diskusbooks Chapter 697 So angry he vomited blood
Chapter 697 So angry he vomited blood
"So understanding?" Lin Ping felt grateful.
He instructed Han Jiji to say that he and the young master of Qingfeng Tower were good friends.
Even so, his identity will rise in prominence, and once exposed, there will always be a lot of explanations to be given.
Meng Qingge's willingness to cover it up for him was naturally a welcome thing.
However, he did not notice the strange look in Meng Qingge's eyes.
In Meng Qingge's opinion, Lin Ping is a gay man!
He's a deadbeat gay guy who only defends and never attacks!
Before long, the group returned in triumph, and Meng Yuanping praised Meng Qingge profusely.
In order to help Lin Ping conceal his identity, she could only reluctantly accept the praise, but said little and would not take credit for it.
She eventually went back to her room to rest, citing exhaustion, but still felt that what had happened that day was somewhat bizarre.
"So this is how we latched onto Qingfeng Tower?" Meng Qingge still felt like it was a dream, and that everything would shatter when she woke up.
"I didn't expect that Young Master Lin and Young Master Qingfenglou had this kind of relationship. Everyone has their own ambitions, so why should I blame him?"
At the same time, Meng Qingchao, whose body was about to fall apart, walked into the old lady's room with a mournful face.
“Grandmother, you must help me get revenge. You didn’t see the ugly face of the people in the east wing. They weren’t mocking their grandson; they were clearly mocking you,” Meng Qingchao said, adding fuel to the fire.
His actions today have truly backfired.
Not only did he lose the bet and have to serve tea and water to the people in the east wing, but he also lost his power.
He was originally in charge of selling the wine, and Meng Qingge was not supposed to overstep her bounds and interfere. However, in order to strike at the other party, she deliberately gave her the opportunity.
Now that Meng Qingge has secured this business, she naturally won't hand it over to him.
One hundred thousand jars of wine is almost the entire annual production of the Meng family. In other words, for the rest of the year, the Meng family can only cooperate with Qingfeng Tower, and Meng Qingchao's power has been completely taken away.
"Hmph, a real man should be able to bend and stretch. What's wrong with serving tea and water? Meng Qingge is helping you by making the Meng family stronger. You are the only heir of the Meng family." The old lady said with a hint of disappointment.
She knew this grandson all too well; he was a typical exaggerator, even vindictive.
If he weren't the only grandson, the old lady would really consider finding a new master.
It's actually a good thing for him to temper his arrogance now.
“Grandmother, we can’t let Meng Qingge hold all the power. He will hand over the Meng family’s business to that brat Meng Qingfan,” Meng Qingchao continued.
"Meng Qingfan? He's still wet behind the ears. Within two years, Grandmother will definitely hand over the position of clan leader to you. What right does he have to compete with you?" the old lady said dismissively.
Meng Qingfan is only of marriageable age, and given his lack of ambition, even if Meng Qingge paves the way for him, he may not be able to make it smoothly.
“That was indeed the case originally, but that brat actually hit his grandson today, which proves that he is resentful and has ambitions to seize the position of clan leader,” Meng Qingchao continued with a mournful face.
The old lady frowned, recalling Meng Qingfan's actions today.
This kid was indeed not as submissive as usual. He not only had his own ideas, but even dared to argue back and slapped Meng Qingchao.
“My grandfather started making waves in the business world at the age of fifteen. We have to be careful at this age,” Meng Qingge continued, stirring things up.
"Don't compare Meng Qingfan to your grandfather, but the boy's behavior today was indeed a bit unusual, so we have to make preparations in advance." After thinking for a long time, the old lady simply said, "Tomorrow morning, I will send someone to the east wing to have Meng Qingge hand over all the matters related to Qingfeng Tower to you."
Having succeeded in his scheme, Meng Qingchao smiled contentedly, followed by another round of honeyed flattery.
The next morning, Lin Ping was woken up by the cold, as was his usual routine.
It wasn't that he didn't have a thick quilt, but rather that he was stubborn and wanted to fight against fate, finding endless joy in it.
"Yun'er, what time is it?" Meng Qingge asked anxiously from the opposite boudoir.
She's been busy and stressed these past few days, and now that she's relaxed, that's why she woke up a little late.
“Chenshi…” Yun’er answered with her head down.
"Chenshi? Why didn't you wake me up earlier? I have to go to Qingfeng Tower to discuss some matters with Manager Han today. How could I be late?" Meng Qingge said angrily.
They didn't push all the blame onto the little maid, since it was the maid who had slept in.
“Miss…” Yun’er stammered, “Why don’t you sleep a little longer?”
"Nonsense! You've been by my side for quite some time now, how could you not know the importance of today?" Meng Qingge was about to get angry.
Yun'er was so frightened that she knelt on the ground and replied with a wronged expression, "The old lady just sent someone to give you an order, saying that you have been traveling and are tired and should rest for a few more days. The matter that you just had with Qingfeng Tower has been handed over to Meng Qingchao."
Just as he was about to get out of bed, he lay back down after hearing these words.
She almost fainted. Everyone came to take a look. Is this even human language?
Crossing the river and then dismantling the bridge?
Unload the mill and kill the donkey?
A mix of sadness and grievance welled up in her heart. How could she not guess the old lady's intentions? This was a blatant act of favoritism towards Meng Qingchao, ostensibly done so so that she could rest.
Meng Qingge was a strong-willed woman, and she was so angry that her blood boiled. In her anger, she spat out a mouthful of blood mist.
"Oh no! Miss is vomiting blood!" Yun'er cried out in alarm, her face turning pale.
The entire east wing immediately erupted into chaos. Meng Yuanping and his wife rushed over immediately, and even Meng Qingfan, who had given up sleeping in, ran to check on his elder sister's condition.
Meng Qingge's face was as pale as paper, her breathing was uneven, and her eyes were bloodshot, which was extremely frightening.
Lin Ping also heard the commotion and hurriedly asked Rou'er about the situation.
"It's all the old lady's fault!" Rou'er said angrily.
As a maid, she shouldn't have been judging the old lady's gains and losses, but she couldn't stand the old lady's behavior, so she spoke out without thinking.
Lin Ping smiled faintly, instead admiring the girl's straightforwardness and loyalty.
"Oh? What do you mean by that?" Lin Ping continued to ask.
“This morning, the old lady sent someone to the mansion, saying that the eldest young lady should rest well and that the matter of dealing with Qingfeng Tower should be handled by Meng Qingchao. Isn’t this obviously bullying the eldest young lady?” Rou’er became more and more angry as she spoke, and even her eyes became a little red.
"The young lady is strong-willed by nature. Upon hearing these words, she was so angry that she vomited blood and is now lying on the bed, her face pale."
"So angry that he vomited blood?" Lin Ping was somewhat suspicious. He had only seen this kind of situation in TV dramas; it was truly rare in reality.
Spitting blood is ultimately not a good thing. If she were to die, Lin Ping would not be able to fulfill his mother's wish.
When he rushed into Meng Qingge's boudoir, a white-bearded doctor was already taking her pulse.
"Doctor, how is my Qingge?" Huang Jiayu asked anxiously, her eyes reddening.
The white-bearded doctor's face relaxed, and he stroked his goatee, saying, "Miss Meng's problem is due to qi and blood attacking her heart. It's nothing serious. She just needs to drink a dose of herbal medicine and rest for two days."
"Yun'er, help me up. I'm fine. I need to go and argue with my grandmother," Meng Qingge said anxiously.