After being reborn, her aloof ex-husband and her crazy deceased husband got into a fight.

When Meng Yu saw Lan Tingzhou, he was first startled, then relieved, even showing a hint of excitement and a touch of malice. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

However, he immediately thought of Gan Cai'er. She would never allow him to affect Lan Tingzhou's chances in next year's imperial examination. Therefore, he forcibly suppressed that slight excitement.

Lan Tingzhou has always been meticulous and perceptive. Emperor Jinghe once described him as "so intelligent he's almost supernatural." It's been almost half a year since he last approached him... Meng Yu couldn't help but chuckle. It seems the young Lan Tingzhou is far from being as capable as he will be in the future.

"Oh, it's Young Master Lan! It's been a long time." Meng Yu said with a smile as he stepped through the door.

"A servant just came to say that the visitor was Boss Gan from Danzhou, but now it's Young Master Lan?"

Zhao Mingchang was shocked. It turned out that this person's surname was not Gan, but "Lan," which his young master disliked the most!

"Young Master, I truly didn't know he wasn't Boss Gan!" Zhao Mingchang was extremely annoyed. Then he turned to Lan Tingzhou and said accusingly, "Young Master Lan, I trusted you so much, how could you deceive me?"

Lan Tingzhou put down the scroll in his hand, looked at Meng Yu, and said calmly, "Young Master Meng, there is no need to blame Steward Zhao. It was I who claimed to be surnamed Gan. Gan is my wife's surname, and Gan Baoyuan is my brother-in-law. Today, I am just using his name."

“If you are indeed concerned, then I, Lan, apologize to you. However, I and Young Master Meng are old acquaintances and have spent quite a bit of time together, and I have never heard you mention that the surname ‘Lan’ would be of any trouble to you.”

Although Lanting Zhou expressed his apologies, his attitude was extremely cold, showing no sign of remorse whatsoever.

"This matter is none of your business. You may leave now." Meng Yu waved his hand, dismissing Zhao Mingchang.

"You go down too," Lan Tingzhou said, turning to Mo Yun.

Mo Yun lowered her head and quickly left.

Only Lan Tingzhou and Meng Yu remained in the room.

"Tsk, Young Master Lan has sent everyone away. Is there something you wish to discuss privately with me?" Meng Yu raised an eyebrow and said with a mocking expression.

"I am doing this for Young Master Meng's sake. After all, coveting another man's wife and harboring wicked intentions is no different from being a beast. If word gets out, he will be despised by the world and cursed by thousands."

“Even if Young Master Meng doesn’t care about his own reputation, he should at least consider the reputation of the Duke of Wei’s mansion. After all, a century of heritage is hard-won. If it is tarnished, the ancestors of the Meng family will not have peace.”

Lan Tingzhou spoke these words calmly and slowly, his voice clear and cold, without a trace of anger, yet every word was sharp and incisive. His words seemed elegant, but they were extremely offensive, even insulting the ancestors of the Meng family.

Meng Yu's usual smile could no longer be maintained.

His face darkened, and he said coldly, "Young Master Lan, watch your words! When have I ever coveted another man's wife?!"

Lan Tingzhou glanced at the scroll on the table and said calmly, "Young Master Meng, why beat around the bush?"

"Now that you've painted this picture, does Young Master Meng intend to do it but not take responsibility, like a coward hiding his head in the sand?"

Meng Yu was so enraged by the scolding that his anger surged to his head! He had lived two lives and had never been scolded like that before!

He's worse than an animal, an unfilial son, and they even call him a bastard!

He desperately wanted to expose the truth and confront Lan Tingzhou head-on. Gan Cai'er was his wife, not Lan Tingzhou's! Now, Lan Tingzhou was the one who had taken his wife, yet he was being insulted by him!

A lump formed in Meng Yu's throat, making him unable to hold back any longer and compelled to speak out!

However, he then thought of Gan Cai'er. If he revealed the truth now, Lan Tingzhou would become a laughing stock, and she might hate him for the rest of her life.

So Meng Yu gritted his teeth and endured it.

He curled his lips into a sneer and said, "Things may have similarities, and people may resemble each other. Young Master Lan, to conclude that someone else is coveting your wife based solely on a portrait is a bit too much of a case of seeing a snake in a bow."

As he spoke, he picked up the scroll and unfurled it, gently stroking the figure in the painting with his hand, saying, "The person in this painting is someone I met in my dream. If she bears any resemblance to your wife, then it can only be said that your wife possesses a celestial beauty."

Lan Tingzhou stared at Meng Yu's hand, his eyes growing even colder.

Meng Yu suddenly smiled, nonchalantly: "It's fine if Young Master Lan suspects me of my petty nature. But if you're so suspicious of those around you, how can your wife bear it?"

"When I was in Danzhou, I heard that your wife was deeply in love with you. Does your wife know that you are so suspicious of her?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I really feel sorry for her." Meng Yu shook his head, looking regretful.

Lan Tingzhou's eyes turned completely cold, and a chilling aura emanated from his body.

Meng Yu's lips twitched into a smile, a smile tinged with pleasure and malice. He had finally seen Lan Tingzhou angered. Heh, this old scoundrel was always so enigmatic and unfathomable; it was rare to see him so bluntly confronted.

The pent-up resentment I suffered at the hands of this scoundrel in my past life has finally been vented.

“Young Master Meng, I hope you will remember what you said today. If you forget it in the future, I will make sure you remember it well.” Lan Tingzhou’s face was stern, like a thousand-year-old ice.

"As for my wife and me, you don't need to worry about our marital affairs."

No matter what Meng Yu said, even if he uttered the most eloquent words, Lan Tingzhou knew perfectly well that there was something fishy about the matter, and it was definitely not as he described.

But he also knew that Meng Yu wouldn't tell him the truth.

Meng Yu's covetousness of Gan Cai'er was an undeniable fact. He didn't need to listen or see; the intense hostility she exuded was enough to tell him.

But how would Gan Cai'er treat him? Lan Tingzhou's heart suddenly tightened, and he subconsciously avoided thinking about it.

"I've come today to ask you how this house can be sold?" Lan Tingzhou changed the subject.

"Oh, you're asking about this house? I'm sorry, I have no intention of selling it. This house is only being given away, not sold." Meng Yu raised an eyebrow and smiled casually.

This answer was exactly what Lan Tingzhou had expected. He didn't press the matter further, but simply smiled and took his leave.

After leaving the house, Lan Tingzhou's face was tense, and he said coldly to Mo Yun, "Go to Baihua Lane, to the Du residence."