newbobooks Chapter 728 He had the desire to steal but lacked the courage.
Chapter 728 He had the desire to steal but lacked the courage.
Meng Qingge's thoughts were written all over her face; Lin Ping could easily see through her hesitant expression.
Even when asked directly, Meng Qingge still hesitated, clearly worried about something.
"It was my presumption that led me to ask Miss Meng about her troubles," Lin Ping said with a wry smile.
These sarcastic words are simply saying: In Meng Qingge's eyes, I, Lin Ping, am nothing more than a passerby, how could I be qualified to ask about your secrets?
He even deliberately put on a disappointed expression, but inwardly he couldn't help but laugh, "I don't believe you can resist Master Xu's tricks!"
This is clearly an attempt to gain sympathy and make the other person feel guilty.
Before tonight, Meng Qingge might not have fallen for Lin Ping's act.
But now that he has saved her life, putting aside feelings, he is at least her benefactor. It's just a small matter on her mind, why can't she say it?
"Young Master Lin, you misunderstand. It's not that Qingge doesn't want to tell you, but that she doesn't want to cause you any trouble," Meng Qingge explained repeatedly, afraid that Lin Ping would get angry.
The plan worked! Lin Ping felt quite satisfied.
"Trouble? If I were afraid of trouble, I wouldn't be here today," Lin Ping said seriously.
Openly breaking into the Zhang residence and even cutting off Zhang Mingfang's genitals undoubtedly created an immense hatred.
If he were afraid of trouble, why would he do these things?
Meng Qingge lowered her head and said softly, "Zhang Mingfang said that Qingchao arrested me."
"Meng Qingchao? Hmph, he deserves to die!" Lin Ping was furious and smashed the car window with his fist, blood trickling from his knuckles.
"You're bleeding, does it hurt?" Meng Qingge asked with concern, tearing off a corner of her skirt to bandage Lin Ping's wound.
Lin Ping wasn't faking it; he was genuinely angry after hearing those words. It was normal for him to bleed after smashing the car window with his bare hands, but it didn't hurt at all.
"Are you stupid? This is a matter for my Meng family. Why are you so angry?" Meng Qingge glanced at him, her mood turning from gloomy to sunny.
“You are Aunt Huang’s daughter, so of course I have to take care of your affairs,” Lin Ping said seriously.
Meng Qingge's mood darkened again, and she asked coldly, "Just because I'm my mother's daughter?"
This was an easy question, and Lin Ping almost answered it before it was even asked.
"if not?"
That innocent expression is just asking for trouble!
His fervent pursuit of Meng Qingge was not yet over; how could he possibly win her heart at this point?
Moreover, if the other person doesn't like him yet, it would be somewhat awkward for Lin Ping to take the initiative to reveal his feelings.
There's a sophisticated tactic called feigning indifference to lure someone in!
"I'm tired, I need to rest." Meng Qingge rolled her eyes at Lin Ping and closed her eyes to rest.
"Even when she's angry, she's still so beautiful?" Lin Ping exclaimed, unable to resist taking a few more glances.
It must be said that Meng Qingge's exquisite appearance is natural, like a star in the night sky or a pearl in the blue sea.
Lin Ping is the kind of person who is completely powerless against good looks; he even feels that he is going in the wrong direction.
Why not have followed her mother's wishes and married into the Meng family at a young age? Why bother risking your life to cause trouble in the Wu Kingdom?
Of course, Lin Ping would prefer to follow his father's wishes and marry into the Marquis's family early on, living a shameless life with Jiang Yunying.
Even if Meng Qingge was stunningly beautiful, in Lin Ping's eyes, she was not as beautiful as even one of Jiang Yunying's fingers.
My wife is not only beautiful, but also has a great figure and smooth skin.
This woman won't let us touch her, so we don't know if she has a good figure or smooth skin.
"We've arrived. Young Master Lin, it's time to get off the carriage." Meng Qingge slowly opened her eyes, glaring angrily at Lin Ping, who was still in a daze.
"You weren't asleep at all!" Lin Ping exposed him immediately.
Meng Qingge had no desire to deal with such an unromantic person and went straight back to her room.
"Miss seems a little angry? Did Young Master Lin do something?" Rou'er asked, looking confused.
"It's because I didn't do anything," Lin Ping replied with a smile.
His answer only confused the girl more. She even wanted to ask Meng Qingge for clarification, but she was afraid of being scolded.
"Your young lady has been too tired these past few days and needs to rest well. Tomorrow morning, no matter what method you use, don't let her leave her room," Lin Ping said earnestly.
Rou'er nodded subconsciously, not knowing why she listened to Lin Ping so readily.
What else could it be for? Adoration, of course.
"Rou'er, what's going on? Why is my room so warm? Even the floor is warm!" Meng Qingge asked, both surprised and delighted.
It was still snowing heavily outside, and she was shivering even in her cotton-padded coat. But after she went inside, she actually started sweating.
Even after taking off several layers of coats, I still felt a bit hot, and in the end, I was only left with a light jacket.
This temperature was really strange. She even thought she was seriously ill.
Yun'er had been following her around all day, so she couldn't explain it and could only ask Rou'er.
"Young Master Lin said that Miss is afraid of the cold and wants to give you the warmest love," Rou'er replied truthfully.
"He really said that?" Meng Qingge subconsciously hugged the hot water bottle in her arms tighter, a girlish smile on her face.
However, her thin lips were pouting, clearly indicating that she was not satisfied with Lin Ping's answer in the carriage.
“That’s certainly true. Young Master Lin spent a whole day on it!” Rou’er replied confidently.
"Hmph, what a coward with a heart of a thief." Meng Qingge rolled her eyes, then burrowed into the warm blankets.
In the room opposite, Lin Ping was wrapped in a blanket, curled up in a ball, trembling uncontrollably.
To save time, he didn't install underfloor heating for himself.
"Meng, Meng Qingchao, I'd like to see what tricks you'll pull tomorrow." Lin Ping's gums trembled incessantly, not from the cold, but from anger.
As he was leaving the Zhang residence, he noticed Meng Qingchao hiding in the shadows, his eyes filled with malice, as if he were plotting something again.
If Lin Ping guesses correctly, this guy will do something suicidal tomorrow.
Lin Ping was in a dilemma. Should he kill him? Or should he kill him?
Forget it, I'll kill them tomorrow.
Since arriving in Kyoto, Lin Ping hadn't killed anyone in a long time and was actually missing it. Today, he was quite unhappy about killing Zhang Mingfang.
Despite being hungry and cold, Lin Ping slept soundly.
The morning sunlight chased away the last snowflake, and the entire east wing began to bustle with activity.
Meng Yuanping and his wife, along with Meng Qingfan, all received a notice for an emergency meeting.
As the person in charge of the winery, Meng Qingge should have attended, but the servant responsible for relaying the message was stopped at the door by Rou'er, who refused to let him in no matter what.
In the warm and comfortable environment, Meng Qingge lingered in bed, showing no signs of waking up.
Meng Qingfan, being cautious, arrived at Lin Ping's room ahead of time and hurriedly said, "Brother-in-law, I don't know what Meng Qingchao is up to again. He gathered everyone together early in the morning. You should come with me to take a look."
"Oh? Such a good thing? Let's go!" Lin Ping excitedly crawled out of bed, having already expected this.