Locked: God is the matchmaker, neither you nor I can escape

Chapter 491 Meng Mansion (3)

Mr. Meng had complicated feelings towards his son-in-law.

It was both his luck and misfortune that he was chosen by his daughter to be her husband.

With his strength, even if he returned to the military camp, he would either die on the battlefield or be discharged due to injury and return to his hometown to live a life of digging for food. He would never have the opportunity to come to the capital and become a deputy general, let alone become the son-in-law of the Meng family.

After spending all these years together, he could see that his son-in-law was a scheming man who wanted to rise quickly but had no self-awareness.

He was not sure whether his son-in-law had really lost his memory, but it didn't matter. It couldn't change the fact that he wanted power and influence now, otherwise he wouldn't have acted so obediently.

I thought I could control him and make him work for the Meng family, but it turned out that the man was a useless waste, a hopeless case.

If his daughter hadn't chosen him, he wouldn't have even looked at him twice.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk."

There was a knock on the door, and the next second the butler's voice came: "Master, the concierge received a strange letter, which seems to be for you."

"Come in." Mr. Meng restrained his emotions and returned to his indifferent look.

The butler pushed the door open and respectfully placed the envelope on the desk, then stepped back a few steps to wait for the old man's instructions. During this time, he glanced at the eldest lady who was standing aside with her head down, her mind wandering, and his brows unconsciously furrowed.

This young lady is too ignorant. She only relies on the old man's favor to do whatever she wants. Now she has implicated the old man and caused their Meng family to lose face in the capital.

Mr. Meng's eyes fell on the envelope. The cover did not have the name of the recipient written on it, but a "preview letter". He turned to the other side of the envelope and saw his name there. He opened it and took out the letter to check it. He couldn't help but frowned, looked up at the housekeeper and asked, "Who sent the letter?"

The butler replied respectfully: "I heard from the concierge that it was a child. The child said that a big brother asked him to help deliver a letter and gave him a string of candied haws as a reward."

"Can you tell me what that person looks like?"

"According to the child, the man wore a big straw hat and squatted down to talk to him, so he couldn't see the man's face clearly."

Mr. Meng's gaze fell on the opened notice letter again, his eyes darkened, and he fell into deep thought.

mischief?

Or is someone taking advantage of his demotion to deliberately add insult to injury?

who can that be?

But who has the ability to carry it out?

But if it was a prank, why was it the Meng Mansion?

Because of them?

Old Master Meng raised his eyes to look at his daughter who had been keeping her head down. Seeing her like this, he felt as if something was blocking his heart, unable to get out or out.

He caught a glimpse of the butler out of the corner of his eye, then retracted his gaze and said to him, "Make arrangements and strengthen the defense tonight." It is better to believe it than not to believe it. This is his principle of action.

"Yes."

"You should step back first."

"Yes."

After the housekeeper left, Mr. Meng's eyes fell on Meng again: "Go out, remember, don't act rashly."

"Yes, Dad." Meng responded in a low voice and left obediently.

Mr. Meng glanced at the notice letter, put it aside, then took out a book from the desk and began to read. It was obvious that he did not take the notice letter seriously.

After Meng left the study with her head down, the moment she raised her head, a strong murderous intent flashed in her eyes, and she left without looking back.

Oh, let her apologize to that lowly country woman?

dream!

She will never bow to that woman again in her life!