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Actually, Jiang Ying didn’t mean to be so heartless as to leave Meng Jingshu by himself. It was just that her family had agreed with her uncle’s family to go on a trip together for the New Year. The elders weren’t too good at organizing such things, and Jiang Ying was the oldest among the younger generation, so her mother had summoned her back early to discuss the grand plan.
Such an untraditional New Year was supposed to be a relaxing and pleasant affair, but for a couple deeply in love, it was quite difficult to bear. Jiang Ying had returned to Nanqing early, and by the time Meng Jingshu was back for his New Year holiday, she had already gone to Thailand with her family for fun.
The two who were together every day were suddenly separated for so long; their longing was almost unbearable.
When they lived together, their WeChat chats were only ten or twenty messages a day. Now, the daily volume almost exceeded the sum of the previous few months.
However, it was still as unnutritious as ever, and not even sweet.
When she first got home, Jiang Ying: “OMG, it feels so good to be a useless person at home every day!”
Meng Jingshu: “Oh. Wei Zhanfeng’s wife picked him up from work today, and he mocked me :)”
Jiang Ying laughed herself silly; the competitive spirit among men was beyond her imagination.
“By the way, check if that white T-shirt I sleep in is on the bed? The one you said smells nice and is soft. I don’t think I brought it back.”
A while later, he said, “No.”
Three days later, Jiang Ying’s initial enjoyment turned into:
“Ahhhhhhh my mom is obsessed with health now, eating celery and fungus every day. I don’t want to eat it, ordered takeout a few times, and then got scolded orz”
Then Meng Jingshu sent her pictures of their company’s annual dinner.
Jiang Ying: [smiling face]
Jiang Ying: “Just now, my mom subtly asked if there were any new developments in my emotional life. I said no, I’m single.”
Meng Jingshu: “?”
Jiang Ying was about to make something up to tease him, but her phone rang quickly.
“What do you mean? What else do you want to do? How long do you plan to hide me? Do you believe I’ll complain to Grandma? She’ll come knocking tomorrow to get justice for me.” His rapid-fire questions and threats, full of indignation, practically burst through the screen.
Jiang Ying giggled and calmly explained, “Calm down, I’m not trying to hide you. It’s just that when I mentioned it, many relatives were around. If I said I had a boyfriend, and he was from the same hometown, it would be troublesome.”
“What’s so troublesome about it?”
Jiang Ying could imagine him frowning on the other end.
She soothed, “My relatives are quite nosy. During New Year’s, they have even more leisure time. If they knew I had a boyfriend, they’d definitely ask all sorts of questions, and maybe even instigate you to come over. We just got together, I don’t want to be rushed into marriage so soon. Let’s tell my parents after the New Year, okay?”
He was still dissatisfied, muttering, “Your reasons are always more important than mine. What I think doesn’t matter to you.”
Jiang Ying paused. What was supposed to be a playful daily spat unexpectedly hit a nerve.
Confused, she briefly examined herself. She understood his desire for permanence, but she wanted to give them more time to get to know each other. Was it because of this that he felt unappreciated?
Seeing her silent for a long time, he conceded, saying reluctantly, “Just after New Year, on the first day of work. You said it yourself, don’t try to deny it then.”
Jiang Ying instantly felt a warm fuzz sweep over her heart. She unconsciously softened her voice, “Got it.”
“Then you...” his tone dragged, his volume suddenly dropping, “Say those three words to me, the ones you’ve never said.”
“Hmm? What did you say?”
“I...”
Someone on the other end shouted, “CEO Meng, it’s time to go on stage for the lucky draw!”
Meng Jingshu paused, then warned her, “Gotta hang up. You behave yourself, don’t talk to strangers when you’re out, got it?”
A few days later, Jiang Ying was bitten by mosquitoes in warm and pleasant Thailand.
She furiously texted Meng Jingshu: “Damn it!”
She had just tapped send on the next sentence when a reply from him popped up first: “I’m not here, who do you want to damn?”
Jiang Ying: “Two big bumps on my chest from mosquito bites!!!”
Jiang Ying: “...”
Meng Jingshu, as if he hadn’t just said something vulgar, asked seriously: “Did you put on medicine?”
Jiang Ying: “...”
Meng Jingshu: “Take a picture and show me.”
Jiang Ying: “...”
She understood. This person had turned dark because he couldn’t get laid.
On New Year’s Eve, Jiang Ying’s family trip went to Chiang Mai. The accommodation they booked was a small courtyard, and for the first time in days, Jiang Ying finally had a room all to herself.
