Chapter 110 Meng Yanchen, your character has collapsed

Zhou Xun made an appointment at Wangshu Lounge.

It is a fully enclosed glass terrace high above the city, with 360-degree floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the lights of the entire city.

When Meng Yanchen arrived, Zhou Xun was leaning on the sofa on the terrace, holding an ice cream in his hand and scooping a spoonful nonchalantly.

"Or plum flavor?"

Meng Yanchen took a quick look and said, "How can this taste good? It feels weird."

Zhou Xun raised his eyebrows and looked at him, without saying anything, but just scooped another spoonful and put it into his mouth.

Meng Yanchen sat down opposite him, poured himself a glass of warm water, looked up at him,

"Is it cold?"

Zhou Xun pointed to the glass curtain wall in front of him and said calmly:

"Isn't there glass separating us? The heater is on, so it's not cold."

Meng Yanchen chuckled, drank a sip of water slowly, and looked straight at him.

"I mean, is your heart cold?"

Zhou Xun paused, took a deep breath, put the ice cream on the small table beside him, and looked at him with his hands in his pockets.

"I thought someone was watching over you and that you could control your mouth a little, but why can't you change?"

Meng Yanchen put down the water cup, and raised the corners of his lips slightly.

"How else can I become friends with you?"

Zhou Xun made a "tsk" sound and didn't respond.

Meng Yanchen leaned back on the sofa, tapping the armrest with his fingertips, his eyes fixed on him.

"Why did you come back this time? For some project worth hundreds of thousands of dollars?"

Zhou Xun glanced at him, somewhat speechless.

"Meng Yanchen, I know you're in a relationship, but being in a relationship doesn't mean you have to show off in all kinds of ways."

Meng Yanchen laughed softly, his voice full of teasing.

"This is called flesh and blood, down-to-earth."

He paused, looked back at Zhou Xun, and suddenly said "Oh" meaningfully,

"People without mouths don't understand."

Zhou Xun, "......"

He pulled a document from his briefcase and pushed it over. "Puling wants to cooperate with Guokun's old city renovation project."

He succinctly explained the cooperation model and profit-sharing ratio. "You lack young content operations, and I lack experience in real-world projects. We complement each other perfectly. The details are in the plan."

Meng Yanchen took the document, glanced through it quickly, and nodded. "I'll go back and take a look. I'll give you a reply before you leave."

"I wanted to ask you out yesterday,"

Zhou Xun suddenly added, "But the plan was changed at the last minute."

He pointed to one of the pages and said, "This part is based on the membership model of Xingtuli."

He raised his eyes and said, "She is indeed excellent. You have trained her well."

Meng Yanchen smiled and said, "She was already very talented. As for her cultivation... it's mostly due to my mother."

Zhou Xun scratched his brow and said jokingly, "But judging from Aunt Fu's reaction that day, you didn't look like you were having a good life. Seeing that you weren't having a good time either, I felt relieved."

Meng Yanchen had a faint smile on his face. "Take your time."

Zhou Xun stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly became absent-minded.

"...Meng Yanchen, you've smiled a few times since you entered the room. You've changed."

Meng Yanchen took a sip of wine and said, "Tell me, how do you want to reform it?"

Zhou Xun swung his wine glass and teased, "I don't know, the damp male ghost turned into a sunny man? Anyway, he doesn't look like Meng Yanchen at all."

Meng Yanchen chuckled, "What should Meng Yanchen be like?"

"He speaks little, has a cold face, and keeps strangers away. He exudes a suffocating feeling."

Zhou Xun recalled, "When I first met you, I was worried that you might die of depression one day. Whenever I encounter a project like yours, I have to consider it carefully."

He half-jokingly said, "Wang Zhongye said I was arrogant and conceited. But I was completely transparent. Your rebelliousness... is hidden in your three-piece suit and your ingrained upbringing."

He suddenly became serious, "The most important thing is that you never disobey Ms. Fu."

