Chapter 2 Change of Words

As soon as Fu Wenying and Fan Shengmei stepped into the door, Meng Yanchen came to greet them.

"Mother."

He nodded to Wen Ying first, but his gaze fell on Fan Shengmei with a restrained smile in his eyes.

Fu Wenying glanced at her son and said calmly,

"You're back? That's great. I'll talk to your dad for a while and check on the soup in the kitchen."

After saying that, she turned and left gracefully, considerately leaving space for the two of them.

Fan Shengmei immediately held up the little orange in the air box in front of Meng Yanchen like a treasure.

"Look!"

The little orange-white cat timidly poked its head out, and its big amber eyes looked at the new environment curiously.

He meowed softly at Meng Yanchen.

Meng Yanchen was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing: "This..."

He reached out and took the kitten, gently scratching its chin with his fingertips. The little guy immediately squinted his eyes comfortably and rubbed against his palm.

"Does it look like the stuffed cat in your living room?" Fan Shengmei's eyes sparkled.

Meng Yanchen looked down at the little thing in his arms, raised his eyes to look at her, and glanced towards the kitchen. It was unbelievable.

"That's amazing! How did you get mom to agree?"

Fan Shengmei blinked, "Auntie is very easy to talk to, I just tried my best to get her to agree."

She leaned closer to him and lowered her voice, "I think you usually hold everything in. Actually...if you talk to your aunt nicely, she'll agree to anything reasonable."

She also touched the kitten and looked at Meng Yanchen.

"I know you've wanted to have a kitten since you were little, but it's never happened. Whether it's a butterfly or a kitten, I don't want your life to be filled with these specimens. I want you to feel their vitality."

Meng Yanchen put the kitten down and kissed her lips gently.

"Thank you, ma'am."

Fan Shengmei pinched him gently, "Why are you yelling? Don't mess around. We're at home."

Meng Yanchen looked at Xiao Jubai, and suddenly remembered something. He looked up at her and said meaningfully,

"That's good. There's a kitten at home. If you don't come home to see me, you have to come back to see it, right?"

As soon as the voice fell, Ms. Fu appeared behind him, with a knowing smile in her eyes. She said calmly,

"Yanchen, Xiaomei, it's time to eat."

【Mengjia Restaurant】

Meng Huaijin served Fu Wenying a bowl of soup and asked gently,

"Did you enjoy your outing with Xiaomei today?"

Fu Wenying took the bowl of soup with her usual calm tone.

"The auction house's stuff is getting worse and worse lately. It's the same old stuff over and over again. There's nothing new."

She gently stirred the spoon. "I only saw a nice jade bracelet, 'Green Waves and Emerald Green.' The material is quite rare, and I've already ordered it."

Meng Huaijin nodded, looked at Fan Shengmei lovingly, then looked at Fu Wenying,

"I've been very busy these past two days. Our Meng family is marrying off both a daughter and a daughter, so we can't let Xiaomei down in any way."

He paused, then added with a smile, "Of course, I can't let you down, so I'll buy you some more things you'll like."

Fan Shengmei quickly said, "Uncle, Auntie has already bought me a lot, there's really no need to spend any more."

Meng Huaijin smiled gently and looked at her.

"Xiaomei, you still call me uncle and aunt?"

He turned his gaze to Meng Yanchen again, with an urging smile,

"When will you two find time to get the certificate? That's the most important thing."

Meng Yanchen held Fan Shengmei's hand and looked at his father.

"I hope it's as soon as possible."

His tone was calm, but he didn't say that his Xiaomei was too busy recently and didn't even have time to deal with him except when she went back to the Meng family.

Although he didn't say it, his tone was full of grievance.

Fu Wenying wiped the corner of her mouth elegantly with a napkin and took over the conversation.

"I've had someone look at dates, and the best date this year is in the spring, which is only a month or two away. A wedding is a big deal, so every aspect must be considered, and the date is no exception. There's no rush."

