The boy didn't move; he stood at the doorway.
"I have something urgent to discuss with your wife, please pass on my message."
The maid felt that he was being ungrateful, insisting on seeing her even after things had been said so far.
"Young master, please don't make things difficult for me. Madam is not feeling well, and I dare not go to inform her. If she catches a cold and her condition worsens, I cannot bear the responsibility."
The boy's amber eyes flickered. "I'll only say one sentence."
"..."
The maid gently shook her head and repeated what she had just said.
“If she doesn’t see me, I will stand here and wait for her… until she comes out.”
"Do as you please."
After leaving those words, the maid turned and went into the mansion, closing the gate behind her.
The boy stood at the bottom of the steps, his sickly face tinged with a listless expression, his lips growing paler from being exposed to the cold for so long, yet his feet remained firmly planted on the ground.
Seeing this, the attendant beside him spoke up to advise him.
“Young master, it’s the same if you come another day. If the master and madam knew that you came to see the young lady, they would definitely be angry.”
"..."
The boy did not answer, but the look of dejection on his brow deepened.
The maidservants dared not punish him arbitrarily, for it would be bad if something happened in the freezing cold.
He walked back to the bedroom door and reported what had just happened to Meng Qingluan again.
Meng Qingluan frowned slightly, a hint of annoyance flashing in her eyes, and she tightened her grip on the storybook in her hand.
What's going on? Are they playing this fake heiress framing game with her?
If she gets sick from the cold, they'll go to her cheap parents and badmouth her. Her whole family will come to her for help and scold her for being heartless and stupid.
The thought of that chaotic scene made Meng Qingluan's vision go black.
He immediately turned and shouted towards the door, "Let him in! Let him get in!"
What a troublemaker.
Meng Qingluan pushed open the door.
Dollar and British Burgundy entered the house unhurriedly, fixed her hair, tied the belt of her overcoat, and stuffed a hand warmer into her bosom to ensure it was completely sealed and no cold wind could get in before hurrying to the hall.
As soon as Meng Qingluan entered the hall, she saw the boy sitting in a chair, his body still trembling slightly.
I felt no pity whatsoever, only irritability and annoyance.
So he knew it was cold too? Then why did he rush her out of her warm bed to see him?
hehe.
They really wanted to frame her.
Hearing the noise outside the door, the boy turned his head and looked over.
Under his gaze, Meng Qingluan slowly sat down in the main seat of the hall, looking at him with icy eyes.
"If you have something to say, then say it; otherwise... get out."
After hesitating for a while, Meng Qingluan changed the word "get lost" that had just slipped out.
Seeing her cold attitude, the young man did not back down. He stood up and slowly spoke.
"Sister..."
"Don't call me 'elder sister'," Meng Qingluan corrected him bluntly. "I don't have any younger brothers."
The boy's eyes drooped even further as he continued, "I know you're angry because of my existence. I'm here today to apologize and explain things to you..."
"What's there to explain? And what's there to apologize for?"
Meng Qingluan was very annoyed, feeling like she was stuck to a piece of pesky plaster.
What should she blame him for?
Why didn't he commit suicide while he was still in his tadpole form during their sex?
The boy, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly raised his head. His eyes were calm, but what he said left Meng Qingluan speechless.
"I am not my parents' biological child."
The boy's voice was very unsteady, like dappled brushstrokes etched in the air; his tone was calm, yet it suppressed an extreme desolation.
Meng Qingluan blinked, quickly regained her senses, and felt no emotion whatsoever.
"So what? You're going to forgive them and become a harmonious family with them? Kid, you can't be that stupid, can you? You think I'd forgive all of this just because you're not their biological child?"
“You’re not even their biological child, yet they’ve kept you by their side. I’m their blood relative…”
"Tsk, forget it, I don't want to say anything more, you can go back."
Meng Qingluan stood up.
The boy shook his head and stood up as well.
“Sister. Father and Mother absolutely love you, please believe me? We just returned to the capital not long ago, and we came to the village to find you as soon as we returned to the Central Plains.”
“We couldn’t find you. We only saw an empty village. After asking around, we learned that the village had been massacred by bandits. We thought you had met with misfortune... That’s why we went back home to hold a funeral for you.”
"oh."
Meng Qingluan remained calm, nodding lightly as if it were none of her business.
"I didn't lie to you."
Seeing that she still looked the same, the boy thought she didn't believe him, and his tone became urgent.
“I know,” Meng Qingluan replied, then suddenly asked, “Why are you looking for my body? Didn’t you see my uncle’s body?”
"..."
silence.
Meng Qingluan suddenly felt that she was being unreasonable, but she didn't think she had done anything wrong.
Why should she forgive? What right does she have to forgive?
She is not the original owner of this body; the original owner had already died from the daily torment.
Forgiveness... is not something she should decide; she merely occupies this body.
If the resentment in their hearts doesn't dissipate, they will never deserve her forgiveness.
Meng Qingluan stood up, placed her hand on his shoulder, and smiled.
"Actually, you could have looked again, but you didn't."
“Sister…” The boy turned around and looked at her back as she passed by.
Meng Qingluan stopped, without turning around, her voice still languid.
"If you're asking for forgiveness, take back what you said. It's annoying to hear."
"Wishing you peace and tranquility, that is my name."
Meng Qingluan raised an eyebrow slightly. "I understand."
Zhu Qing'an asked cautiously, "Can I come and chat with you? I... I don't mean anything by it, I'm just a little bored by myself."
"She's busy; she has to stay with me."
Before Meng Qingluan could answer, Shen Yan walked into the hall and forcefully rejected him.
Zhu Qing'an's gaze fell on Shen Yan, and with just one glance, he had already guessed his identity.
Where is his brother-in-law?
A flash of ferocity suddenly crossed his usually calm eyes, but it vanished so quickly that it was impossible to catch.
But it just so happened that Shen Yan, the person involved, saw it.
Shen Yan understood immediately; it seemed his brother-in-law had a lot of issues with him.
It seems he's not as innocent and harmless as he appears on the surface?
Meng Qingluan naturally didn't want to agree to his words, since Shen Yan had already spoken for her.
She couldn't possibly embarrass her pampered little husband, especially when things were going her way.
"Yes, I'm busy."
Zhu Qing'an lowered her head again, the faint light in her eyes quickly fading.
He forced a smile, his obedient yet pitiful demeanor possessing a beauty that was both broken and resilient.
"I was being presumptuous and didn't consider my sister's schedule."
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