GBP Chapter 326 The Meng Family Comes Knocking
Chapter 326 The Meng Family Comes Knocking
After taking a bite of mutton hotpot, Song Tingwan fell completely in love with this thing called hotpot, but she could only eat it mildly spicy.
Seeing that even the mildly spicy sauce was making her tongue stick out, Wen Zizhou, who was pouring corn juice, also poured her a glass. "Don't just eat! If your tongue is burning, drink something to calm it down."
He pushed the corn juice with a straw, looking slightly disgusted, towards Song Tingwan, then picked up his own glass and drank it with relish.
The corn juice was sweet and delicious, and it could also wash away the greasiness from the meat he had eaten.
"Thank you, Third Young Master." Song Tingwan also picked up the corn juice and drank it. The sweet and rich taste made her squint her eyes.
Across from her, Wen Zizhou was swaying his head in delight. Song Tingwan glanced up and secretly looked over, then picked up her chopsticks again upon seeing his face.
Wen Luozhi happened to see this and, imitating her, ate while looking at Wen Zixun across the table.
"Little sister, why are you looking at me like that?"
Wen Zixun got up to scoop out the dipping sauce, just in time to see the person opposite him staring at him intently, while continuing to eat.
"Is there something on my face?" he asked, touching his face.
Wen Luozhi smiled, her eyes narrowing. "Sixth Brother looks better and better. I think I can eat a couple more pieces of meat."
Wen Zixun chuckled, and Song Tingwan almost dropped her chopsticks when she heard her words.
Now she dared not peek at Wen Zizhou anymore and focused on eating what was in her bowl.
Considering that inns were too expensive, Song Tingwan rented a small courtyard house not far from Baiweizhai.
For several days in a row, she went to the restaurant to eat, and when she saw that it was busy, she would help out.
Seeing that she was clumsy and obviously had no work experience, Wen Zizhou simply sent her aside to play.
If this guy accidentally causes a customer complaint and it affects his business, then things will be bad!
Song Tingwan didn't know what he was thinking; she only felt that he...
Wen Zizhou is not only good-looking, but also a very kind person.
When asked where she lived and what the people in her house did, Song Tingwan simply said that she was just an ordinary family from Qingzhou County who was traveling.
Another batch of lipsticks from the workshop was shipped out, but because the quantity was limited, the cosmetic shops in each county received only a small share.
At noon, Aunt Wan was happily getting ready, while Song Youqing, standing to the side, looked listless and worried.
They had been searching for several days, but they still hadn't found anyone, not even a trace of Song Tingwan.
He was afraid that the Meng family would find out and cause trouble, so he spent a lot of money to silence them.
Hearing Aunt Wan humming a little tune, he almost lost his temper again.
"We haven't found Wan'er yet, and you're acting like nothing's wrong!"
He snorted coldly, suppressing his anger.
Aunt Wan glanced at him and adjusted the slightly crooked hairpin in her hair. "I've received the news, sir. Otherwise, would you think I'm just grinning like an idiot?"
She happily collected the table full of rouge and face powder, and then fiddled with her bright red nail polish.
"Is there any news about Wan'er? Where is she?!" Song Youqing exclaimed excitedly upon hearing this, then looked anxiously at the leisurely Aunt Wan and asked, "Have you sent anyone to look for her?"
Aunt Wan felt a buzzing in her ears. She stood up and said, "Master, please prepare the money. I'll need to ask where it is specifically."
"This news would cost a hundred lipsticks," she sighed softly.
Recently, all the cosmetic shops have been selling something called lipstick. Even though she's quite wealthy, she only dares to buy a few colors that she likes.
Where would her girlfriends get that much money? They can't just help for free, can they?
She'll have to go to quite a few places to buy all 100 of them; she needs to hurry and get things done.
"Okay, okay! I'll give it to you in a bit!" Song Youqing quickly replied.
Aunt Wan usually likes to tinker with facial products, and he knows a little about lipstick.
It's only a hundred sticks. He's already spent so much money these past few days, why would he care about this little bit?
Aunt Wan left the mansion with the silver and, along with her maid, didn't return until evening.
"Wan'er is in a town in Xinglin City, but I'm not sure which town exactly," she said with a hint of disappointment.
Aside from worrying about Song Tingwan, she was also somewhat impressed; she had even brought her brain with her when she ran out.
They probably anticipated that the people would go out and search everywhere, so they didn't linger in one place.
Song Youqing nodded; some news was better than none at all.
With a general direction in mind, they won't wander around aimlessly like headless flies.
No matter how much money he spent to silence those people, the news of Song Tingwan's elopement still reached the Meng family.
Meng Jichang slammed his teacup down, his short mustache trembling with anger.
"What does the Song family mean by this? Are they looking down on Jingyang?!"
"My Meng family is wealthy and powerful; it's their good fortune to have taken a liking to that unruly daughter of his!"
He twirled the jade thumb ring on his finger, his eyes filled with shrewd calculation.
Sitting next to him, Guo Rong also looked furious. "I don't like that brat at all!"
After she finished speaking, she looked at the dazed Meng Jingyang and patted his head reassuringly.
If it weren't for her son's affection for her, she wouldn't bother with the people from the Song family!
She actually ran away from her wedding? Acting all high and mighty like that!
So what if her son is mentally challenged? Does that mean he should be bullied? Then they shouldn't even want him anymore!
Besides, her son is only occasionally mentally challenged; most of the time he's just like a normal person.
Guo Rong was about to coax Meng Jichang by saying she would find him a new wife, but before she could even open her mouth, Meng Jichang suddenly rolled to the ground, slapping his thigh and wailing:
"Xiao Wan! Xiao Wan!"
"My wife, my wife is gone!"
The main hall was filled with his loud crying and fussing. The servants had gotten used to it after serving him for so long, but Meng Jichang, who was often away from home, couldn't stand it anymore.
"What are you crying for? I'll find you another one!"
He rubbed his temples in frustration, his mind a jumble of annoyance.
Seeing that he was angry, Guo Rong hurriedly coaxed her son on the ground, "Yang'er, get up quickly, okay? The ground is cold, you'll catch a cold if you stay there for a while."
"Listen to your father, how about we find you a girl even better than Song Tingwan?"
As she spoke, she tried to pull Meng Jingyang up from the ground, but Meng Jingyang was too fat, and no matter how hard she tried, the person on the ground did not budge.
Meng Jingyang kept calling out Song Tingwan's name, while Guo Rong looked at Meng Jichang, who was rubbing his forehead, with difficulty. "Master... this..."
Meng Jichang sighed heavily. "I'll go to the Song family."
Looking at his son crying incessantly on the ground and the servants bustling about in a chaotic mess, he suddenly felt overwhelmed.
He only has one son, so what else can he do but spoil him unconditionally?
"Father, I want Xiao Wan."
Meng Jingyang suddenly sprang up from the ground, grabbing Meng Jichang's sleeve and refusing to let go, "I want to go with Dad too!"
We're looking for Xiao Wan.
Meng Jichang nodded, letting him tug at his sleeve.
When the family arrived at the gate of the Song residence, Song Youqing felt a sudden tightness in his chest upon hearing that the Meng family had arrived.
"Hmph, I'd like to see what they're here for."
Aunt Wan stepped out, and by the time Song Youqing realized what was happening, she was already quite a distance away.
"Hey?!" Song Youqing hurriedly chased after him.