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Hou Haiwen's words reached the bridal chamber, and Meng nodded, "I see. Go tell the master, I have the same idea."

"Yes."

Meng was also furious. The fake Hou Hao he had found with great difficulty ran away. This was not his own son and he was unreliable. He could not be relied on at the critical moment. He had better rely on his own son.

She ordered people to put He Miaomeng on the bed. The maids followed her instructions and did not take He Miaomeng seriously at all. With a "clang", they threw her onto the bed.

After all this ordeal, the effect of the knockout drug in He Miaomeng's body had subsided a lot, and he felt a little dizzy, as if he was about to wake up.

"Come here, carry the young master over here, and let them consummate their marriage now."

"Yes."

These people were all Meng's confidants, and they knew that the person they were talking about was Meng's biological son, the real Hou Hao.

Several maids went out, and after a while, they brought back a soft couch. On it lay a skinny young man, his eyes open hazily, as if he was awake, but also as if he was unconscious.

This is Meng's biological son, Hou Hao. He had deficiency symptoms since he was born, and the doctor said he would not live long.

But Hou Haiwen and Meng did not give up. They carefully raised him for so many years and tried every possible method, but Hou Hao still became weaker and weaker.

According to the doctor, the vital energy brought from the womb was insufficient, and the baby was always one step short of life, so he could not survive.

The doctor told Hou Haiwen implicitly that Hou Hao's weakness had little to do with the Meng family, but was mainly due to Hou Haiwen's weak essence, and would remain the same even after regeneration. Hou Haiwen knew this himself, and he gave up hope from then on.

But today it seems that no matter how weak a son is, he is still his own, and he still has to rely on him when something happens. No matter how good someone else's son is, he cannot be raised well even if he is adopted.

Meng leaned close to Hou Hao's ear and said gently, "Hao'er, Hao'er."

Hou Hao struggled to open his eyes, "Mom."

"Oh, okay, okay, Hao'er, Mommy is telling you, you're getting married!"

"young married woman?"

"Yes, that's it, look!"

Mrs. Meng pointed at He Miaomeng. A nanny held He Miaomeng and turned her face towards Hou Hao. He Miaomeng moved slightly.

Hou Hao saw it clearly, smiled, and fell back on the couch. Just this tiny movement made him gasp for breath.

Mrs. Meng was extremely sad, but no matter how heartbroken she was, she had to be cruel. Otherwise, if her son died, she and her husband would be the only ones left, and they would be eaten up by the people in the clan. It would be difficult for them to live in the future when they are old.

"Son, please be patient and have sex with your wife before going to bed, okay?"

Hou Hao was a little scared, "Mom, I, I'm afraid I can't do it!"

"You can do it, it will only take a moment. Hang in there, son. As long as you can leave behind a descendant, your father and I won't be sad!"

Meng choked up, but couldn't cry in front of her son, so she forced a smile.

Hou Hao nodded, "Okay then."

"Don't worry, son. The maids are here to help you."

There were still shouts from Lin and others outside, so this matter had to be dealt with quickly.

The maids followed the order and first stripped He Miaomeng of her clothes and threw them on the bed. Then they carefully took off Hou Hao's clothes, let the two of them lie together, and covered them with a red quilt.

Of course, Hou Hao couldn't do it. He lay there for a while, then Mrs. Meng ordered again, "Go get some ginseng slices and let the young master hold them in his mouth."

"Yes."

A slice of century-old ginseng was brought over and given to Hou Hao to hold in his mouth. Ginseng is a very nutritious food, and after sucking on it for a while, Hou Hao felt stronger.

"let's start."

"Yes, ma'am."

Two experienced maids came forward, one fiddled with Hou Hao and the other fiddled with He Miaomeng, and asked them to have sex.

This kind of thing is not uncommon in wealthy families. Continuing the family line is so important that people will think of even the most incredible methods to have children. Survival is much more important than face.

Hou Hao is considerate of his parents and tries his best to cooperate with them. As for He Miaomeng, he doesn't care about her at all. What does it have to do with him? The two of them are so cruel that their children will not be good people either.

He Miaomeng felt something was wrong in her daze. Sometimes she felt it was very bright, sometimes it felt very dark, sometimes she felt cold, and sometimes she felt warm.

Sometimes I heard a noisy sound, and sometimes I heard a man breathing.

He Miaomeng was a little scared. It felt like she was dreaming, but not really. She tried desperately to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt like they weighed a thousand pounds and she couldn't open them at all.

Suddenly, she seemed to be injected with strength, her soul finally returned to her body, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

Ah, why is there a man's face looking at her in a daze!

He Miaomeng screamed, "Ah! There's a man! Someone come!"

She had just woken up and had some strength left in her body, but she was frightened again, so she swung her hands around like Hot Wheels.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, all of them hit Hou Hao, making him spit out blood.

The maids yelled, "Master!"

He Miaomeng then realized that she was naked and lying next to this man. She was even more frightened, "Ah, who are you? What's going on?"

She was so scared that she didn't know whether she was dreaming or being kidnapped. She wrapped the quilt around herself and wanted to jump out of the bed.

But she didn't have a good aim and jumped onto Hou Hao, then sat on his chest.

Hou Hao was originally a sickly person, so thin that only his ribs were left. When He Miaomeng sat on him, his ribs broke and he spat out some blood.

He was originally on his last breath, and if he hadn't gone through all this trouble, he could have lived a few more days. But now that breath was overdrawn, he was rapidly declining.

Montessori yelled, "Son!"

She slapped He Miaomeng hard in the face, "Get out! Don't hurt my son!"

He Miaomeng was not someone to be trifled with. She was not aware of the situation and thought she was being victimized. She did not even stand up and sat heavily on Hou Hao twice.

"You want to harm me? No way! Do you know who I am? Let me go!"

Hou Hao screamed, "Mother..."

He rolled his eyes and was crushed to death!