Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 790: Chapter 650:

Meng Qianqian continued, "Because I am not qualified."

Old Master Meng was puzzled, "What kind of nonsense is this?"

With a calm gaze as if an ancient well unchanged for millennia, Meng Qianqian said, "Seven years ago, I don’t know if she holds a grudge. I am not qualified to forgive on her behalf. As for the arranged marriage, if I disagree, no one can force me."

"I have my plans, so if you’re worried about the arranged marriage, you don’t need to be. You don’t owe me, nor did you force me. If you feel guilty, then burn some paper money and speak to her yourself."

Old Master Meng stood up from his chair, staring blankly at Meng Qianqian, "You..."

Meng Qianqian said, "May 21st, the time of the rooster, happens to be tomorrow."

With that, she turned around, resolutely opened the door, and disappeared into the boundless night.

Old Master Meng felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

In a daze, something collapsed thunderously in his heart, along with his entire being slumped to the ground, trembling and in tears!

...

From afar, Mrs. Yan saw Meng Qianqian leaving the courtyard and was about to call her but was stopped by Meng Tianlan.

Meng Tianlan said, "Let her be alone for a while."

Mrs. Yan nodded empathetically.

Meng Qianqian wasn’t upset.

In life, one cannot achieve perfection in everything.

In the Meng Family, she found people who cherished her and understood her, and that was enough.

She looked up at the bright moon at the pinnacle of the sky and murmured to herself, "Would you blame me for being heartless?"

A night breeze swept by, stirring up a faint scent of lily of the valley.

"Come out."

Meng Qianqian said.

Meng Lang appeared, leisurely walking over to her side, munching on a crisp, juicy peach.

He offered Meng Qianqian a peach, "Do you want one? It’s washed."

Meng Qianqian did not take it.

Meng Lang said, "What did you say to the old man to provoke him so?"

Meng Qianqian did not answer, but said, "Your trick wasn’t very clever."

Meng Lang smiled, "But at least I lured the snake out of its hole."

Meng Qianqian did not deny it.

Meng Lang said, "I thought you’d refuse, but you joined the game yourself. Even my indolent brother-in-law agreed. You’re all quite daring."

Meng Qianqian said, "Compared to him, you’re the indolent one."

Meng Lang finished a peach and started eating the one Meng Qianqian didn’t take, "After all I’ve said, is this your only point?"

Meng Qianqian said nothing.

Meng Lang didn’t mind, continuing, "Did you know from the start that I’d cause trouble?"

Meng Qianqian said, "Yes."

Meng Lang asked, "So you schemed in return?"

Meng Qianqian said, "That’s right."

Meng Lang shook his head in disbelief, "You really are..."

Meng Qianqian asked, "Really what?"

Meng Lang suddenly lost for words, thought for a while, then said with a smile, "Clever."

Meng Qianqian looked at him calmly, "Only clever? I know much more than you think."

Meng Lang smiled meaningfully, "Oh?"

Meng Qianqian’s gaze sharp, "For instance, maybe I should call you..."

Her fingertip moved, and she suddenly shot a Ghost Gate Thirteen Needle at Meng Lang!

Meng Lang’s hair stood on end!

The silver needle pierced through his peach and shot into the small garden behind him.

There was a muffled groan, and someone fell to the ground.

Meng Lang turned, excitement flashing in his eyes, "Another snake out of the hole?"

"Is there a fight?"

Tan’er dashed out of the house, swiftly running on the rooftop, hopping like a jade rabbit, then turning into a soaring bird.

"Here I come——"

She stopped abruptly on the rooftop facing Meng Qianqian, the friction between her shoes and the tiles sending sparks flying.

"Finally, I can fight! I’ve, been, holding, it, in, for, so, long!"

She twisted her waist, raised her knee high, and her eyes gleamed with green light, punching at Meng Lang, "Get——out——of——my——way——"

"Why are you hitting me——"

Meng Lang was struck by Tan’er’s punch, sent flying like a sandbag.

Tan’er landed steadily, standing where he had been, her little face tinged with coldness and seriousness.

She glanced back, caught Meng Lang with her peripheral vision, hanging on the tree branch, "I hit you for bullying my sister. No one can bully her, not even me."

This girl hits hard...

Meng Lang curled up like a shrimp on the branch, clutching his aching stomach, "I didn’t bully her——"

Tan’er pointed at his nose, "Scheming against her is bullying! I’ll deal with them first, then I’ll deal with you!"

Meng Qianqian took two steps forward.

With overwhelming confidence, Tan’er reached out and blocked Meng Qianqian, facing the group of assassins with a fierce gaze, she said:

"Sister, this time, let me protect you."