Chapter 40

In Yun Cheng, Lin Meng sold off the gold jewelry in batches and quickly accumulated over one million.

The money came fast and in large amounts, leaving Lin Meng momentarily dazed, feeling somewhat unreal.

The pressure of owing Ye Chenjing five million was greatly reduced all at once, and she felt relieved.

At this rate of making money, paying off a mere five million debt is just a matter of minutes; I believe it will be cleared soon.

Lin Meng went to that jewelry studio again with the remaining jewelry.

The studio, having worked with her twice, already listed Lin Meng as a senior VIP—not only offering her fair prices but also settling payments in one go, with funds arriving instantly.

This time, the studio accepted another 1.2 million worth of goods from Lin Meng, and the amount was quickly credited to her account.

The client manager in charge was extremely courteous to Lin Meng, his smile never fading from the moment he saw her, treating her entirely as his first big break in her career and his major patron.

"Miss Lin, to be honest, every time you provide these jewelry designs they are very novel, and the jewelry quality is top-notch; our designers don't even need to do any secondary processing, and a large number of wealthy ladies rush to buy them."

"By the way, this is our boss's business card; our boss is a person from Jing Shi, and after hearing about you last time, he personally came to Yun Cheng, but unfortunately missed you."

"She insisted we hand over the card to you; she is waiting for your arrival in Jing Shi."

Lin Meng was happy to meet more important figures; this jewelry studio has the best reputation and largest scale in Yun Cheng.

The studio's behind-the-scenes boss intended to make connections, and she naturally would not refuse.

Perhaps there will be more jewelry to sell in the future, and she indeed needs a reliable and strong partner.

Just as Lin Meng was preparing to return to Qing Tang Town, she unexpectedly received an invitation from Fifth Lord Qin.

Lin Meng originally wanted to refuse, as she no longer had any debt relationship with this lord, and he seemed not simple; getting too involved with him might not be good.

But the lackey who came to deliver the message acted as if he would follow her if she didn't go with him; Lin Meng had no choice and could only go meet Fifth Lord Qin.

By the time she arrived at the club, Qin Feng was already waiting.

A smile played on his unrestrained, carefree face, and he still looked suave and debonair.

If the uncle circle could rank ordinary people, this Fifth Lord would definitely be on the list.

"Fifth Lord Qin, what do you want from me?"

Qin Feng poured wine, lit a cigarette in one smooth motion, lazily leaned back on the sofa, exhaling clouds, his gaze fixed straight on Lin Meng.

"I heard you were selling off gold all over Yun Cheng's jewelry stores today, and finally went to Lingyue Jewelry; when you came out, the manager treated you with such reverence it was like seeing off an empress dowager."

Lin Meng: ……

"How dare you speak like that—am I really that old? If you must compare, it should be to a princess."

Lin Meng tried to joke to deflect the topic, but Qin Feng suddenly laughed so hard his shoulders shook.

"Alright, alright, if you say princess then princess—so, Your Highness, do you have the guts to handle that much gold, silver, and jewelry in Yun Cheng in a single day without worrying about being watched by someone with ill intent?"

Lin Meng's heart skipped a beat at his words; she had been careful today, yet perhaps she had still been noticed.

Seeing her wary expression, Qin Feng originally wanted to tease and scare her a bit, but after thinking it over he decided not to.

He rose and walked over to Lin Meng, lowering his voice to say:

"Don't worry, my people have hidden your little tail for you; if you ever have that much goods to sell again, you can come find me."

Lin Meng stepped back a few paces and did not accept his words.

"What are you talking about? I can't understand a word you're saying."

Uh-oh, this unrestrained, freedom-loving uncle surely already suspects her.

An ordinary girl with no background or power suddenly possessing that much gold and jewelry—he wouldn't think it all came from illegitimate means, would he?

Qin Feng saw her keep a straight face while cold sweat beaded on her forehead, and he let out a puff of laughter.

"Alright, you may go; remember to come find me next time there's such a good opportunity, and be careful not to attract attention."

Lin Meng dared not stay any longer; she slipped away on the spot and turned to leave.

Suddenly, Qin Feng's voice sounded again from behind.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you—these past few days someone has been inquiring about you; it's probably your uncle, and I suppose he already knows you've paid back the money you owed me."

Lin Meng heard this without a ripple; she had never intended to keep it hidden anyway.

Even if Lin Jianyang found out, what would it matter?

"Thanks, Uncle, and by the way, Uncle, smoke less—you'd be more handsome if not for that big yellow tooth of yours."

Lin Meng slipped away, leaving Qin Feng with a look of disbelief.

"Are my teeth yellow?" he asked the lackey beside him.

The lackey nodded, "Yellow." Seeing Qin Feng's killing intent flare, the lackey hurriedly shook his head and corrected himself.

"Not yellow, not yellow—Boss, your teeth are white."

Yet in his mind he muttered, "Miss Lin was the one who first said you had a mouth full of big yellow teeth—why am I the one getting scolded?"

Qin Feng smiled ambiguously, took out his phone to check his teeth, and the smile on his face faded.

Damn, his teeth really aren't photogenic, letting a little girl lecture him.

"This little girl, she's to my taste……"

Lin Meng returned to Qing Tang Town; before she could even take a bite of hot food, she received a relentless urging call from her uncle.

Lin Meng had already blocked those relatives' contact numbers, but she hadn't changed her phone number, so Lin Jianyang calling from an unknown number still got through.

"Lin Meng, in a few days it will be your grandfather's memorial day; when are you coming back to the village? I plan to gather the relatives and hold a memorial ceremony for your grandfather at the village ancestral hall."

Lin Meng heard this and snorted.

"Does Uncle even remember Grandfather's memorial day? The sun would have to rise in the west before you lot sweep his tomb on Qingming—now you're pretending to be filial?"

"You brat, spouting nonsense! I am your elder!"

Lin Meng outright ignored Lin Jianyang's appeal to seniority and fell into silent thought.

Sure enough, in a few days it will be Grandfather's memorial day; it's strange that these past few days Grandfather hasn't come to her in dreams—could it be that the approaching memorial makes something inconvenient?

Uncle definitely lacks that filial heart, and on top of that he's a miser—using the village ancestral hall for a personal memorial requires payment; given his character, he would never be this generous, so he's surely up to something.

Suddenly, Lin Meng thought of something, and her face darkened.

Fifth Lord Qin revealed that the eldest uncle had someone inquire about her news; he must know the money has already been repaid.

Besides, the last time she went to the Jing Shi temple to request a memorial tablet for her grandfather, she was also seen by Lin Qianqian.

They must really want to know where all that money came from and how much is left.

Having figured that out, Lin Meng narrowed her eyes.

"Ancestor worship, right? Fine, I'll go back—Grandfather's memorial tablet is still enshrined at my place."

"Since it's being held in the ancestral hall, we definitely need to make Grandfather's send-off grander. I heard that last year the richest man in the neighboring village held a funeral for his father, feeding the whole village for three days and three nights. As the richest of our Lin Jia Cun, you can't lose face."

"You want to use Grandfather's memorial day to trip her up, huh? Fine, then I'll make you lose a lot of money!"