The wine glass touched the rim of Meng Yanchen's glass lightly, "So, Meng Yanchen, your image has collapsed."

Meng Yanchen chuckled, "Sorry, I left you alone here to act out the feeling of being broken."

"Tsk,"

Zhou Xun sneered, "You know how to stab a knife."

Meng Yanchen put down his wine glass and said, "The reason you are still broken is because your 10% is gone."

He looked up at him and said casually, "How about it, what are your plans this time? Are you planning to find it back?"

Zhou Xun looked out the window and said vaguely, "The last time I saw them appear in front of me..."

His voice lowered a little.

"I think it's more than 10%."

Zhou Xun stroked the side of the cup and said self-deprecatingly, "You don't understand the feeling of helplessness when I want to hand her a pair of chopsticks but don't have the proper reason or courage."

He looked at Meng Yanchen, his tone was rarely a little dejected.

"I've worked so hard all the way to this point, and I've never been so cowardly."

Meng Yanchen was silent for a moment. "I rarely give advice to others, especially when it comes to relationships."

He paused, and smiled dotingly and helplessly.

"Xiaomei is such a warm-hearted person, I seem to have been infected... Just like you said, I'm becoming less and less like myself."

He paused, "My biggest advice is - keep your mouth shut."

"Grown,"

Zhou Xun chuckled helplessly, stroking his wine glass, "But love is like an investment. I've already missed the best opportunity."

He paused, his tone calm but with a hint of loneliness:

"Unfortunately, it's different from other investments... If I miss this project, I can still make up for it in the next one."

"But some people, like sweet potatoes, are inconspicuous, lurking around you, quietly taking root."

“It only accounts for 10% of my position, but it can cause me to lose 100% of my position.”

He raised his head, drank the wine in one gulp, and laughed at himself.

“There are no replacement projects yet.”

"I can only...wait for the next opportunity to enter."

Meng Yanchen shook the wine glass, and the ice cubes collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

“People have filters for the past; what we can’t get is the most beautiful.”

He raised his eyes to look at Zhou Xun, "But if you put aside the filter and still like it, then go for it. In this regard, we should all learn from Bao Yifan's shamelessness."

Meng Yanchen chuckled and said, "Although it's a bit mixed up, I've personally tested it and it works well. You can ask him for advice someday."

Zhou Xun laughed and said, "Is he still taking this business?"

Meng Yanchen, "If you really can't go out, just look forward."

The glass curtain wall reflected his relaxed brow. "Rather than feeling broken, I still prefer... the down-to-earth company of others."

"Wait a little longer."

Zhou Xun looked at the neon lights in the distance and said, "I want to wait and see."

He suddenly came to his senses, "By the way, what did you do to Bao Yifan? I had originally arranged to meet him to discuss the Nantong project, but when he heard you were involved he simply refused to come."

Meng Yanchen took a sip of wine slowly, smiling without saying a word.

At this moment, Zhou Xun's phone lit up and Bao Yifan's message popped up.

[Who of you paid for the meal?]

Zhou Xun looked bewildered, glanced at Meng Yanchen, frowned and replied,

He bought it, what's wrong?

Bao Yifan stared at the phone screen and laughed out of anger.

"pretty!"

I threw my phone onto the sofa and turned around to complain to Andy.

"Andy, that guy surnamed Meng only knows how to bully me, you should ask Sister Fan to take care of him——"

Meng Yanchen picked up Zhou Xun's plan and patted him on the shoulder.

"I'm leaving. I'll get back to you in the next two days."

"So early?"

Zhou Xun looked at his watch. "My parents aren't that strict, are they?"

"I have something to do tomorrow."

"Where are you going?"

Meng Yanchen turned around and smiled, "Blind date!"

Zhou Xun was stunned, strongly suspecting that he had misheard, and muttered to himself while looking at the wine glass,

"Is that how you play it?"