There was a night breeze blowing into the room through the cracks in the windows, causing the lights and candles to flicker.
Meng Jia looked at the dark corner of the room expressionlessly and said nothing for a long time.
Uncle Lin's heart went up and down, and he was uneasy, fearing that Meng Jia would not agree to this condition.
At this point, he couldn't help but blame Lin Mi for being stupid, getting carried away, ignorant of the importance, and ruining the layout of the family.
Mengjia is like a wild and fierce horse. It is very difficult to put the bridle on.
The marriage, which was finally brokered, went wrong one after another due to Lin Mi's stupidity, and finally reached this embarrassing stage.
But if they don't cooperate with Meng Jia, the Lin family really doesn't have the confidence and ability to compete with King Shou.
Uncle Lin planned to say a few harsh words to scare Meng Jia, but before he could speak, Meng Jia said calmly: "Okay."
Uncle Lin didn't expect that his wish could be achieved so easily. He was surprised and frightened: "Seriously?"
Meng Jia glanced at him: "If you don't believe me, why do you need to take this trip?"
Uncle Lin was ashamed.
Yes, you have to use Mengjia no matter what, this is the best result.
He waited for Meng Jia to ask about the situation of the next Mrs. Xiaomeng, but Meng Jia did not mention it at all, and only said: "Tell me the situation in Beijing and what your plans are, and let me know what's going on."
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Such a nonchalant attitude made Uncle Lin both happy and uneasy.
No matter who it is, as long as it is someone named Lin, Meng Jia has completely transformed, and it is so realistic that people feel afraid.
At dawn, Uncle Lin couldn't stand it anymore and said in a hoarse voice: "This is probably the case. I have to rush back, otherwise people will be suspicious. Just wait here and I will send someone to keep in touch with you."
Meng Jia nodded slightly and politely sent him to the door.
Uncle Lin was drowsy and was about to mount his horse when Meng Jia called him.
He didn't know why and looked at Meng Jia in confusion.
Meng Jia came over, took off the white cloth mourning belt from his waist, and slowly tied it on his head.
Uncle Lin looked at Meng Jia's bloodshot eyes and solemn expression, and was suddenly moved.
"When I return, I will conduct a grand funeral for her and sacrifice the head of the real murderer to her."
Meng Jia's every word is like a promise weighing more than a thousand catties.
At this moment, Uncle Lin was willing to believe Meng Jia, regardless of whether he really believed in Meng Jia or not.
He patted Meng Jia's broad and strong shoulders, wiped the corners of his eyes in a serious manner, and said sadly: "My condolences."
In fact, he and Lin Mi had no relationship at all.
Some are just forced by their father's orders and have to pretend to have good feelings for their step-sister and their younger sister who have a huge age difference.
The morning mist was like smoke. Meng Jiali stood at the door of the farm, watching Uncle Lin go away, then turned around and told Meng Shishi: "Go to the capital immediately to see if my mother is okay, and then find out the real situation in the capital. Come and report as soon as possible!"
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Meng Shishi said angrily: "The Lin family goes too far! How can there be a family that is busy looking for someone to fill the position before their daughter's body is cold? Based on this alone, this family is not worthy of trust."
Meng Jia was noncommittal: "Everyone gets what they need. If you really feel sorry for me, just go and get things done."
Meng Shishi was full of energy and jumped up and down immediately.
Meng Jia looked at the capital city shrouded in morning mist, and thought sarcastically that he had finally become the same person as his father, Lao Mengxiang. At critical moments, marriages can also be traded.
It’s not that you don’t want to get what you want, but because if you want to get it, you have to pay the price.