She changed the subject and looked at Fan Shengmei tenderly, "Although the date has been postponed, our Xiaomei...do you mind changing your mind first?"

There was silence at the table.

Hearing this, Meng Yanchen turned his head to look at Fan Shengmei and pinched her fingertips.

Fan Shengmei looked at the loving Meng Huaijin and the reserved but sincere Fu Wenying in front of her, her eyes instantly turned red, and her heart was filled with excitement and happiness.

She took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly, but she shouted clearly,

"Dad, Mom."

"Hey!" Meng Huaijin responded happily.

Fu Wenying also smiled a very rare and warm smile, and responded repeatedly,

"well."

As she spoke, almost at the same time as Meng Huaijin, she took out two black cards that had been prepared long ago.

Meng Huaijin smiled and said, "This is a gift from my parents, I can't refuse it."

Fu Wenying's tone was more serious.

"From now on we are truly a family. Stop being so distant."

Fan Shengmei took the black card, nodded vigorously, her voice choked with sobs,

"Yeah! Thank you, Dad, thank you, Mom!"

The whole family was immersed in a joyful and warm atmosphere.

As they started eating, Fu Wenying seemed to suddenly remember something and said to Fan Shengmei very naturally,

"Xiaomei, you've been busy with work lately and you have to prepare for the wedding, so leave the kitten at the Meng family. Come back and see it whenever you miss it."

As soon as these words were spoken, Meng Yanchen, Meng Huaijin and Fan Shengmei raised their heads in unison, and three pairs of eyes looked at Fu Wenying.

Meng Yanchen couldn't believe his ears and spoke in surprise,

"Mom, you... aren't you a germaphobe?"

Fu Wenying smiled faintly,

"It's okay, Aunt Wang will take care of it."

She lowered her head and took a sip of soup, saying casually, "Mom thinks it's cute too. I'll read it every now and then to cheer myself up."

Meng Yanchen, "......"

Fan Shengmei suppressed her laughter and nodded obediently.

"Okay, Mom. Thank you for your hard work."

Meng Yanchen felt that today's dinner was not delicious again.

[Meng Yanchen's Bedroom Night]

Meng Yanchen came out of the bathroom, his body covered in moist and warm steam.

He only casually tied a dark gray silk nightgown.

When he looked up, his hand that was wiping his hair stopped.

Under the warm yellow light of the bedroom, Fan Shengmei was leaning against the head of the bed.

The moon-white silk pajamas clung to her curves like water, and her slightly curly black hair brushed over one shoulder, revealing her slender neck.

She lowered her eyes to look at her phone, the light from the screen reflected on her face, her eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, and the corners of her lips raised slightly——

It’s a group message from the five beauties of Ode to Joy.

Qu Xiaoxiao's voice jumped out from the speaker:

"I've finally come to terms with it! Relying on men? Even my own father is unreliable! My mom is right. I have to save more money for myself, buy more shops, and become a landlady when I'm old—"

She paused, her tone suddenly flattering, "I want to be like Miss Fan!"

Fan Shengmei smiled and held down the voice button. "That's great. Come to Xingtu tomorrow. I have something to tell you."

Qu Xiaoxiao quickly replied, "Okay, what good news is there? I'll definitely be there on time!"

As soon as Fan Shengmei put down her phone and looked up, she met Meng Yanchen's deep eyes.

He leaned over and kissed her shoulder, his voice low and hoarse.

"There are reliable ones, ma'am."

Fan Shengmei's fingers trembled, but she didn't hide. She just looked at him sideways with a hint of ridicule in her eyes.

"What do you want to do? This is at Mom and Dad's house."

Meng Yanchen took her cell phone away with one hand, grabbed her waist with the other hand, and pressed his whole body on her.

The silk pajamas were as smooth as flowing water. His palms moved slowly down along her waistline, his fingertips lingering on the hollow of her back. His voice was hoarse from restraint.

"A week..."