After that, Ying Qingcang resumed his sexual life, and the summer vacation was coming to an end. The day before leaving, he took Xin Qing to a lavender field dozens of kilometers away from the town.
"It's so beautiful!" Xin Qing exclaimed as she looked at the large field of pink, blue, and purple lavender.
Ying Qingcang nodded. "Go ahead. Don't you want to roll around in it?" Xin Qing had occasionally said that it would be great if she could roll around in the fragrant and soft lavender field!
"Someone else planted this, right? How can you step on it? "Xin Qing rolled her eyes at him.
Ying Qingcang picked her up and rushed into the field as Xin Qing screamed. "Now, it's yours!"
"You bought it?" Xin Qing put her arms around Ying Qingcang's neck and stared at him with bright eyes.
Ying Qingcang was very happy and threw her into the lavender field. "Yes, so you can roll around in it as much as you want."
"Ha, ha, ha, ha!" Xin Qing rolled around in the field of flowers happily and threw a handful of petals into the sky. "Thank you, Ying Qingcang! Thank you! "She looked at Ying Qingcang with undisguised love and gratitude in her eyes.
Ying Qingcang couldn't help but open his arms. Xin Qing jumped up and threw herself into his arms. Because of inertia, the two of them fell back together and rolled into the thick lavender field.
"It's a pity to leave such a large field here." Xin Qing poked Ying Qingcang's face twice with a flower stem. Ying Qingcang bit her hand and said, "How about we go back and buy a cosmetics company and make it into cosmetics?"
Xin Qing turned over and climbed on his chest. "Boss, am I the one?"
"Hmm … I can think about it." Ying Qingcang's hands began to wander around again. Xin Qing glared at him and punched him. "What are you doing? It's broad daylight, and there are people on the other side of the road! "
Ying Qingcang pinched the soft flesh on her waist. "I just touched it. What are you thinking?"
"Then tell me, am I the boss?" Xin Qing stuffed a lavender into Ying Qingcang's mouth. Ying Qingcang turned over and pressed her under his body. He said vaguely, "If you serve me well, it's yours." After that, he kissed her. The scent of lavender filled his mouth. Xin Qing tried to push him away, but she did not have the strength to let him feed her the flowers.
When the setting sun dyed the large flower field with a layer of golden color, the two came out of the sea of flowers. Xin Qing blushed and pulled up her clothes. She kept rolling her eyes at Ying Qingcang. Ying Qingcang hugged her with satisfaction and said, "Good job. I'll let you be the boss!"
The next day, they returned to the Ying family's ancestral home. From a distance, they saw Monica standing at the door and waving to her.
"Siman Rong is back, and her son is with her!" Monica grabbed Xin Qing and told her. "You have to be careful. I think she seems to be stranger."
"Hehe. I knew she wouldn't give up. She's the kind of person who doesn't want others to get what she can't get." Xin Qing gave Monica the gift she had brought back. "Hehe. I knew she wouldn't give up.
"Tsk, tsk. Luckily, Uncle Ying doesn't seem to like her either. Otherwise, the Ying family would have been taken over by her a long time ago." Monica opened the gift and found that it was a lavender gift bag. She took a sniff and thanked Xin Qing. Xin Qing nodded. "So it's even stranger. If he doesn't like her, why did he marry her? And … marrying the child of his dead friend. "Xin Qing shrugged." Isn't it strange? "
"It's useless for us to guess. Anyway, you're going back to China, and I'm going to school. She has nothing to do with us." Monica looked at Xin Qing. "Why do I feel that you've become prettier after going out?"
"Have I?" Xin Qing touched her face and said with a smile, "I'm in a good mood!"
Monica curled her lips and pushed her downstairs.
No matter how much she didn't want to see someone, she couldn't avoid dinner. Besides, she and Ying Qingcang were leaving tomorrow, so Ying Hao specially arranged for everyone to have dinner together. When Xin Qing saw Siman Rong, she was talking to a ten-year-old child with a smile.
"Mu Hai, this is your brother's friend. Call her aunt." Siman Rong saw Xin Qing's eyes flash a few times. She quickly pulled the boy beside her. "Xin Qing, this is my son!"
"Pfft!" Monica was the first to laugh. Then, she winked at Xin Qing.
Ying Qingcang glanced at her coldly and was about to say something. Xin Qing quickly sat beside him and pressed his hand. Then she looked at Mu Hai with a smile and said, "I'm Ying Qingcang's wife, but you don't have to call me aunt. I'm much younger than your mother. You can call me sister!"
This woman really wanted to make trouble. She and Ying Qingcang became friends when she talked about it. Her son called Ying Qingcang brother, but she became an aunt when she talked about it. Xin Qing felt ridiculous. Last time Ying Qingcang almost strangled her to death, but she didn't know fear and dared to provoke her.
"You don't deserve to marry my brother. He only married you because of the ancestral rule." Ying Muhai looked at Xin Qing with contempt and a bad attitude.
Ying Qingcang raised his hand and threw the fish soup on the table over. Siman Rong quickly pulled Ying Muhai. Crack! The blue and white porcelain bowl was broken on the ground. The fish soup splashed on Siman Rong and her son. Ying Muhai was afraid of Ying Qingcang since he was a child. Seeing him like this, he immediately cried.
