Chapter 38 How did Meng Yanxi manage to chase me all the way to school...?

At the poker table tonight, Meng Yanxi won against three opponents, while Lu Jingyue suffered the most crushing defeat.

Luo Heng was right. Meng Yanxi had never lost a game involving money. He was indeed naturally lucky in this area; even in games like scratching lottery tickets, which were purely based on luck, he could win six or seven out of ten times, giving him a winning percentage of over 50%. Not to mention games like card games, which required thinking.

But Meng Yanxi was never greedy and was always very restrained. For example, although he knew that scratching lottery tickets was a good way to win, even when he was very young and his allowance was relatively small, he rarely bought lottery tickets. It was precisely because of this that Meng Huai liked him especially from a young age. Among the younger generation, Meng Huai liked Meng Yanxi the most, regardless of gender. Every time Meng Shixu scolded his son for being a scoundrel, Meng Huai would speak up to defend him. Meng Shixu said that Meng Huai was showing affection to his grandchildren, and Meng Huai smiled and told Meng Shixu not to take his good fortune for granted.

Meng Yanxi had never won money like this before, even though he could. But tonight, he couldn't stand the sight of these three people and showed no mercy.

Actually, Lu Jingyue is quite clever, but he's definitely not as lucky as Meng Yanxi when it comes to money. I don't know if it's because he was too arrogant at the beginning, chasing after Jin Zhao, that retribution came too quickly.

Even after losing all his chips, the God of Wealth was still not satisfied. Lu Jingyue, quick-witted as ever, immediately admitted defeat, laughing and saying, "Stop playing. If we keep playing, everyone will be asleep by then, and we'll really be walking in the dark in our fine clothes. How about this, let's play one more round. If I lose, I'll go into the kitchen and make you some osmanthus cake. You can take it up to Jin Zhao to try."

Luo Heng and Zhao Yu were extremely grateful for Lu Jingyue's suggestion.

There's no way around it. I was just helping the wicked bully the newbies, and now I'm being crushed by the God of Wealth. If I keep playing, I'll go bankrupt.

Meng Yanxi was not very satisfied and lifted her eyelids slightly: "Is what you made edible?"

Lu Jingyue raised an eyebrow, knowingly asking in return, "Is that the point?"

Yes, that's not true.

The God of Wealth understood perfectly and finally took pity on him and nodded.

That's why Lu Jingyue is so clever. He had absolutely no idea how to make osmanthus cake. He just overheard Feng Chi mentioning wanting glutinous rice cake before dinner and guessed the kitchen had made extra. When the group finished playing cards and went to check, sure enough, there was still some left. The only thing Lu Jingyue did was go outside and break off a branch of osmanthus blossoms, sprinkle some petals on it, and the glutinous rice cake instantly transformed into osmanthus cake.

Meng Yanxi looked down on Lu Jingyue's "pre-made dishes," to which Lu Jingyue retorted cheekily, "Then I'll steam some for you now?"

This steaming process will take at least an hour, and Jin Zhao will definitely be asleep by then, which will mean someone will miss a good opportunity to claim credit.

Not wanting the devil to be one foot taller than the righteous one foot, Meng Yanxi said, "Fine, you can steam it now."

Saying the cruelest words, she smoothly took the plate of "pre-made" osmanthus cake.

Lu Jingyue laughed in exasperation: "You've already sent it over, why should I steam it again?"

"Wait for me to come back and eat." Meng Yanxi walked out of the kitchen with an arrogant expression, not forgetting to provoke Lu Jingyue, "A bet is a bet."

Lu Jingyue: "..."

A light rain began to fall outside. Feng Chi eagerly caught up with him and said, "The food boxes have all been sent out. Brother Yan, please wait a moment, I'll have someone bring them over right away."

Someone couldn't wait and said, "No need, just give me an umbrella."

“They’ve all taken the big umbrellas upstairs, so we only have small umbrellas here. Brother, let me hold this umbrella over you to shield you from the osmanthus cake.” Feng Chi eagerly opened an umbrella.

Meng Yanxi: "No need."

He opened his small umbrella and stepped into the rain.

The umbrella sheltered the osmanthus cake in his hand, while raindrops fell on his cold, hard shoulders.

Feng Chi was incredibly obsequious, still calling out from behind with concern, "The roads are slippery in the rain, Brother Yan, please be careful."

跟冯迟的狗腿比起来，路景越就显得格外欠揍，拖着语调说：“没错，是得当心着点儿，当心赌场得意，情场失意。”

Meng Yanxi: "..."

