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

Chapter 689 A Difficult Woman



Chapter 689 A Difficult Woman

Just as Lin Ping had predicted, Meng Qingge would not plead with her father about this.

The anger in his eyes turned into grievance.

“Like a high mountain and flowing water, we have found a kindred spirit. Young Master Lin and I are not kindred spirits. Even if we were to discuss marriage, we would not be a good match. Why are you pressuring me so hard?” Meng Qingge’s tone softened considerably, as if she were pleading with Lin Ping.

"This woman actually lowered herself to beg me?" Lin Ping was slightly taken aback, and all the methods he had originally planned were thrown to the back of his mind.

"If Young Master Lin wishes to stay at the Meng residence, Qingge would be most welcome and will treat you with the utmost courtesy. If you insist on making things difficult, Qingge will not be afraid," Meng Qingge said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Looking at her slender figure from behind, Lin Ping felt a pang of pity.

He's a man, why is he making things difficult for a weak woman?

Besides, he already has a wife at home, so doing this would not benefit anyone.

"Mother, if you saw this situation, would you still insist that we get married?" Lin Ping asked the sky, hoping to get an answer.

If the bright moon does not understand, why does it shower down its silvery light?

Meanwhile, Meng Qingge had returned to her room, where her maidservant anxiously asked, "Miss, how is it? Has that poor young man agreed to break off the engagement?"

Meng Qingge glanced at the maid and said sternly, "He is, after all, Aunt Qing's son, and should not be addressed as such. However, that scoundrel already understands my feelings and is probably too ashamed to mention this matter."

Previously, Meng Qingge deliberately showed her vulnerable side in front of Lin Ping, hoping to make him withdraw on his own initiative.

After all, she was in charge of many businesses in the Meng family, had been to many places, and met many people, so she was confident in Lin Ping's ideas.

One thing she misjudged was just how thick-skinned Lin Ping was; it was thicker than an ordinary city wall.

"Yun'er, come with me to see Father. We've gained nothing this time, so it's time to let him prepare himself," Meng Qingge said with a worried expression.

As a second-rate aristocratic family in the capital, the Meng family has many businesses, and the winery managed by Meng Qingge is the pillar industry.

It is autumn harvest season now, and she should prepare more grains for brewing wine, but she has been wandering around the capital region for ten days and has found nothing.

Without sufficient grain reserves, relying solely on what circulates in the capital would naturally put us in a very passive position.

Not only will prices be inflated, but they may even be cut off from the market.

Every year she would go to the countryside to buy a batch of grain, but this year the weather was so dry that the harvest was poor and the people could not even feed themselves, so they dared not sell it to others.

Regardless of long-term development, she is currently facing a huge challenge.

My uncle's cousin will definitely make a big deal out of this, which could at best diminish my prestige, and at worst shake my position.

Once the distillery is handed over, there will be no chance of taking it back, and Meng Qingfan's chances of becoming the clan leader will become even slimmer.

"This woman... is difficult to deal with." Lin Ping sighed as he lay on the bed.

He could roughly guess how strong-willed Meng Qingge was, and that pushing her too hard might backfire.

"She doesn't seem like the vain type. She's indifferent to money and should like handsome young men. But why is she so far away from me? Is she face-blind?" Lin Ping was completely baffled.

He even doubted that he was so handsome that ordinary people couldn't appreciate it.

"Sigh... I really wish I were a little uglier, so I could satisfy the tastes of these ordinary people." Lin Ping said helplessly.

In order to please these ordinary people, he even asked to become ugly.

"Throughout history, perhaps only Wei Jie could understand my pain, but unfortunately he has already been killed by my gaze, and I will never meet a confidant again."

Lin Ping sighed earnestly, thankfully the season for being struck by lightning had passed.

The blanket is always humankind's most loyal friend, and this affection is even more evident in cold weather.

Lin Ping naturally didn't want to be separated from his friends, so he asked Meng Qingfan to stay in bed as well.

Anyway, Zhang Hongxian had given them a direct route, so it didn't matter whether they went or not, and nothing much happened for several days.

That morning, the Meng family's top leaders gathered together, and even Meng Qingfan was dragged out of bed.

"Rou'er, why is the manor so deserted today?" Lin Ping, wrapped in a loincloth, crawled out of bed.

A little girl with two pigtails rushed over and was startled by Lin Ping, her face turning bright red.

Logically speaking, maids who serve their masters may be favored by them, let alone see things they shouldn't see.

Rou'er was not Lin Ping's personal maid; she was just someone who would temporarily bring him meals.

Seeing Lin Ping's shamelessness, he was naturally unhappy.

"Master and the others have gone to the old house. I heard they have important matters to discuss," Rou'er replied irritably, and then ran off in a flash.

"Has this girl taken the wrong medicine?" After receiving a glare, Lin Ping was a little confused.

Looking down, I realized that the loincloth had been stretched out.

"Hehe, maybe I dreamt about my wife last night." Lin Ping laughed awkwardly, hurriedly putting on a light coat, still shivering from the cold.

The reason why the Meng family's high-ranking officials gathered together was because a major event had occurred in the capital.

Half a month ago, a wealthy businessman came to the capital and bought three restaurants in one go, all of which were prime locations.

Kyoto's wealthy businessmen scoffed at this kind of mindless investment.

To be honest, they had the money to buy three restaurants, but what happened after they bought them? They didn't know how to manage them, and in the end, they lost everything.

Most people were waiting to see this wealthy businessman make a fool of himself.

No one expected that on the day the restaurant opened, it would invite half of Kyoto's geisha to perform, instantly attracting a large number of literati and gentlemen.

With the restaurant offering half-price dishes, it immediately became packed.

The wealthy merchants of Kyoto laughed. "Don't you spend money to hire geisha? Don't you lose money to offer half-price dishes? I bet a spicy strip that this restaurant won't survive for more than half a month!"

Now that the half-month deadline has passed, the wealthy businessmen in Kyoto have all lost a pack of spicy strips.

The reason is simple: this restaurant is not only alive, but also incredibly popular.

Other restaurants were no exception; the desolate scene was disheartening, and they could barely make ends meet.

The wealthy merchants of Kyoto were no fools; they had already recognized the situation and were sending their blessings to the restaurant owner, clearly in an attempt to curry favor with him.

After all, a restaurant is an industry chain; they need to purchase raw materials and use bowls and chopsticks.

Business owners who make a living from grains, vegetables, fish and meat expressed their willingness to cooperate, and even some porcelain workshop owners shamelessly asked for orders.

Many people have already profited from this, which makes those who haven't profit even more envious.

The reason the Meng family gathered together was because the restaurant had not yet found a suitable beverage supplier.

Historically, the most profitable items in restaurants and eateries have not been the food, but the drinks.

Many wealthy young men were willing to spend lavishly for a cup of fine wine, and Li Bai famously wrote the lines, "A dappled horse, a thousand pieces of gold for a fur coat, call the boy to exchange them for fine wine."

Compared to grain, vegetable, and fish vendors, beverage suppliers are the biggest beneficiaries.


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