After the New Year’s Eve dinner, the two families chatted and stayed up to welcome the New Year, only returning to their rooms to sleep after midnight. Meng Jingshu’s side had just finished as well, and Jiang Ying was sprawled out on the bed. His call came in right on cue.
“Baby.”
Jiang Ying asked, “Are you drunk?”
“A little.” He complained in a low voice, “My second uncle’s bed doesn’t smell good.”
Jiang Ying found it amusing, “Is your own bed fragrant then?”
“Mm,” he said seriously, “Very fragrant.”
She chuckled softly, What a drunkard.
He called out hoarsely, “Jiang Ying...”
Jiang Ying stopped rolling around, listening to the subtle sounds on the other end, and asked suspiciously, “What are you doing?”
“Uh...”
Her face burned; she was sure now, “You’re doing something naughty.”
He didn’t deny it, and his deep breaths grew heavier.
Jiang Ying softly asked him, “Which is better, your hand or my hand?”
“...Yours.” His breathing quickened; his breath almost warmed her ears.
Jiang Ying listened, somewhat mesmerized. After a long while, her voice also became sultry: “I miss you...”
On the other end, he groaned hoarsely, his heavy breathing released. Jiang Ying just listened, waiting for him to calm down. She now somewhat understood why he always forced her to make a sound. It turned out that just listening was already very satisfying.
He sighed, “When are you coming back?”
“The day after tomorrow! You’ve already asked a dozen times!”
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On the third day of the Lunar New Year, Jiang Ying woke up early, saying she was going hiking with classmates. Jiang’s parents were very pleased to hear their daughter was engaging in such a healthy activity. They didn’t even ask which classmates she was going with and let her leave, only reminding her not to play too late as the family was having an open-year banquet that evening.
She tied her hair in a high ponytail, put on a white puffer jacket over her athletic wear, and happily ran out the door.
Someone was already waiting at the community entrance.
Meng Jingshu stood by his car, dressed in matching black sportswear. The athletic wear made him look even more tall and handsome, with a dashing posture. The vigor and sharp edge of his youth hadn’t been dulled by time in the slightest.
Jiang Ying’s face flushed red as soon as she saw him from afar, as if she was transported back ten years, her heart fluttering and joy overflowing just by secretly looking at him.
But it was certainly not ten years ago now. When he saw her, his joy surpassed hers.
He strode towards her, and before she could hesitate due to sudden shyness, he hugged her without hesitation. In the faint morning light, he gave her a deep kiss.
They went to Linshan in the suburbs, one of Nanqing City’s rare national key scenic areas. Linshan had undergone little development, retaining most of its old traces. Ancient trees towered on the mountain, with temples hidden among them.
They ate vegetarian noodles at the mountain gate, then slowly walked up the stone-paved path, stopping and going, lingering at scenic spots for a while. Their intention wasn’t sightseeing, but simply enjoying a leisurely and pleasant time.
Along the way, many local residents were morning exercising, carrying several empty large mineral water bottles. They had probably adapted to the rugged mountain paths and grown tired of the so-called scenery. They would quickly walk halfway up the mountain, feeling their workout was sufficient, then turn back, detour to the inexhaustible spring on the other side of the forest, toss in a coin or two for merit, fill their bottles with the sweet spring water, and then return happily.
Jiang Ying laughed, “We’re dressed so formally, we look like tourists from out of town.”
Meng Jingshu wiped the sweat from her forehead, “Almost. Last time I came, I probably hadn’t even met you yet.”
Jiang Ying said, “Oh, I’m not like that. I came once the year before last... No, the year before that, um, three years ago, during winter break of my senior year.”
“Oh,” Meng Jingshu said blandly, “That was shortly after you blocked me.”
Jiang Ying squinted at him, “That was shortly after you started dating your ex.”
Meng Jingshu stared at her, “That was shortly after you were ambiguous with Glasses Guy.”
“???”
Jiang Ying pulled her hand out of his, “What Glasses Guy?!”
Meng Jingshu turned his face away, “Someone in your class, often went to the cafeteria and library together. I saw you many times, wasn’t that ambiguous?”
Jiang Ying remembered that boy was the top student in their class. That period, they happened to be preparing for the bar exam, so they teamed up to study and supervise each other. “...That was pure camaraderie!”
He snorted, “Couldn’t tell.”
By now, they were near the mountain top. The wild winds at higher altitudes blew in gusts, making the trees rustle. The strong wind, carrying the fresh scent of plants, swept away the slight sweat and fatigue, even filling their chests. Jiang Ying felt a surge of excitement.
