Chapter 131

By the way, Grandma, have you investigated the details of that Lin Meng?

When Lin Meng was mentioned, Fang Fang's eyes instantly turned cold and stern, her ageless face full of confusion and dissatisfaction.

This Lin Meng is indeed strange; I had your cousin investigate, and she's just an ordinary rural commoner, her family has no notable background, poor and powerless, yet she has a childhood engagement with the Ye Family.

What? A childhood engagement?!

Fang Siyao immediately sensed a huge threat.

In elite circles, childhood engagements are still prevalent behind the scenes.

That day, Ye Grandfather's attitude toward Lin Meng was practically the same as toward his own granddaughter, which inevitably made her wary.

But Fang Fang then continued:

Don't panic first; your cousin's ability to gather information is still decent. I heard this childhood engagement has been called off. Based on current intel, this Lin Meng is utterly ordinary, and with such a lowly status, even Ye Xiangrong would likely not permit such a daughter-in-law into the family.

Fang Siyao couldn't help but sigh in relief upon hearing that, and she sneered.

Indeed, aside from her pretty face, that woman really has no outstanding qualities; her status is so low, it's only natural for the Ye Family to break off the engagement.

Fang Fang furrowed her brows, she didn't go on.

Actually, it was Lin Meng who initiated the breakup, not the Ye Family.

However, Fang Fang thought it was no big deal; at most it shows that Lin Meng is pragmatic, knowing that with her status she simply isn't fit to be the Ye Family's matriarch.

Taking the initiative to withdraw was a wise move; it shows she has courage.

Perhaps that's also why she caught Ye Xiangrong's eye.

After all, women like Lin Meng who aren't greedy for wealth and status are truly rare……

At noon, Lin Meng received an invitation from Ye Chenjing.

Although she wasn't invited by the Fang Family, she had heard of that Little Southern Heaven Daoist Temple; it's said to be very famous yet especially mysterious.

It's said that several Daoist masters there possess genuine abilities; those who have seen them say they are like immortals.

Out of curiosity, Lin Meng gladly accepted Ye Chenjing's invitation.

Anyway, she won't be in seclusion cultivating anytime soon, so tomorrow she'll just go join the fun.

During these five days of seclusion, Lin Meng exhausted all the Yellow Dragon Pills, finally reaching the bottleneck for breaking through to the second layer of Qi Refining.

It's a pity that the cultivation-aiding pills she had on hand are used up; although the Aperture-Clearing Pill still has some effect, she has already formally embarked on the path of immortality, so the Aperture-Clearing Pill's effect is still far insufficient.

While waiting for Ye Fan to emerge from seclusion, she wandered around to relax, which might also help with her later breakthrough bottleneck.

After an afternoon break, Lin Meng stood on the rooftop terrace and stretched.

Not long after, a strange luxury car pulled up to her gate, and two people got out.

Lin Meng took a closer look, and her brows immediately knit tightly.

How could it be Lin Haocheng?

At that moment, Dong Jiaxu gazed at the doorway ahead and jerked his chin at Lin Haocheng.

Lin Haocheng took a deep breath, stepped forward, and pressed the doorbell.

Before coming, Lin Haocheng simply couldn't believe that the ownership of this house actually lay in the hands of that despicable person.

He had asked acquaintances, and this mansion is certainly not cheap—at least eight hundred million!

How could Lin Meng possibly have that much money? Absolutely impossible!

But why is this house under her name? Even if it's truly because a boss took a fancy to her and made her his secret lover.

Which boss would be willing to splurge several hundred million to buy a house for an outside woman?

Even if it's true love, one couldn't be that generous, could they?

The doorbell chimed softly, and Lin Haocheng harbored ten thousand unwillingness to see Lin Meng open the door.

But Dong Jiaxu behind him began to anticipate.

Lin Haocheng, you said Lin Meng is your cousin, right? Surely you have her contact; just call her to come open the door.

Lin Haocheng turned his head and gave a bitter smile: "Master Dong, don't mock me; you don't know, this cousin of mine is extremely rebellious, never putting family elders in her sight, I can only see her by personally blocking the door."

He doesn't even have Lin Meng's contact—he's a debt-ridden jinx, moreover the chief culprit who seized the old residence; he previously couldn't be bothered to deal with him.

Who could have imagined that one day there would be a time when he would actively seek her out?

Dong Jiaxu laughed behind him with a mocking expression, yet inwardly he scoffed at Lin Haocheng.

Don't think he's a fool; he really just listened to Lin Haocheng's one-sided account.

What about being a mistress or concubine? He had already secretly investigated; this Lin Meng bought the house from Lord Jing's hands, and no one else was involved in the transaction.

Being able to buy this mansion from Lord Jing shows that Lin Meng is certainly not as Lin Haocheng described; at the very least, she is someone who hides her abilities.

He already looked down on Lin Haocheng in his heart.

A waste who spends his days mingling in the rich-second-generation circle, earning dirty money as a lackey, he disdains blindly trusting everything.

Using him is merely to seek some amusement.

Seeing no one answer the door, Lin Haocheng also recalled how Lin Meng, with her silver tongue, had once embarrassed him at the village entrance, and he no longer wanted to stay.

Regardless of whether this house actually belongs to Lin Meng right now, he cannot afford to lose face in front of Master Dong.

Who knows if that crazy woman might, in front of Master Dong, expose some of his family's affairs?

After all, in front of outsiders he has always maintained a facade of high status, never admitting he came from a rural background, let alone having a father who runs a lucky sand field and a fish farm.

Thus, after Lin Haocheng pressed the doorbell a few times, he said to Dong Jiaxu:

Master Dong, it seems no one's home; why don't we leave for now, and we'll come again once I manage to contact her?

Dong Jiaxu had his hands in his pockets, completely ignoring Lin Haocheng.

He absentmindedly lifted his head, and a silhouette of a girl bathed in sunlight appeared in his vision.

Gentle sunlight fell upon her, giving off an aura of a fairy descending to the mortal realm, instantly enchanting Dong Jiaxu.

Only after he came to his senses did he realize, isn't that Lin Haocheng's cousin?

Lin Mengye noticed Dong Jiaxu's gaze, her brows slightly furrowed, and she made a shushing gesture toward him.

Dong Jiaxu's eyes flashed, he gave a secret nod, and his heart was pounding.

What kind of background does Lin Haocheng's family have? His cousin is also way too good-looking!

After Lin Meng steadied the little rascal, she looked left and right, and there happened to be a pottery jar; inside had collected some rainwater, mixed with the soil originally used for planting flowers, and it was very dirty.

She curled the corner of her mouth, lifted the pottery jar, aimed it at Lin Haocheng's head, and poured it over him.

Lin Haocheng was still trying to peek inside through any gap he could find, when suddenly he felt a chill on top of his head.

Immediately, a stream of dirty water mixed with viscous liquid, filthy and with a strong earthy smell, drenched him, turning him into a filthy mess.

Lin Haocheng flew into a rage and let out a curse.

"Damn! Who the hell did this!"

As he spoke, he fiercely wiped the filth from his face and then lifted his head to look.

Lin Meng threw away the pottery jar, covered her mouth in a feigned look of surprise.

"Yah! How is it you, cousin? Really, it's you, cousin—what are you doing downstairs at my house?"