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Chapter 514

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Being "poor" in this life was only temporary.

As he spoke, the Ye family's door opened.

"Qingqing …" Meng Yanqiu's face lit up when he saw who it was and was about to go forward.

This time, he wanted to leave his father and mother here. He was going on a long journey.

When he returned, he would marry Ye Qingqing in a grand manner.

However, before he could speak, the Ye family servant stopped him. "Where did this beggar come from? Get lost, don't disturb our young mistress!"

Meng Yanqiu looked at Ye Qingqing in disbelief. "Qingqing, I am your Yanqiu, your fiancé!"

However, Ye Qingqing only looked at him with a strange expression. "Whose fiancé are you?"

After speaking, she could not be bothered with Meng Yanqiu. "Housekeeper, if this group of people comes here again, just chase them away."

Then she entered the carriage without even looking at Meng Yanqiu.

The Meng family's mansion had been burned to the ground two days ago. The family was originally a wealthy family in Jiangling, but because of the stolen goods, they also owed a lot of debts.

After being poor in his previous life, Meng Yanqiu had seen through people's hearts.

Without wealth and power, he was really nothing.

Only the Ye family was willing to help him, so he remembered Ye Qingqing so well.

But he did not expect that under his meticulous planning in this life, such a thing would happen?

Ye Qingqing's cold and disgusted expression was not fake. Like the other relatives of the Meng family, they all hid faster than anyone else after learning of the Meng family's misfortune.

"Yanqiu, don't blame yourself." Meng Yanqiu's mother saw things more clearly than Meng Yanqiu. She sighed. "Even your uncle is not willing to see me now. How could the Ye family take us in? We still owe them hundreds of thousands of taels of silver."

She was not surprised by Ye Qingqing's attitude.

But Meng Yanqiu suffered a blow.

How could this be?

How could this be? In his previous life, the situation was far worse than now. Father Ye still used money to help them, but this time, it was just the mansion being burned down?

Meng Yanqiu did not want to believe the scene before him.

But Ye Qingqing's carriage was already far away.

The Ye family servants also came out to chase them away.

"Yanqiu, let's go. We need to have integrity." Meng Yanqiu's father seemed to have aged a lot overnight. "The Ye family can even chase out their useless daughter. How could they accept us?"

The parents dragged Meng Yanqiu away.

The three of them were indeed in a sorry state.

His clothes were dirty and messy, and there was not a single silver coin in his pocket.

Meng Meng Meng Meng's mother looked around.

The surrounding people subconsciously avoided them, not wanting to have too much contact with them.

However, at this moment, a voice suddenly rang out, "Lady Meng, why are you here?"

Meng's mother didn't expect to see Ye's mother at this time. For a while, she didn't know what to say.

"Mu ', Meng. Recently, Ye Mu was busy with the affairs of Tianxia Embroidery Workshop. She didn't hear the change of Meng's family at all. She looked at Meng's mother and the other two people and was shocked. "Mrs. Meng, why are you like this?"

"It's a long story." Meng Mu's mother did not expect Ye Qingqing's mother to be the only one willing to talk to them. "The Ye family is finished. We want to send Yanqiu to the capital for the exam, but we don't even have a penny."

Ye Qingqing's mother understood. "Meng's Lady, Master Meng, Yanqiu, come in first."

She took the three of them to a very ordinary hotel on the street.

She ordered a few dishes and steamed buns. "It's been two days. You haven't eaten yet. Let's eat first."

When Ye Qingqing's mother was in the Ye family, she had a good relationship with the Meng family. Meng Yanqiu, in particular, had a close relationship with Ye Shaohua. Now that something like this had happened to the Meng family, she could not help but sigh.

There was nothing she could do to help.

Touching the silver in her pocket, she remembered that the silver she brought out this morning was used to buy embroidery thread.

Ye Qingqing's mother frowned. She had wanted to invite Meng Mu's mother to her house, but when she looked up, she saw a girl in green passing by with an umbrella.

Her eyes brightened. "Shaohua, come in!"

Ye Shaohua was going to teach embroidery skills, but she didn't expect to meet Ye Mu on the way.

But in a blink of an eye, when she saw the three people of the Meng family sitting in the tavern, she probably knew the situation.

"Mom, what do you want me to do?" Ye Shaohua didn't go to the tavern.

Ye Mu took a look at the three people, then whispered, "Shaohua, have you brought the silver out?"

Hearing this, Ye Shaohua couldn't help but turn a white eye.

Ye Mu went to twist her ear. "Did you forget that Meng's wife embroidered a handkerchief for you before?"

"I see," Ye Shaohua took out two silver bills from her pocket and handed them to Ye Mu. "Take them. Be careful on the way home.

"Ye Mu looked at it. There were hundreds of taels of silver. Then she let go and walked towards the three people of the Meng family.

After Ye Shaohua handed the silver bills to Ye Mu, he turned around and left without looking at the three people in the room.

This is the first time Meng Yanqiu has seen Ye Shaohua like this since his rebirth.

He saw Ye Shaohua talking to Ye Mu. What did he say?

The Meng family is gone. Don't contact the Meng family?

Meng Yanqiu's eyes are full of sarcasm. They are all like this.

"Mrs. Meng, you eat first. I have something to do. I'll go first." Ye Mu finished with the three people, and then left in a hurry.

Meng Yanqiu looked at his parents lightly. "Don't eat, let's go."

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