After rebirth, I became a treacherous minister Black Moonlight

After Lu Lingxiao finished speaking, he didn't receive Meng Qianqian's reply for a long time, so he turned his head and glanced at Meng Qianqian.

As a result, he found that Meng Qianqian was staring at his... butt.

Lu Lingxiao frowned, moved to the side, looked at the place where he had just sat, and asked, "Is there something filthy?"

Meng Qianqian paused and said, "Husband, don't say that about yourself."

Lu Lingxiao: "..."

Lu Lingxiao suppressed his anger and said, "Forget it. You are young, so I won't bother with you. It's okay for you to behave rudely in front of me, but don't talk back to your mother."

Meng Qianqian said, "My mother treats me very well, why would I contradict her?"

Lu Lingxiao was choked by Meng Qianqian again.

Lu Lingxiao glanced at her and said earnestly: "As long as you behave yourself, I will treat you well in the future."

"Oh."

Meng Qianqian responded indifferently.

All of Meng Qianqian's reactions were completely different from what Lu Lingxiao had imagined.

Lu Lingxiao had clearly prepared himself for her to cry and make a fuss, but now, he just felt like he had punched cotton.

Lu Lingxiao felt a little embarrassed. He glanced around and saw a few yellowed letters on the bedside table.

He recognized at a glance that these were the letters he had written to her.

One letter per month, six in total.

In fact, there was not much content in it, just wishing her well, and reminding her to eat well, and to be filial to her parents, grandmother and great-grandmother.

She was illiterate, and asked her mother to reply to the first few letters. Only the last letter was replied by herself, and her handwriting was crooked and looked like scribbles.

It turned out that in order to write back to him, she began to learn to write from her mother.

In the letter she asked him when he would be home.

He said he would come back when she grew up.

Now she has really grown up, and he has returned as promised.

But things between them could never go back to the way they were before.

Now that he had Wan'er, he understood love for the first time in his life, and he would never fall in love with another woman again.

Even if it's his own wife.

Lu Lingxiao looked at Meng Qianqian's young and immature face and wanted to say something else, but he heard the anxious voice of the maid outside:

"General! General, are you here? Miss Wan'er suddenly feels unwell——"

Lu Lingxiao's face changed, he immediately stood up and left without looking back!

Banxia and Nanny Li entered the house.

The two of them are Meng Qianqian's companions and the people Meng Qianqian trusts the most in the Lu family.

Meng Qianqian glanced at the letter that was deliberately placed on the bedside table and said calmly, "Don't act on your own again in the future."

Banxia lowered her head guiltily: "I understand, Miss."

Meng Qianqian said: "Change the bed sheet."

Banxia said hurriedly: "Yes!"

After changing the mattress, Meng Qianqian asked Banxia to take out her carved box.

It was filled with letters that Meng Qianqian had written to her "deceased husband" over the past five years, nearly a hundred of them. The handwriting had changed from being unsightly at first to gradually showing more elegance, and later on, it had become a pleasing small calligraphy with flower-shaped characters.

Banxia asked excitedly, "Miss, do you want to send these letters to your uncle? Once your uncle understands your feelings for you over the years, he will definitely change his mind!"

Meng Qianqian said without hesitation: "Burn it."

Friendship is hard to come by, but some people don't deserve it.

When Meng Qianqian married into the Lu family, one reason was to bring good luck to the old lady, and there was another unknown reason, which was to solve the urgent problem of the Lu family.

Although the Lu family seems prosperous on the surface, they have actually been heavily in debt for a long time. It was the huge dowry that Meng Qianqian brought that filled all the holes in the Lu family.

The expenses of the mansion in recent years have all been supported by Meng Qianqian's dowry.

Banxia choked up and asked, "Miss, do you really want to burn it? Then what is the value of your efforts over the past few years?"

Meng Qianqian picked up a fried fruit and said, "It's like I've fed my sincerity to a dog."

Nanny Li came over and frowned, "The young lady said she wanted to burn it, didn't you hear it?"

Banxia couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into tears:

"Uncle-in-law is too much... How can uncle treat young lady like this... How will young lady live in the mansion from now on..."

Nanny Li looked back at Meng Qianqian, who was sitting on a chair and quietly counting fried fruits, and sighed deeply.

Yes.

The girl was of humble origin and had no family around her, so when she was wronged she had no one to complain to, let alone anyone to back her up.

The son-in-law should have been the young lady's greatest support, but now he has someone outside and brought him back home openly.

How will our young lady gain a foothold in the Lu family in the future?

Nanny Li suddenly thought of someone: "Miss, how about——"

"Mommy."

Meng Qianqian spoke.

"Hey, miss."

"I'm going to sleep now. Remember to close the door when you go out, and don't call me tomorrow morning. Also, there are five less fried fruits today."

Nanny Li was startled.

Meng Qianqian sat on the bed and lowered the curtains.

The next day, Meng Qianqian slept until she woke up naturally.

When she woke up, she was told that Lu Lingxiao had come early in the morning and had been sitting in the warm room waiting for her.

This gave Banxia and Nanny Li, who had already given up hope, some hope again.

The two of them picked out a bright pink corseted dress for Meng Qianqian to wear, and paired it with a pink and white peach fur cape.

Meng Qianqian is naturally beautiful. Even without makeup, her eyebrows are like distant mountains, her nose is like a hanging gall bladder, and her lips are red without any makeup. She has the brightness and vitality that is unique to her age, and is as beautiful as a peach or plum.

The little girl who used to cry for entertainment has grown into a graceful young lady.

Lu Lingxiao was stunned.

Meng Qianqian asked: "What are you doing here?"

Lu Lingxiao felt that this girl seemed to have two faces. She was well behaved in front of her mother, but ever since he told her about Wan'er last night, she had never been in a good mood towards him again.

Lu Lingxiao looked away and said calmly, "My mother asked me to come here to ask you to have breakfast together. I've been waiting for you for more than half an hour. Do you usually get up so late?"

Without waiting for Meng Qianqian to answer, Lu Lingxiao said, "Get up earlier next time."

Meng Qianqian gets up earlier than the chickens every day, but since the old lady and the old lady were not at home these two days, Lu's mother let her rest a little longer.

Meng Qianqian did not make any excuses.

If a man's heart is biased, it will be useless no matter how much you say.

The two went to Lu's mother's yard.

In Lu Lingxiao's memory, his mother always had to stand by and serve her when his grandmother was having meals.

Mother Lu didn't treat Meng Qianqian like this.

She took Meng Qianqian's hand and sat down, then piled all the delicious food in front of Meng Qianqian.

Looking at the empty plate in front of him, and then at Lu's mother who kept picking up food for Meng Qianqian, Lu Lingxiao suddenly began to doubt who was the biological child.

"Osmanthus cake."

Meng Qianqian said.

Mother Lu patted the back of Meng Qianqian's hand and smiled: "Okay, okay, sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Chuntao, go to the kitchen and urge them to prepare it."

Chuntao looked embarrassed.

"What's wrong?" asked Lu's mother.

Chun Tao said awkwardly, "The osmanthus cake has been sent to Miss Lin."

Mother Lu frowned: "Didn't you say it was made for the eldest young master's wife?"

Chun Tao secretly glanced at Lu Lingxiao: "I said..."

Lu Lingxiao put down his chopsticks and said, "I asked the kitchen to send it over. Wan'er also wanted to eat osmanthus cake."

As he spoke, he looked up at Meng Qianqian who was sitting next to Lu's mother, "You're not going to argue with Wan'er over even a portion of pastry, are you?"