Rebirth of the Superpower Queen

Chapter 146 Birthday Party

Following Meng Zhiling's roar, the whole audience fell silent again. Some people were there to watch the show, while others were really gossiping, wondering what the relationship between this girl and the Ming family was.

"Who are you? How can anyone of you do whatever you want in my Ming family?" Ming Shunde was completely furious.

After Mingzhu made such a fuss just now, he tried hard to control his emotions, but considering that Mingzhu is related to him by blood, he couldn't lose his temper in public. But now, he still had to show his dignity in front of this little girl.

"Who am I? Haha, it's normal that you don't know me!" Meng Zhiling laughed loudly towards the sky, with the same expression as Mingzhu, and said sarcastically.

"Her name is Meng Zhiling, and she is my fiancé!" Qiao Surong also walked to Meng Zhiling, took his hand, clasped their fingers together, looked at each other affectionately, and then announced loudly.

"Mr. Qiao?" Ming Shunde narrowed his eyes and looked at the people on the stage.

"Yes, she is not only my fiancée, but also the daughter of Ms. Mingzhu!" Qiao Surong nodded and revealed Meng Zhiling's identity again.

"What? Mingzhu's daughter?" Ming Shunde looked at Mingzhu nervously.

Mingzhu just smiled and nodded slightly.

"So, you are my granddaughter?" After being surprised, Ming Shunde was also a little surprised.

When people reach his age, no matter how powerful they are, they will dream of being surrounded by children and grandchildren, but his children just don't fulfill his wish.

Although the second daughter is married, she married in the United States, and the two of them are in the DINK trend. Not to mention the third and fourth daughters, they are workaholics all day long. The fifth daughter is now in the army, and it is wishful thinking to expect him to get married and have children soon.

Now he treats his brother's grandson, Mingjian, as his own grandson, so no matter what mistakes Mingjian makes outside, he will condone, cover up and solve them!

"What? Mr. Ming, don't look at my young age, but my hearing is not very good. If I heard correctly, you want me to be your granddaughter?" Meng Zhiling smiled sweetly, holding her ears with her hands, pretending to be serious.

Ming Shunde opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. Meng Zhiling then said, "That won't do. After all, you can't eat anything you want, and you can't yell at anyone you want. You kicked my mother out of the Ming family, so I have nothing to do with them anymore!"

"Since you have nothing to do with the Ming family, why are you coming to our Ming family?"

A man's voice sounded, with a hint of hatred in it.

Ming Jian, who was originally flirting with girls and drinking in the audience, slowly walked onto the stage and spoke to Meng Zhiling.

After Ming Jian finished speaking, he looked at Ming Shunde's expression again and found that he had no intention of stopping him, so he became bolder.

"Haha, Mingjian? Are you healed?" Meng Zhiling raised her eyebrows and hit his sore spot.

Because Meng Zhiling had hit him so hard at that time, he really didn't recover in such a short time.

Hearing Meng Zhiling ask this, coupled with the sarcastic smile on her face, Ming Jian felt a piercing pain in his legs and arms, sweeping through his senses.

A feeling of fear and terror arose spontaneously, even though he knew that he now had Ming Shunde's support.

"Witch, believe it or not, I will let my grandfather execute you on the spot today to avenge me?" Ming Jian said loudly with a frown after the pain in his body disappeared.

"Why? You all know each other?"

Ming Shunde looked at Ming Jian with some doubt in his heart, but his face showed no expression.

"It's more than just knowing each other, we have a very close relationship!" Meng Zhiling smiled confidently, as if she understood what Ming Shunde was thinking.

"What do you mean? Witch, stop talking nonsense. What can I have to do with you?"

Ming Jian looked at the old man's icy face and immediately realized Meng Zhiling's purpose. He pointed at Meng Zhiling with his index finger angrily.

"Haha, really? What about the last time in the Czech Republic?"

Meng Zhiling raised her eyebrows, with an indescribable ambiguity in her eyes. After she finished speaking, she deliberately winked at Ming Jian.

In this way, everyone thought that the two of them did have a deep friendship, but now one was playing the good guy and the other was playing the bad guy.

"What Czech? Don't talk nonsense. I know you want to sow discord, but you also need to see how much you weigh. The question of who you are has not been solved!" Ming Jian said excitedly, his fingers still not lowered.

Ming Jian is not good at anything, but he is good at picking up girls and talking. Because he is a bit cunning and sweet-talking, he is the most favored by Ming Shunde among so many nephews and grandchildren.

"Mingjian, why don't you learn your lesson? Didn't I warn you last time not to point your finger at me? Didn't I tell you that?" Meng Zhiling gently pinched Mingjian's index finger with two fingers, smiling, but everyone could see that Mingjian seemed to be particularly uncomfortable and in pain at this time.

"Crack!" Finally, the fingers could not bear the heavy force of Meng Zhiling. In the end, no one knew whether the joint was dislocated or the bone was shattered. In short, Ming Jian screamed and collapsed to the ground in pain.

