Chapter 111: If Three Months Don’t Work, Then Cultivate Evil Spirits

【Yun Jing】Private Restaurant

This is a high-end Chinese restaurant with elegant furnishings, soft lighting and a well-organized style, making it very suitable for business negotiations.

Meng Yanchen was very satisfied with the place Qin Yu booked.

The girl sitting opposite him - Wen Rui, the only daughter of Minghai Group, has elegant manners and good conversation. She is obviously a socialite who has been carefully brought up.

"Mr. Meng usually likes Chinese food or Western food?"

Meng Yanchen nodded politely, his eyes calm. "Either is fine. Although this is a Chinese restaurant, the truffle baked shrimp is also good. If Miss Wen is interested, you can try it later."

Wen Rui chuckled, "So what are your hobbies?"

He thought for a moment and said calmly, "Work."

Wen Rui raised his eyebrows, but instead of getting angry he smiled.

"Then it seems we are quite similar."

Meng Yanchen nodded, picked up the water cup and took a sip, his eyes distant and polite.

"Then I'd be happy to talk about work with Miss Wen."

Wen Rui was startled at first, put down the cutlery, and leaned forward slightly.

"Mr. Meng, we can actually skip this step."

Meng Yanchen looked up at her.

She smiled and said bluntly, "I can see that you are not interested in me."

Meng Yanchen was silent for two seconds, then suddenly said, "No, I'm interested."

Wen Rui was stunned.

He put down the water cup, his voice low and clear,

"I'm very interested in Minghai's port resources in Nantong."

Wen Rui was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"I see. Mr. Meng's straightforwardness is a bit surprising."

Meng Yanchen said calmly, "Honesty is the first step in cooperation."

Wen Rui leaned back in his chair, tapping the table with his fingertips.

"Then how does Mr. Meng want to cooperate?"

Meng Yanchen took out the documents he had prepared long ago and pushed them in front of Wen Rui.

For the next half hour, Meng Yanchen spoke steadily and with clear logic, discussing everything from port intermodal transport to tariff optimization. He even accurately predicted Minghai's funding gap in the second half of the year and proposed a share swap plan.

Wen Rui nodded at the plan, raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"Amazing! It turns out you came prepared. I thought tonight was just a formality."

Meng Yanchen chuckled, "Miss Wen is so intelligent. It would be disrespectful to treat you perfunctorily. Let's change our identities and get to know each other to maximize the benefits for both of us."

Wen Rui smiled, "That's right. You, Meng Yanchen, are not the only young master from an aristocratic family. Bringing back a contract won't mean you're returning empty-handed."

She picked up the teacup and said, "Then... it's a pleasure to work with you."

Meng Yanchen raised his glass and clinked it lightly, "It's a pleasure to work with you."

After the dinner, Wen Rui picked up his bag and took the initiative to say,

"Okay, Mr. Meng, you don't have to go through this final process. My driver is downstairs."

Meng Yanchen nodded, "Okay."

She walked to the door and suddenly turned back with a bit of curiosity in her eyes.

"However, is this small business worthy of Mr. Meng's personal discussion?"

Meng Yanchen smiled faintly, "No matter how big or small the project is, any project that can achieve a win-win situation is a good project."

Wen Rui gave a thumbs up, half jokingly,

"You deserve this money."

She paused, then added, "I'll ask my dad to send someone to Guokun to sign the contract tomorrow."

Meng Yanchen nodded, "Sure."

Just after seeing Wen Rui off, Meng Yanchen's phone screen lit up.

[Mr. Meng, did the blind date go well? ]

He chuckled and replied,

[It went smoothly. We will sign the contract tomorrow.]

The other party replied in seconds.

[…As expected of you.]

Meng Yanchen, [What about you?]

Fan Shengmei, [No movement yet, Ms. Fu has not been summoned yet.]

Meng Yanchen lowered his head and smiled, [Why do I feel that you are a little disappointed?]

Fan Shengmei took a bite of the apple and said, "I do feel lost. I miss her a lot. What do you think? How about I go to her house myself?"

Meng Yanchen simply ignored the last sentence, "I miss you, too."

【I want to go home for a midnight snack. I didn’t eat enough tonight. 】

Meng Yanchen pushed open the door of room 2602, and the warm yellow light spread from the entrance to the living room.

The faint aroma of food wafted through the air, and he heard the soft clinking of spatulas coming from the kitchen.

He stood in the entryway, clutching his suit jacket in one hand while his other bony fingers loosened his tie.

His eyes crossed the corridor and fell on the busy figure in the kitchen.

"Are you back?"

Fan Shengmei said without turning her head, stirring something in the pan with the spatula in her hand.

"Just five more minutes."

Meng Yanchen did not answer, but just leaned against the door frame and watched the scene quietly.

The light poured down from above her head. She was wearing home clothes, with her long hair casually tied up, revealing a section of her white neck.

This scene was something he had never imagined before.

It’s magical that a residence becomes a “home” because of the presence of a person.

He hung up his suit jacket carefully and walked slowly into the kitchen.

He reached out from behind and gently took the spatula from Fan Shengmei's hand.

"Let me do it."

Fan Shengmei went around and hugged him from behind.

"Can you cook?"

“I used to know a little bit.”

Meng Yanchen skillfully stirred the ingredients in the pot. "Ever since I was questioned last time about whether I could tell the difference between green onions and garlic sprouts, I've been doing some research."

He looked sideways at her and said calmly, "I watched a few videos and didn't find it difficult. The principles are all the same. You'll be able to do it once you master the basics."

Fan Shengmei chuckled. "Damn that desire to win. Mr. Meng is truly an elite in every field."

Meng Yanchen paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled without saying anything.

Fan Shengmei was curious and poked his waist.

"What are you laughing at?"

He took a deep breath and looked back at her with a meaningful look in his eyes.

"You'll know later."

Fan Shengmei narrowed her eyes and said, "Meng Yanchen, what you said doesn't sound right."

He chuckled, brought the cooked noodles to the table, and took her hand.

"Have a meal."

2602 Living room, the floor lamp casts a warm yellow light.

Fan Shengmei lay lazily on Meng Yanchen's legs, playing with his tie with her fingertips.

"How is Wen Rui?" She looked up at him.

Meng Yanchen ran his fingers through her long hair, speaking calmly.

"Smart, direct, and great to work with."

Fan Shengmei raised her eyebrows. "If this contract is signed, Guokun's share in the port will increase—"

"Miss Fan,"

Meng Yanchen suddenly interrupted her and gently stroked her earlobe with his thumb.

"I'm in a relationship with you, can we not talk about work?"

Fan Shengmei blinked, "Isn't this what we're talking about?"

Meng Yanchen chuckled, pulled her up, and made her sit on his lap.

"in love,"

He looked up at her, his eyes dark, "This is how we should talk."

Before he finished speaking, he clasped the back of her neck with one hand, placed the other on her waist, and tilted his head back to kiss her.

——The kiss was very restrained.

His lips were warm, and the gentle touch of their lips made both of them palpitate.

Fan Shengmei's breathing was slightly disordered, and her fingers grabbed the collar of his shirt.

"Meng Yanchen, you provoked me, don't blame me later."

Meng Yanchen raised his head, his Adam's apple rolling violently.

He took a deep breath, his voice extremely hoarse.

"Three months."

Fan Shengmei was stunned. "What do you mean three months?"

He looked at her with burning eyes, "If you can't take my mother down in three months, I'll try evil cultivation."