Chapter 287 I Will Always Stand on Your Second Sister’s Side

When getting off work, Xiao Han subconsciously glanced towards the rest area. Not seeing Li Xiangning, he immediately felt relieved.

"That's all for today. It's time to get off work." He raised his voice, signaling everyone to leave.

Shao Lengyu glanced at the time and feigned surprise, "Teacher Xiao, you have a fever? You've never left work before ten o'clock before, and it's only six o'clock!"

Xiao Han tutted and rolled his eyes. "I can endure it, but I can't ask my girlfriend to endure it with me! She's new here, and I'm taking her out for a date and some photos. Do you have any objections?"

"Oh wow~" Everyone started to make a noise, casting teasing glances at Meng Zhen.

Meng Zhen blushed immediately and lowered her head slightly.

"Okay, why are you all so poor!" Xiao Han walked towards Meng Zhen with his bag hooked on his shoulder, and said, "I don't usually see you guys like working overtime so much. You can leave if you want, but there's no overtime pay for working overtime tonight!"

"You talk as if it had happened before!" Everyone complained, but the accusation was in vain.

They receive a basic salary plus commission based on the orders they receive, and there is no such thing as overtime pay.

Xiao Han ignored their accusations and left with Meng Zhen in his arms.

"I'll take you to try this old-fashioned restaurant here. You'll probably like it." Xiao Han fastened his seat belt and was about to start the car when he suddenly remembered something: "Oh, right."

Seeing Meng Zhen's puzzled expression, Xiao Han came up and kissed her lips, then smiled and said, "Recharge after get off work."

Meng Zhen's face suddenly turned as red as a ripe apple.

Dating an idol, this feeling is so happy!

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Back in Beijing, after Meng Anran and Qin Mu left the carving studio in the evening, they drove directly back to the Meng family villa.

As soon as Qin Mu's car stopped, the oak door of the villa popped open.

Meng Chenghong rushed out with her frizzy chestnut hair, wearing cartoon pajamas under her down jacket: "Sister, I edited the video of you that was trending into a ghost version!"

The young man held up a tablet computer, and on the screen was a slow-motion loop of Meng Anran kicking the human trafficker, accompanied by the background music of "I can do whatever I want~".

"Meng Chenghong!" Meng Anran pretended to twist his ears, and the young man slipped behind Qin Mu like a loach.

Qin Mu smiled and spread his hands, "Don't expect me to save you. I will always stand on your second sister's side."

The boy immediately rebelled, hid in a corner, and complained, "Brother Mu, you're not kind! You used to dote on me!"

"Doesn't your second sister dote on you?" Qin Mu walked over and gently patted Meng Chenghong on the back of the head. "Last year, you had a conflict with the school hooligans, and it was your second sister who helped you settle it. Besides,"

He suddenly lowered his voice and leaned close to the boy's ear and said, "Aren't you afraid that your second sister will complain about your love affair?"

Meng Chenghong's pupils suddenly shrank, and he almost forgot that his second sister was still holding his pigtail in her hand!

"Delete! Delete now! Delete immediately!" He deleted the video in no time, then hooked Meng Anran's arm in a flattering manner: "Second sister~ my dear sister~ don't hold it against me~ I know I was wrong, and I will never ruin your image again!"

Meng Anran looked puzzled, unable to understand why this boy suddenly changed his attitude 180 degrees.

Seeing that the two hadn't come in for so long, Su Wanman came out to greet them, a strand of hair beside her bun swaying slightly with her movements.

She reached out and brushed the snow off her daughter's shoulder. "What are you two talking about? Why haven't you come in for so long? It's cold outside. I made some honey grapefruit tea. It's still warm. Come in and drink it while we talk."

Meng Anran smelled the sweet aroma of caramel in the air. It was her mother stewing her favorite braised pork ribs.

She shook off her brother's hand and walked in with her mother.

In the open kitchen, Mengrong, wearing a plaid apron, wields his knife with swift movements at the counter. The duck meat gleams amber in the warm light, and when he looks up, his wrinkled eyes are filled with joy.

"Xiao Qin is here too! Come and try some Peking duck! I learned how to make it so I could woo your aunt! I don't usually show off this skill!"

Qin Mu quickly changed into slippers and walked over. After tasting a piece, he praised it repeatedly: "I didn't expect that my uncle is not only good at business, but also has such superb cooking skills. No wonder he can pursue a beauty like my aunt! Can my uncle teach me too? I can make it for An Xiaoran when she wants to eat it."

"Hey! You kid!" Meng Rong glared at him teasingly and said jokingly, "You kidnapped my daughter and now you want to steal my roast duck secret recipe?"

Qin Mu joked, "Uncle, you're being so polite. We're all family. If you're happy with it, I'd like to call you 'Dad'."

Meng Anran narrowed her eyes as she stared at the two men chatting back and forth, and sighed in her heart: Qin Mu is indeed worthy of being a business person since he was a child, a real shrewd person! With just a few words, he coaxed his father into a beaming smile!

What could she say in this situation? She couldn't just say she didn't like Peking duck, could she?

"Don't worry about them." Su Wanman took her daughter's hand and sat down on the sofa. She poured her a cup of honey grapefruit tea. "Try it and see if the sweetness is right. Winter is dry, so drink more honey to moisturize it."

"Thank you, Mom." Meng Anran took the cup and drank it in small sips.

Su Wanman sat next to her, looking at her with a loving face.

In fact, Meng Anran could feel that her parents attached more importance to the meal she had when she returned home than usual.

Firstly, she rarely came back after moving out, and secondly, she suddenly fell into a coma some time ago and didn't allow anyone to visit her, so her parents must be very worried about her.

So this time when she came home, they paid special attention to her, wanting her to eat more good food to nourish her body, and stay in a good mood to avoid getting sick.

Sure enough, when Meng Anran took her third sip, Su Wanman couldn't help but ask, "Anran, how are you? Is everything okay? Are you feeling okay these days? If you're unhappy, remember to tell your parents. Your parents may not be able to help, but it's better to talk it out than to keep it all bottled up."

"I'm fine." Meng Anran put down the water cup and patted the back of her mother's hand in comfort. "Fainting is not a big deal. I was just too tired some time ago. And my illness is much better than before. My sleep quality has improved in the past few days. If you don't believe me, ask Qin Mu. I slept until nine o'clock today."

After hearing this, Su Wanman didn't feel relieved at all. Instead, she sighed with heartache and held Meng Anran's hand tightly: "Which young person these days doesn't sleep until noon on vacation? You only sleep until nine o'clock and think your sleep quality has improved? Then all these years..."

"Mom." Meng Anran interrupted her sad speech and chuckled, "That's because I'm busy. Managing such a large group, I have to get up at 6:30 every day to go to work. Being able to sleep until 9 o'clock on vacation is already very good! Look at me these past two days, my dark circles have faded!"

Su Wanman knew that she was deliberately trying to comfort him, so she pursed her lips and smiled helplessly, "Child, you always report good news but not bad news. I can't even help you share the pressure."

"Mom, if you keep talking, my braised pork ribs will get burnt." Meng Anran raised her eyebrows and reminded her.