up early, went back to his residence, changed into decent clothes, washed his face, and came to the Lin family to propose marriage in high spirits.

Meng Zhao arrived in time, and Qing's father and mother had not left the house yet.

He brought two boxes of betrothal gifts and one hundred taels of silver to propose marriage, which was not shabby.

When Qing's father and mother first saw Meng Zhao's handsome face, they were shocked.

Isn't this man the eldest son of the Meng family?

Didn't they come here from afar just to avoid him?

Now, he actually came to their door.

Qing's father and mother looked at their daughter at a loss.

Qingying pulled her parents aside and whispered the whole story of Meng Zhao's escape from marriage. She

also told them that Meng Zhao did not plan to return to the Meng family, but was willing to stay here to accompany her and the child in her belly.

Qingying was pregnant, so Qing's father and mother naturally hoped that their daughter would have a man she could rely on.

But, it also depends on Qingying's opinion.

If Qingying is willing to be with Meng Zhao, they will naturally not object.

When asked by her parents, Qingying said shyly, "I can't let the child be without a father, so I am willing to marry him."

Seeing their daughter's shy look, Qingying's parents understood.

The two people in front of them were in love.

So, the marriage was made.