Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

Chapter 753 So Many Concerns

"Can someone die just by sitting down?" Meng Qingge tilted her head, full of doubt.

Perhaps Lin Ping needs to lie down and rest, after all, he didn't have a comfortable night in prison.

“We might not be on the same wavelength…” Lin Ping was taken aback; he also felt that Meng Qingge wasn’t that casual.

"What is a channel?" Meng Qingge planned to break the awkward silence with a variety of questions.

Lin Ping also seems to be using all sorts of fresh words to break the awkwardness. In short, deliberately trying to break the awkwardness will only make it more awkward.

"Young Master Lin, please rest well first. Qingge will come over later," Meng Qingge said, blushing.

"They're leaving already?" Lin Ping's burning heart cooled down. Although he knew that the two of them were unlikely to have anything going on, he should at least give them some incentive, even just words.

Wait, what does it mean that she'll come later? Could it be tonight?

Are you urging me to do the books again? You wicked capitalists, even twenty taels of silver isn't easy to earn.

Lin Ping inwardly groaned. He had just been released from death row, a true survivor. Even if he wasn't given a long leave, he should at least be allowed a day of rest.

When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Who told him to want to woo a girl? Lin Pingren!

After a long day, Lin Ping was indeed exhausted. He lay down on the bed and fell asleep immediately, snoring loudly.

After leaving Lin Ping's room, Meng Qingge first washed her face with cold water for a while, and only went to Meng Qingfan's place after the heat in her body subsided.

She was relieved to learn that the other person was alright, after all, having your throat slit is no joke.

Therefore, Lin Ping truly deserves to be sentenced for "excessive self-defense".

Even though the prefect did not follow the normal rules and procedures, he did not wrong Lin Ping.

In other words, Lin Ping was indeed granted a one-day pardon, but he is very likely to be executed tomorrow.

She went to Rou'er, hoping to get some information out of the little girl.

As it turns out, you can never wake someone who is pretending to be asleep.

Rou'er naturally dared not deceive Meng Qingge, so she could only pretend to be asleep. She had just caught a cold, and with a little disguise, she could get away with it.

"Miss, Young Master Lin, where are you? Rou'er can't find you," Rou'er murmured, her face pale.

She wanted to use this method to tell Meng Qingge that she hadn't found the two of them yesterday, and felt guilty, which was why she hadn't returned home all night.

If these words had been spoken while she was awake, Meng Qingge might have been somewhat puzzled.

Since Ke Rou'er said it in her sleep, it's quite credible.

Meng Qingge covered her with a blanket and then called a doctor. She had to take good care of her personal maid.

Meng Qingge was somewhat absent-minded all day. Besides worrying about Lin Ping being beheaded, she also had to make a major decision and had no interest in business matters at all.

Lin Ping slept soundly into the night, still snoring loudly, and faintly heard knocking on the door.

"Is Young Master Lin awake? May Qingge come in?" Meng Qingge's voice was very soft, and only she could hear it.

Huhuhu~

"Then I'm coming in."

Huhuhu~

Meng Qingge walked in, and Lin Ping was indeed lying on the bed in a very unsightly state.

Meng Qingge's cheeks burned, her face turning red from her neck to her forehead, and her heart was pounding so hard it almost jumped out of her chest.

She had seen similar scenes before, even more embarrassing ones. The reason she was more embarrassed than last time was not just because of shyness, but also because of nervousness.

She was prepared to come, so she couldn't back down at the last minute.

For Meng Qingge, this matter was extremely important, even more important than her own life.

However, through her observation of Lin Ping over this period of time, she has come to accept him from the bottom of her heart.

Out of shyness, she did not light the candle, but instead undressed by the dim moonlight.

Meng Qingge had already decided that she would crawl into Lin Ping's bed later. As for what would happen next, it would all depend on Lin Ping's own fate.

Meng Qingge's idea was simple: she wanted Lin Ping to fulfill his wish before he died.

Lin Ping was ultimately sentenced to death because of Meng Qingfan, which was an immense favor to the Meng family. Meng Qingge had no way to repay this favor, so she could only repay it with this body.

She was prepared to remain unmarried for the rest of her life. After Lin Ping died, she would consider it a period of widowhood. As for the one in her heart... she would just consider it a case of being destined to be apart.

One by one, the pockets were untied, and the blouse slid down her alabaster shoulders, revealing her fair skin.

As for the last layer, she planned to have Lin Ping do it himself.

In his dream, Lin Ping vaguely saw a figure. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw the figure's agile body perfectly displayed.

Lin Ping instinctively... screamed.

"Assassin! Help!"

It was shouted out, ensuring that every servant could hear it clearly.

Yun'er, who was guarding outside the door, was also helpless. She really didn't want to explain to these servants. She might as well just rush in. He didn't deserve this treatment.

Meng Qingge's beautiful eyes widened in confusion, her face flushed with shyness.

This guy is toxic. Not only is he clueless about romance, but he also mistook me for an assassin when I was almost naked.

You're going to die, but you're the boss, so I'll tolerate it.

Meng Qingge tried her best to remain calm and continued to approach Lin Ping, already making a move to lie down on him.

Now that Lin Ping has woken up, it's destined that he'll eat meat, and she doesn't object to that.

Lin Ping also felt that the scream just now was a bit inappropriate, as it could easily cause psychological trauma to Meng Qingge. Fortunately, the other party did not take it to heart.

"Why are you taking off your clothes?" Lin Ping asked warily, even a little flustered.

Immortal jump?

He began looking around for cameras, but considering the technology available today, he wasn't too worried.

Hearing this, Meng Qingge was speechless; she had no idea how to respond.

Meng Qingge, with her delicate fragrance, was unwilling to waste any more words with Lin Ping.

Lin Ping panicked, especially when he discovered a group of servants outside the door.

He was certain that if he dared to lay a hand on anyone, the servants outside would burst in.

As for why the servants were guarding outside the door, it was entirely Lin Ping's responsibility. If he hadn't shouted loudly, the servants would have thought that thieves had entered the mansion. Who would have been so idle as to keep watch for him?

A honey trap? You have quite the imagination. What could they possibly want from you? Money? Sorry, you're living off them, where would they get any money?

Moreover, women in ancient times valued chastity more than their lives, so the industry of honey traps would not have emerged.

Even so, Lin Ping was still very flustered, quickly wrapping himself in the blanket, looking like a young maiden about to be bullied.

"Don't come any closer, I really don't have any money on me," Lin Ping said tremblingly.

Meng Qingge was truly stunned this time. If her screaming was instinctive, then what was her current defensiveness? Wasn't my figure good enough? Wasn't my skin fair enough? Wasn't I pretty enough?

In short, I just don't like it!

Feeling rebuffed after being offered a warm welcome, Meng Qingge was somewhat angry.

She picked up the clothes that shouldn't have been on the ground, gave Lin Ping a disdainful look, and said, "Serves you right!"