Meng Jingshu couldn’t help but turn back to look at her: “What are you laughing at?”
She was surprised, as if she had discovered a new continent: “Meng Jingshu, actually, are you... a bit slow in developing your emotional system?”
Meng Jingshu was stunned, his gaze drifted, and a faint blush suddenly appeared on his sharply defined handsome face.
This expression was like a startled small animal, exactly the same reaction as after she forcefully hugged him in the flower bed outside the KTV on the night of the teacher appreciation dinner.
That night, Jiang Ying herself was shy to the point of explosion. She quickly glanced at him, saw his stunned look, thought she had scared him, and just focused on escaping.
But in reality, he was also shy, right?
A moment later, Meng Jingshu composed himself, saying evasively, “What nonsense are you talking about?”
Jiang Ying snuggled closer, hugging his waist, laughing heartily.
He said grumpily, “Keep laughing, and you’ll soon find out if I’m slow in developing!”
Jiang Ying felt her buttocks being firmly pinched and jumped away with a yelp. Having rested for a while, she was now full of energy again, running up the path energetically.
Meng Jingshu was utterly helpless, shouting after her, “Be careful!”
As they were about to reach the summit platform, Jiang Ying turned back and waved at him, “Hurry up!”
Jiang Ying stepped backwards onto the last step, and the next second, accidentally bumped into someone, stepping on their foot.
She quickly turned around to apologize: “I’m so sorry, I hope you’re not hurt?”
The other person’s voice was a familiar deep baritone: “Hey! Jiang Ying, Meng Jingshu! Haha, it’s you two!”
Meng Jingshu had already caught up and held Jiang Ying’s hand, smiling at the person, “Hello, Teacher Yang.”
Jiang Ying immediately smiled brightly: “Happy New Year, Teacher!”
That person was their high school homeroom teacher. He happened to be visiting the temple and hiking with his wife and children, and they coincidentally met.
Teacher Yang said, “Haha, Happy New Year! Just yesterday, Xu Jiahong called me to wish me a happy New Year, and said he was planning to organize a class reunion on the sixth day of the New Year. He also mysteriously mentioned that a couple had suddenly formed in the class, and someone was treating. I guess it’s you two, right?”
Jiang Ying pursed her lips and smiled, “Should... should be...”
“That’s great! I wish you two well!” Their class had a good relationship, almost every year they would invite their teacher to a gathering. Even after graduating for so long, Teacher Yang could still recognize them at a glance.
“Thank you, Teacher.”
Teacher Yang sighed, “So many years have passed, and you two haven’t changed at all. Still fresh and clean, beautiful, you look like two high school students.”
Jiang Ying said, “Teacher, you’re still so young, how dare we grow old?”
“Hahahahaha... You two had a good relationship when you were studying, right? Why did I hear that you had some unpleasantness a couple of years ago? Were they talking nonsense?”
Meng Jingshu and Jiang Ying exchanged glances, then Meng Jingshu quirked the corner of his mouth, “It’s a long story. Teacher, haven’t you suppressed enough relationships among students back then? Don’t be so gossipy now.”
“You rascal!” Teacher Yang gave Meng Jingshu a solid pat on the shoulder. “Such a grown-up, but still so frivolous! It’s up to our vice-monitor to discipline you properly! Speaking of which, you two are destined. Out of five experimental classes, you chose mine, good taste, haha!”
Meng Jingshu said, “That’s because I saw how wise and powerful you are.”
“Now you know how to say nice things, why were you so disobedient back then...”
They chatted for a while, and then Teacher Yang went down the mountain with his family.
Jiang Ying asked curiously, “Why did our homeroom teacher say you chose our class? Wasn’t it randomly assigned by the school?”
At this moment, Meng Jingshu had just hung a concentric knot talisman that Jiang Ying had begged for onto a high branch. Hearing her question, he said profoundly, “It’s a long story.”
“...Are you deliberately hiding something from me now?”
He raised an eyebrow, “I’ll tell you when we get married.”
“Wow, are you threatening me? If you don’t say it, you don’t say it, who cares, hmph!”
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After descending the mountain, they went to a nearby resort for a fresh lunch. Back in the city, at Jiang Ying’s urging, they watched a movie. They had left early today, and it was still before 2 PM when the movie ended.
They still had the whole afternoon.
Jiang Ying hugged his arm and asked, “Where next?”
Meng Jingshu’s dark eyes looked at her: “To my place? No one’s home.”
