Qingying put down the palm-leaf fan, tidied Meng Zhao's long hair, and called softly: "Young Master, it's getting late, it's time to go to bed."

"Okay." Meng Zhao closed the book and handed it to Qingying.

Qingying took the book and put it back on the bookshelf, then turned around to spread the bedding for Meng Zhao.

After Meng Zhao lay down, she tucked in the corners of the quilt, and was about to turn around and leave, but Meng Zhao grabbed her slender wrist and said, "The quilt is a little cold, warm it up for me before going to bed."

Qingying thought that warming Meng Zhao's bed was just an occasional thing. Meng Zhao was a clean freak, and his bed was not for ordinary people to use.

Without his instructions, she would never dare to go to bed without permission.

She had never thought about warming his bed just now, and since he had asked her to do so, she had no choice but to obey.

Aoying nodded and replied respectfully, "Yes."

She got on the bed carefully, opened the quilt and lay down on the inside.

The two of them lay face to face, and Meng Zhao didn't close his eyes, he just looked at Aoying.

The man's eyes fell on her, making Aoying feel a little uncomfortable.

She bit her lip, and bravely turned over, with her back to Meng Zhao.

Meng Zhao frowned slightly, as if he didn't like her doing this. He said in a cold voice: "Turn around, I don't like people facing their backs to me."

"Yes." Aoying had no choice but to bite the bullet and turned around.

Meng Zhao still didn't close his eyes, just staring at Aoying.

The man staring at her so closely made Aoying feel uncomfortable and slept very uncomfortably.

She raised her eyes to meet his gaze and asked softly, "Young Master, aren't you sleepy?"

"Wait a minute, warm the quilt, and I'll go to sleep."

"Oh."

Speaking of warming the quilt, Qingying wondered if it would be like this in the future, so she asked, "Young Master, will I warm your quilt every night in the future?"

"Yes, if nothing unexpected happens, every night."

Every night?

Qingying thought to herself, this "every night" refers to winter and spring. If it's summer, it's so hot that people sweat. Who doesn't want to sleep in a big bed by themselves? At that time, he won't let her continue to warm his bed. Qingying

couldn't sleep at this time. The two of them lay face to face, and she inevitably saw Meng Zhao opposite.

People with good looks are not only attractive when they look focused and serious, but also look very good when they are lying in bed.

Meng Zhao's smooth black hair spread on the pillow. His nose bridge is very straight, which makes the lines of his facial features more three-dimensional and handsome. The collar of his shirt is loosely open, which only adds a bit of seductive meaning.

Qingying sighed in her heart. Meng Zhao is worthy of being the most noble son in Anyang City. He is really one-of-a-kind. No wonder he makes so many girls lose their minds.

Meng Zhao now looks like a young man in his prime, but Qingying doesn't know how old he is.

She asked, "Young Master, how old are you this year?"

"Twenty-two." Meng Zhao looked at Qingying in confusion, "Why, why are you asking this suddenly?"

"Nothing, just asking casually." Qingying fooled him away, but she was secretly calculating in her heart.

Twenty-two years old.

Generally, the noble sons of famous families have to get married and have children at the age of twenty.

Meng Zhao is twenty-two now, and soon, Madam Meng should arrange a wife for him.

The latest is after the age of twenty-five, which is the latest age for a family like the Meng family.

I think it will only be earlier, not later.

Qingying felt that a handsome and outstanding young man like Meng Zhao should have been engaged to a well-matched lady at his age.

She asked curiously, "Young Master, you are so old now, hasn't your wife arranged a marriage for you?"

Meng Zhao paused slightly, he pondered for a moment, and slowly said, "Yes."

"Two years ago, my mother fell in love with Miss Zhao from the South City Commercial Bank and sent a matchmaker to propose marriage. The Zhao family also accepted the betrothal gifts. They were originally planning to get married at the end of the year, but who would have thought that the old lady of the Zhao family died that year due to old age. Miss Zhao postponed the marriage to three years later in order to observe mourning."

Meng Zhao paused, and continued, "After careful calculation, Miss Zhao only has three months left to observe mourning."