"Who made you so forgetful? If you had remembered better, you wouldn't have suffered so much!" Meng Zhiling frowned, looking very sorry for him.

But in the eyes of others, the "kindness" emanating from her eyes looked particularly weird and perverted.

Especially the cold temperament on his body, which makes people shudder.

Meng Zhiling stood up straight, but a group of people rushed onto the stage and surrounded them.

Meng Zhiling looked around and raised a contemptuous smile on her lips. The self-confidence and arrogance that made her originally petite figure look particularly "majestic"!

Meng Zhiling protected Mingzhu behind her and fought with Qiao Surong in reverse, leaving the side to Ming Yi. A few people formed the center, surrounded by layer upon layer of security or soldiers.

Even the youngest general son of the Ming family had a dangerous look in his eyes, and he was signaling his brothers with his eyes, eager to give it a try.

"Everyone, retreat!" Just as Meng Zhiling was preparing for a formal battle, a loud shout was heard, and in an instant, the several layers of encirclement were dispersed.

"Mingzhu, is she really your daughter?" Ming Shunde also walked onto the stage, looked at Mingzhu, and confirmed again.

Before Mingzhu could answer, Ming Shunde took the microphone and looked around at the audience. He saw that those so-called upper classes all looked like they were enjoying the show, and he sneered in his heart.

"It's Ming's birthday today and I'm very happy that my eldest daughter is back. So, I'll leave this place to Ming Jian to greet everyone. Our family hasn't been together for twenty years, and I want to spend some time with my eldest daughter. So I'm sorry, I can't stay with you for long, so please forgive me. But I also believe that everyone here will give me Ming a favor." Ming Shunde spoke flawlessly, showing his fatherly side and leaving the guests speechless. They could only give him face and stop mentioning and paying attention to the matter.

"Mingyi, Mingzhu, Miss Meng Zhiling and Mr. Qiao, please come over." Ming Shunde looked like a scholar, and his calm demeanor did not seem like the kind of cruel and ruthless person who would be so cruel to his own children.

However, you can never judge a person by his appearance. Some people may appear to be righteous and upright, but they are actually very cunning in their hearts.

Meng Zhiling and Ming Yi looked at each other, Ming Yi nodded, and then followed Ming Shunde with a few people.

The remaining children had to stay behind to entertain the guests because their father did not give the order, and even the old lady did not go with them.

When we arrived at Ming Shunde's study, the servant immediately made tea and then left quietly.

"Miss, Miss, it's really you, it's really you, are you really back?" Several people were about to take a seat, but an old woman's voice sounded, and then they saw a middle-aged woman with gray hair, still wearing a waist apron, and a little short and fat, appeared at the door of the study.

Looking at Mingzhu, he opened his mouth excitedly, but had nothing to say. Then he looked at Ming Shunde's dark face and became nervous again. He didn't dare to cross the border at all.

"Mrs. Lin, it's really me. I'm not dead." Mingzhu saw that she didn't dare to come in, so she went out, pulled Mrs. Lin who was about to cry, smiled, and tried her best to hold back the tears in her eyes and prevent them from falling.

"I'm glad you're not dead. I'm glad you're back. I'll make your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs just for you." Mrs. Lin was so excited that she didn't know what to say. She could only do what she could. She remembered that the eldest lady loved sweet and sour pork ribs the most, and she liked them made by her the most.

"Well, go ahead. Thank you." Mingzhu nodded. She knew that this was not the time to reminisce with Mrs. Lin. Although the relationship between them was indeed deeper than with anyone else in this house, perhaps because of this relationship, she would plunge Mrs. Lin into dire straits.

"Mingzhu, come and sit next to me." Ming Shunde patiently let the two finish reminiscing about the past, then he patted the sofa beside him and said gently, his eyes always moving between Mingzhu and Meng Zhiling.

When Mingzhu passed by Meng Zhiling, Meng Zhiling reached out and grabbed her wrist. She was worried. She always felt that Ming Shunde gave her a much more complicated feeling than the kind and calm image he appeared to be.

Mingzhu smiled at her, patted the back of her hand, and nodded in relief to indicate that it was okay.

Only then did Meng Zhiling let go.

"Where have you been all these years? Are you living well? How is Meng Qiu Ming?" Ming Shunde personally poured tea for Mingzhu and asked with a loving look in his eyes.

"Haha, where have I been all these years? Don't you really know? And how is Qiu Ming? Don't you really know anything about him?" Mingzhu snorted coldly, her eyes full of resentment.

"Okay, Dad is indeed responsible for Qiu Ming's matter, but so many years have passed. I hope you can let go of the past." Ming Shunde and Mingzhu were like playing a game of charades, talking back and forth. Meng Zhiling and Qiao Surong didn't understand anything, but in connection with the stories Ming Yi had told them before, they could roughly guess some things.

"Yes, let go of the past. If I hadn't, I wouldn't appear in front of you today. But what about what happened last time?" Mingzhu tilted her head, her tone and eyes full of questioning.