"Wow … Mom." He threw himself into Rong Siman's arms. Rong Siman anxiously checked to see if he had been scalded. Then, she turned to look at Ying Qingcang with reddened eyes. When she saw that Ying Qingcang's gaze was fixed on Xin Qing, she gritted her teeth and turned to face Ying Hao.
"Ah Hao, look, Muhai is a child. He is so naive that he is crying."
Monica sneered and said, "Yes, the child is naive. Who taught him that?" She glanced at Siman Rong. She really didn't shed tears until she saw the coffin.
"Monica, this is the business of our Ying family. You'd better not interfere as an outsider." Siman Rong wouldn't give her face.
Monica felt funny and said, "You're the Ying family? When did you change your surname? "
"I married Ah Hao and gave birth to a son for the Ying family. Of course, I'm a member of the Ying family." Siman Rong said proudly.
Monica patted the table and said, "Well said, your son …"
"Monica!" Ying Hao suddenly shouted, which scared Monica and made her shiver.
Ying Hao's eyes were deep, and no one could tell whether he was happy or angry. He sighed and said to Monica, "Okay, sit down and eat." He then glared at Siman Rong and said, "A Cang is leaving tomorrow. If you still want to make trouble, take Muhai away from the table."
"It's okay, you guys continue. We're done eating." Ying Qingcang picked up food for Xin Qing and ate by himself. Xin Qing smiled and gnawed on a piece of venison. She even said regretfully, "The fish soup smells so good."
"When we go back, I'll ask Auntie Tian to make it for you!" Ying Qingcang said and glanced at Siman Rong. Very good, she was still not afraid of death …
The next morning, Ying Qingcang was about to take Xin Qing out. Seeing him ask someone to move the luggage into the car, Xin Qing asked in confusion, "Didn't you say that you're leaving in the afternoon?"
"I'll take you to a place, and then we'll go directly to the airport." Ying Qingcang opened the car door. Xin Qing looked back at the second floor. "I haven't said hello to Uncle Ying yet!" Ying Qingcang pushed her into the car. "No, I'll call him for you."
Xin Qing stuck her head out of the window helplessly and happened to see Ying Hao standing at the window and waving at her. Xin Qing quickly raised her hand and waved a few times. Ying Qingcang asked someone to start the car and drive away. The car passed through the city again. This time, they entered the mountains. The winding mountain road circled several hills. Only then did Xin Qing see a white building.
It was a very gorgeous castle villa, full of modern feeling. There were gold and white sculptures everywhere. As soon as they entered through the big iron gate, they saw a large neatly built flower bed lawn. Several foreigners in tuxedos stood at the gate. When they saw their car stop, they hurried forward to open the door.
"Young master, the count has been waiting for you for a long time." The old man in the lead said respectfully to Ying Qingcang.
Ying Qingcang nodded. As he walked, he asked Xin Qing, "How's your English?"
"I understand all of it." Xin Qing raised her head and glanced at him. She was going to study in France. Not only did she learn English, but she also took French as a minor!
Seeing her proud look, Ying Qingcang couldn't help but pinch her chin. "Don't be afraid when you see that old man later. If you don't want to talk to him, don't talk. We'll leave after we take a look."
"Who on earth is he?" Xin Qing asked curiously.
Ying Qingcang answered expressionlessly, "My grandfather."
…
Xin Qing met Ying Qingcang's grandfather in a well-decorated study. Monica had occasionally revealed that this grandfather was a real count, who was directly related to the British royal family.
In other words, Ying Qingcang's dead mother was an out-and-out princess. It was said that no matter what, Ying Qingcang could be crowned as the next heir of the count. Unfortunately, he didn't want to talk to this grandfather.
"So this is the girl?" An old British man with a white beard frowned as he stared at Xin Qing with a threatening look on his face.
Seeing that Ying Qingcang didn't respond at all, Xin Qing sighed and politely greeted the old man in English. "Hello, my name is Xin Qing."
"You look okay, but I don't know how your IQ is. Will your child be as smart as A Cang?" The old man looked at Xin Qing and said.
Xin Qing twitched the corner of her mouth. How was she supposed to answer this …
"Whether he is smart or not, he is my son. It has nothing to do with you." Ying Qingcang finally spoke, but it was better not to speak. His grandfather was so angry that his beard stood up, and the crutch in his hand hit the floor loudly.
"How can it have nothing to do with me? Your son is my great-grandson. It doesn't matter if you don't want to come back, but you can't stop me from acknowledging my great-grandson. "After saying this, the old man coughed twice and his body swayed. Xin Qing was so scared that she hurried to help him.
"Grandpa … Grandpa, don't be so angry. Take care of yourself." She couldn't anger him to death. What was going on?
The old man looked at Xin Qing and sat down as if he was very satisfied. Then he said, "Call me again."
Huh? Call what? Xin Qing didn't know how to react.
Seeing her eyes, the old man became angry again. "Is it so difficult for you to call me again?"
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