Jiang Ying bit her lip and nodded.
After a long time, both of them were dying for each other. As soon as they entered the house and closed the door, they intertwined.
Jiang Ying felt herself melting in his kisses and caresses; the heat of his body stirred her heartbeat.
The solid wood door panel emitted a faint fragrance, which became increasingly mixed with a secret sweetness.
His sweat fell on her chest, and he asked,
“Jiang Ying... did you ever think about this?”
“Hmm?” Her voice was unsteady.
“Last time you were here, did you think about doing this with me?”
“Woo...” Her face flushed bright red.
The last time she was at his house was for a senior year autumn outing. For safety reasons, the school didn’t support class outings, but the homeroom teacher wanted to help the new senior students relax. So, after discussion, they borrowed the Meng family’s garden to organize a barbecue.
At that time... she was only seventeen!
She bit her teeth in shame and indignation, her body tightening even more.
His flippant, husky voice, however, continued,
“I later dreamed about it, right here... with a wall separating us, and all the classmates outside... You were very scared, but you couldn’t help making noise, just like this...”
He forcefully pinched her chin, forcing her to open her mouth, and then lost control with him.
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The man, loosely draped in a bathrobe, walked barefoot from the living room back to the room. He suddenly felt a wet, slippery sensation under his feet. He looked down and found that the light gray carpet had become stained with ink-splashed plum blossoms at some point.
They had gotten a bit carried away.
He chuckled softly.
Jiang Ying’s slender body curled up on the bed. Meng Jingshu helped her up, fed her a small half-cup of warm water, and then she wearily burrowed back under the covers.
Meng Jingshu finished the remaining water, then pulled open his bathrobe and lay down next to her.
He pulled Jiang Ying close into his embrace, kissing her flushed cheeks repeatedly, teasing her,
“It was four times, Jiang Ying? Did it add up to an hour? You missed me that much, huh?”
Jiang Ying said weakly, “I don’t want to discuss this question with you.”
Her voice was completely hoarse.
But when the man acted like a hooligan, he paid no mind to her weak resistance. With a spirit of inquiry, he continued,
“The carpet is quite wet, it feels more intense than before, doesn’t it?”
Jiang Ying was mortified. She grabbed a piece of cloth and, with a flick of her wrist, covered his face.
“Shut up, shut up!”
Meng Jingshu, muffled by the cloth, instinctively sniffed hard.
And Jiang Ying suddenly felt the texture was very familiar and abruptly opened her eyes. Just as Meng Jingshu moved his face, his dark, sharp eyes peered out from under the white cloth.
“...”
The two exchanged glances, time momentarily pausing for a few seconds.
Jiang Ying furrowed her brow, suppressing a laugh, and said with immense disdain, “Meng Jingshu, you’re such a pervert!”
That limp piece of cloth was precisely Jiang Ying’s pajamas, which she had left behind earlier. Meng Jingshu had claimed he hadn’t seen them, but had secretly brought them back to his own bed.
He felt a bit embarrassed at being caught and snatched the pajamas, stuffing them under another pillow, pretending not to see them.
Jiang Ying felt she had regained the upper hand. “No wonder you said your bed smelled good... Did you do something naughty with my pajamas?”
“I didn’t!” He suddenly became innocent, “I just put it by the pillow... to smell it.”
Jiang Ying was speechless: “What a weird fetish.”
Meng Jingshu leaned into her neck and inhaled, “Don’t you smell it yourself? It really smells good.”
Jiang Ying was puzzled. She also leaned over and sniffed him, then announced with sparkling eyes, “You smell good too!”
The two of them were amused by their silly behavior.
Jiang Ying rested her head on his arm, her eyes on the beautiful tattoo below his collarbone.
My world.
These two words reminded her of his previous WeChat profile picture: a lone figure amidst a gloomy, icy landscape. Alone, standing by Snæfellsjökull volcano, at the entrance to the center of the Earth.
What an arrogant young man.
Her fingertips traced the inky black script. After all these years, it was hard to feel the raised lines, but she could still discern a texture different from her skin.
During intimate moments, he loved to have her knees pressed against this spot.
His WeChat profile picture had finally changed, too, to a photo of two side-by-side couple mugs, just like hers. She had casually taken the picture one day when they were sitting at a table, each working—one from his perspective, the other from hers. Such a small thing, yet they had been happy about it for so long that day.
“Did it hurt when you got the tattoo?” she asked.
“I can’t remember, so it probably wasn’t very painful.”
