The master of metaphysics refreshes the daily life of Novice Village

Chapter 20
After struggling until three in the morning, Kong Qianyu lay down on the bed again. Tan Yi fell asleep in the guest room, and the villa became quiet again.

What happened to Meng Lingze?It is definitely not normal for a normal young and strong man to be unconscious for six or seven days.

If it was caused by disease, the hospital would not wait so long to find the cause. If it was caused by unnatural factors,
She remembered that it seemed like the only male in the Meng family had never encountered anything evil in decades?Being covered with sins and debts does not affect their lives at all, as if it exists specifically to protect them.

Kong Qianyu thought twice and did not offer to help.

When he returned home wearing Taoist robes, the Meng family couple said nothing, but the disapproval almost overflowed from their eyes, especially Tan Yi, who was completely disgusted.

Most wealthy families believe in the metaphysics of Feng Shui and Numerology, but the Meng family doesn't pay attention to these at all in their home furnishings. They don't even have a statue of a god or Buddha, or wear some lucky beads or safety buckles.

So let’s wait and see how things develop.

After a good night's sleep, it was already noon when Kong Qianyu woke up, and naturally no one at home was there. The servant laid out brunch and delivered the message Meng Shangqi had left for her: Lingze was in Chaoyang Hospital. Come and take a look when he woke up.

Chaoyang Hospital.

Meng Shangqi followed obediently behind a man covered in black robes with an extremely respectful attitude.

"Is this here?" the man in black robe asked, his voice was high-pitched and feminine, which didn't match his tall figure.

Meng Shangqi seemed to be used to hearing this and didn't feel anything unusual at all. He opened the door and bent down: "Yes, please come in."

The man raised his legs and entered the ward.

Chaoyang Hospital is a well-known private hospital. Its medical skills are good on the one hand, and its greatest advantage is its excellent confidentiality.

Meng Shangqi turned his son over early in the morning. There were no surveillance cameras in the corridor, a single ward, good sound insulation materials, and even the cannons could not be heard when the door was closed.

"Humph, you trash, you're going to bother me with such a trivial matter!" The man in black robe approached Meng Lingze, leaned over and looked at her carefully for a few seconds, then snorted: "He has lost his soul and is looking for trouble all day long!"

After speaking, he turned around and left.

Meng Shangqi didn't dare to ask any more questions and sent the person away respectfully. Then he wiped the sweat from his forehead and couldn't help but feel afraid.

This person was already moody, and he has become angry again recently. It was because he was ill and rushed to the doctor, which was reckless.

I didn't dare to ask just now, and I don't know whether this person is in charge of my son's affairs or not.

He returned to the ward dejectedly, and saw Kong Qianyu standing beside the bed, looking down at Meng Lingze carefully, and gesturing quickly with one hand in the air.

"Qianyu is here? Come and sit." Meng Shangqi really wanted to play the role of a loving father. He took Kong Qianyu's hand in a good-tempered way and led her to the sitting area by the window to sit down.

"What's wrong with Lingze?" Kong Qianyu looked at Meng Shangqi with big clear eyes, as if she was just a good sister who cared about her younger brother.

Meng Shangqi looked at Kong Qianyu, who was very close at hand, and answered the question after a while: "Qianyu, do you know how much you look like your mother?"

"You should be called Meng Lingyan. There is an allusion to this name, which comes from Cao Zhi's poem, 'Rong Hua shines in the morning, who doesn't want Lingyan.' When you were not born, your mother read several big books before She chose this name for you. She hopes that you will be a happy and beautiful little girl in the future." Meng Shangqi couldn't help but sigh as he recalled the past.

Kong Qianyu looked calm on the surface, but secretly complained in his heart: hell allusions, hell happy and beautiful, these three words are incompatible with fire and water. On the surface, they seem to be all-inclusive, but in fact, taken together, they are in response to the original hardship in his early years and the six relatives. Unreliable destiny.Are you really your biological father?

Meng Shangqi knew nothing about this and was still talking endlessly about his past love with Zhou Ping and his expectations for her daughter.

The person who spoke felt that he was deeply affectionate, but the people who listened were extremely annoyed. Kong Qianyu endured it again and again, and finally couldn't bear it anymore after he once again said that you are the crystallization of our love.

She stretched out a finger and pointed at Meng Lingze lying on the bed: "In front of a cheating product, are you praising your love with your first wife?"

Nothing so disgusting!

Meng Shangqi suppressed all his emotions, like a duck that had been strangled by the neck, his face turned red, and he finally explained in a low voice: "I didn't mean it, but under the circumstances, I couldn't ignore it."

"Yes, so Zhou Ping died at the most appropriate time. She did not completely consume your love and make you miss her every time you think about her for so many years. She also did not live to block your way to marry a bride, remarry and have children. "

See, whether alive or dead, they are just right and don't cause you any trouble.

Is this what Meng Shangqi meant?

It's just that it was a bit shameless for Kong Qianyu to uncover the bloody truth.

"You kid, how can you talk?" He raised his hand high but never waved it down. He had no confidence. This kid owed her a mother and 20 years of family warmth.

"Have you had a hard time in the Taoist temple for so many years?"

"When did you know that Meng Ling'an was not your biological daughter? After she was brought back, right?" Kong Qianyu suddenly interrupted Meng Shangqi's endless display of affection cards and asked directly: "Otherwise, why isn't she called Meng? Ling Yan?"

Since the deceased wife came up with the name by looking through several dictionaries during her pregnancy, why didn't she use it for her daughter?
The only reasonable explanation is that Meng Shangqi knew that Meng Yuan was not the biological daughter of Meng Shangqi and Zhou Ping.

Kong Qianyu didn't understand. Since he knew it at the time, he didn't want to find her immediately. Instead, he raised his fake daughter well and abandoned his biological daughter.

Why do you have to admit it now?
Isn’t this just what you are doing when you are full and have nothing to do!
Meng Shangqi was stunned and speechless, neither admitting nor refuting. The two looked at each other and fell into strange silence.

"Master, this way please."

Tan Yi suddenly opened the door and came in, which startled Meng Shangqi. After seeing clearly that Tan Yi did not come alone, and there was an old man dressed as a Taoist priest behind him with a whisk and a goatee, he jumped directly from his seat. Jump up.

"Nonsense! Tan Yi, do you have any brains? How can you invite such a mess? The person lying on the bed is your own son! Do you want to kill him?"

"Did I kill him?" Tan Yi had injuries on his face and wore very wide sunglasses, so his expression couldn't be seen, but his tone was full of contempt for Meng Shangqi.

"Taoist Master Qi, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Stop, I don't need you, get out, you both get out!" Meng Shangqi grabbed the old man who was about to step forward, his face full of disapproval, and even gradually showed a bit of ferocity.

(End of this chapter)