“Why did you suddenly get this back then? Didn’t your family lecture you?”
He snorted with a laugh, “My grandpa hit me. When the old man gets angry, he’s really violent, and his hand is really heavy.”
“You were too annoying back then.”
“You weren’t annoyed, though.”
“That’s why I didn’t hit you,” she extrapolated. “Did your second brother often make you cry from hitting you?”
Meng Jingshu pinched her face: “How could that be! I always strategically pretended to cry. He’s older than me, so of course I knew I couldn’t beat him, why would I get beaten again? Later, by the time I could beat him, we were past the age of fighting... But the other day I drank him under the table, and Second Uncle even gave me a talking-to about it.”
Jiang Ying laughed: “What are you so proud of? Making someone else’s son suffer, now you’ve been kicked out, right?”
Meng Jingshu said, “I wanted to come back and live here myself. Second Uncle is just a bit of a mentor, he’s very good to me, they’re all very good. But, after all, that’s someone else’s house.”
Jiang Ying stopped talking, quietly watched him for a while, and then kissed his tattoo.
He saw the affection in her eyes.
He asked, “Pity me?”
Jiang Ying shook her head and said softly, “I like you, you dummy.”
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Later, they talked until they were tired, and Jiang Ying drifted into a dazed sleep.
In her haze, she heard him answer a call, then get up and say he had to go out.
“There’s a gathering I need to attend. I’ll be back in two hours at most. You get some more sleep, and I’ll take you home when I get back.”
His voice was so gentle that she rested peacefully, enveloped in his warmth and scent.
A while later, in a haze, she heard voices, but it felt like a dream, and she couldn’t wake up until slow footsteps grew closer, someone pushed open the door, accompanied by a loving—
“Xiao Shu...”
Jiang Ying suddenly awoke and sat up, looking at the person at the door in horror: “Grand... Grandma...”
“Oh, it’s Ying Ying.”
Jiang Ying had video-called Meng Grandma a while ago, so the old lady was surprised but quickly smiled happily,
“Quick, lie down, lie down. It’s cold, don’t catch a cold.”
Only then did Jiang Ying realize she was NAKED!
She lay down in despair. Meng Grandma even came over to tuck her in, dotingly,
“Where did that rascal go, leaving you alone at home?”
“He said he had to go out for a bit, and he’d be back soon...”
“Then never mind him, you go back to sleep, okay? You woke up so early to go out and play today, you must be very tired, right? Did Xiao Shu take you to get something to eat? Are you hungry?”
“I’ve eaten, I’m not hungry.”
“If you get hungry later, just tell Grandma, okay? Our Second Uncle and Eldest Aunt are coming back today to open the old house for the New Year, and there’s a lot of good food.”
“Ah?”
Second Uncle... and Eldest Aunt? That means... the whole family???
“Did I disturb your sleep? I’ll tell them to be quieter later... It’s okay, you rest well, Grandma won’t bother you.”
After saying that, without waiting for her reaction, the old lady got up.
Meng Grandma walked two steps out and then saw the messy floor. She picked up the items on the floor, folded them, and neatly placed them on the chaise longue at the foot of the bed.
Jiang Ying’s eye twitched as she caught a glimpse.
Her black lace lingerie, which she had specially worn today, was neatly laid out on top.
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One minute later, Meng Jingshu received a message from his girlfriend:
“I’m dead!”
Half an hour later, he rushed home and saw Jiang Ying sitting demurely at the dining table, cutting freshly made snowflake crisps for his second uncle’s young cousin, while also engaging in a lively discussion with his eldest aunt about the new amendments to the Corporate Income Tax Law. Aside from her overly standard smile, there was basically nothing unusual about her.
“Brother Shu,” the little cousin held up a soggy, bitten piece for him, “It’s so yummy!”
Jiang Ying gave him an eight-toothed smile, “Brother Shu, you’re back.”
Meng Jingshu finally couldn’t help but smile.
Back in the room, Jiang Ying’s calm facade shattered into glass shards. She plopped onto the floor, wailing hysterically,
“Meng Jingshu, Meng Jingshu, you’ve killed me!!!”
“It’s all your fault, all your fault! I didn’t put on any makeup! I went out like that, all disheveled, wuwuwu!”
“Did you deliberately trick me into coming here, wuwuwuwu! It’s so embarrassing, what do I do!”
Meng Jingshu consoled her:
“It’s okay, you’re already very pretty.”
“Can’t you tell? They all really like you.”
“I truly didn’t know; we youngsters don’t manage these things. It’s not embarrassing, where is it embarrassing? My baby is so cute.”
Unfortunately, he was smiling too happily, greatly diminishing the comforting effect of his words.
Jiang Ying descended into a frenzy, stubbornly sitting on his feet, her chin resting on his knees, refusing to get up no matter how he pulled.
Meng Jingshu teased her, “Not getting up? Really not getting up? Well, this angle is perfect.”
Saying that, he began to unbuckle his belt.
Jiang Ying, at this point, couldn’t handle any more stimulation. She shrieked, jumped directly onto his waist, tackled him onto the bed, and fiercely pressed down with both hands, a posture of completely ruining flowers.
“Be serious!”
Just then, the door they had closed was pushed open. Second Aunt urged, “Jingshu, Ying Ying, come downstairs to eat—Oh, young people shouldn’t overdo it like this. You need to eat first to have energy.”
“...”
Jiang Ying collapsed as if her batteries had run out.
Meng Jingshu’s chest shook with laughter: “This time, you really can’t blame me.”
The third day of the Lunar New Year that year was a very exciting day.
After hastily meeting Meng Jingshu’s entire family, Jiang Ying was then pushed into hastily taking Meng Jingshu to meet her entire family.
As Meng Jingshu said, his family was very nice and surprisingly enthusiastic about her.
The warm family dinner had just ended, and Jiang Ying was about to take her leave when Second Aunt clapped her hands and instructed, “Meng Julie, go get your tobacco, wine, and tea, and let Jingshu take them to Ying Ying’s house.”
Jiang Ying had never seen such a display. She waved her hands repeatedly, “No need, no need...”
Second Aunt was absolute when it came to household matters. “Yes, there is! These are all formalities. Jingshu should have visited your house first. This child is also confused, bringing you home to play without telling us. We didn’t prepare anything...” As she spoke, she took a jade bracelet from her wrist and put it on Jiang Ying’s hand. “Ying Ying, this is a meeting gift from our Meng family. It’s a bit small, please don’t mind it. We’ll make up for it later. Next time, our two families will set a time. It’s good that we’re from the same hometown, it’s convenient...”
Jiang Ying listened until her eyes swam.
Ten minutes later, Meng Jingshu was rushed by his Second Aunt to change into a more “spirited” outfit. Ten minutes after that, they were both pushed out the door, carrying a pile of gift boxes.
Grandma instructed Meng Jingshu, “When you get to your father-in-law’s house, put away your temper. Don’t embarrass our family, understand?”
Then she told Jiang Ying, “Ying Ying, keep an eye on him.”
Both nodded in unison.
Then the old lady neatly closed the door.
“...”
The young couple exchanged glances, seeing incredulity in each other’s eyes.
Jiang Ying suddenly felt it was fair, and no longer struggled.
No matter how troublesome or awkward it was, she had already gone through it. Now it was Meng Jingshu’s turn to face the ordeal.
However, CEO Meng seemed much calmer than her, “Let’s go.”
On the way, Jiang Ying called home to inform her family. After their initial shock, her family’s reaction was essentially the same as Meng’s Second Aunt—they joyfully complained why she hadn’t said anything sooner, and that they hadn’t prepared anything.
She complained to Meng Jingshu, “What exactly do they need to prepare?”
“Mm.” He looked thoughtful.
?
Jiang Ying was even more confused.
What did “mm” mean?
At this hour, everyone was eating, so the roads were clear. In less than half an hour, the two arrived at Jiang Ying’s neighborhood.
Meng Jingshu got out of the car, picked up the things, and nodded calmly, “Let’s go.”
He walked a few steps, and when he didn’t see Jiang Ying following, he turned back and asked her, “What’s wrong?”
Jiang Ying said, “Meng Jingshu, don’t be nervous.”
Meng Jingshu said, “I’m not nervous.”
Jiang Ying blinked: “But, the keys are still in the car.”
Meng Jingshu: “...”
It was already dark, and the moon quietly emerged, observing these two ordinary people.
How did it all happen?
She didn’t start with such intentions, and he wasn’t initially so adorable.
But as the sun rose and set, and the stars shifted, among billions of people in the world, they somehow became each other’s only one.
It’s a long story, yet simple.
“Meng Jingshu!”
She ran a few steps to him, cupped his face with both hands, and stood on tiptoe to give him a forceful kiss on the lips.
With heavy objects in his hands, his act of bending down to accommodate her was a bit clumsy.
But she smiled, her eyes sparkling.
“I love you!”
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