Lu Jingyue's mouth might be poisonous; it's like a crow's mouth—his words have come true.

Meng Yanxi walked up the mountain on the bluestone slabs, in a good mood the whole way, even though the rain soaked her back. The osmanthus cake was still warm, safely sheltered under the umbrella, and was still steaming with white mist when she arrived.

He folded his umbrella and put it aside, just as he was about to knock on the door, when Jin Zhao's voice came from inside: "I didn't go abroad, I just transferred schools that year."

The rain outside wasn't heavy, but the wind seemed to have picked up, blowing against him. His rain-soaked shirt clung to his back, right against his heart, sending chills down his spine.

The door was only slightly ajar; Meng Yanxi gave it a gentle push, and the door opened silently.

The living room was decorated with off-white natural stone, clean and simple. Jin Zhao and Si Tian sat on the sofa with their backs to him, a floor lamp shining beside them. The warm light shone on her fair face. She rested her elbows on the back of the sofa, tilting her head slightly to look at Si Tian, ​​her profile beautiful and serene.

Meng Yanxi suddenly felt that she couldn't understand her.

He thought he understood her very well.

I understand her hardships, her resilience, and even more so, the compassion and strength with which she danced amidst the ruins.

But at this moment, he felt as if he had misjudged the situation.

She wasn't compassionate and powerful; she was heartless.

He still remembered that year when he rushed out of the school to find her, disregarding everything, even scaling the wall in front of the head of student affairs. But in the end, he stopped when she said she was in a hurry to catch a flight.

The next day, he received the dress she had returned.

For a long time, he was angry with her.

He had been deluding himself; if he didn't want to see her, he wouldn't. He withdrew all his sincerity, and that was all for the autumn.

Until the day of Lidong (the beginning of winter), when he learned from her neighbor that her stepmother had miscarried and she had almost been transferred to the Ninth Middle School, he immediately forgave her.

He was naturally perceptive about human nature and immediately guessed what she had faced during the summer vacation. In the end, she didn't go to No. 9 Middle School. Although she was sent to a foreign country at a young age, this should be the best result she had managed to achieve for herself with all her might.

Rather than going to No. 9 Middle School, let her go abroad. When she comes back, her situation should be much better.

He beat up Ji Haoxuan first.

Although it had nothing to do with Ji Haoxuan, it was all his mother's fault. But who told his mother to be so obsessed with keeping her son in Class A by any means necessary? The more a heinous person wants something, the more they will destroy it.

Of course, the price he paid was that he himself was disqualified from being admitted to university without taking the entrance exam.

In those years, housing prices soared, and there were many speculators. The house we now lived in was bought quickly because it was close to a school, even though it wasn't a very good one. The new owner rented it out, and Meng Yanxi struggled with her decision for a few days before contacting the new owner again.

To get the house rented to him, the landlord exaggerated its merits: "The previous owners here were a family of intellectuals. The grandfather was an inheritor of intangible cultural heritage, the aunt was a teacher, and the father made a lot of money in his own business. Their daughter had the best grades. She was initially in the A class of Suida Affiliated High School. You know Suida Affiliated High School A class? She was a Tsinghua or Peking University prospect! But the girl had lofty ambitions and didn't even consider Tsinghua or Peking University. Now she's studying abroad and doing very well!"

Meng Yanxi asked, "Where did you go abroad?"

The homeowner went to great lengths to exaggerate Jin Zhao's abilities, blatantly lying: "Britain, huh? Oh, I've met the young lady there. She's so pretty and gentle. She told me she plans to study at Cambridge."

Okay, Meng Yanxi believed it and transferred a year's rent in one go.

He himself had never lived there, and only considered it as an intelligence fee.

I do go there often, and I've managed to get some information from the grandparents who take their daily walks. Everyone says she's gone abroad.

Perhaps people from truly different worlds never meet. In that year, Meng Yanxi didn't encounter Wu Nian even once, nor did she realize in time that she had bought "false information." But then again, even if she had met Wu Nian, she might not have told the truth.

After all, this past was not honorable, and even Jin Zhao himself refused to tell him the truth, lying to him that he had gone abroad.

Only then did Meng Yanxi realize how ridiculous she had been.

He was such a smart and proud man, always the one who manipulated people, yet he was deceived by her lie for so many years.

He traveled back and forth between England and various universities, but when he couldn't find a place there, his landlord tricked him into going to the United States. America is so big, with so many universities, and he would visit a few whenever he had a holiday. In this life, no, in several lifetimes, he had never loved schools as much as he had in his eighteen lifetimes.

He felt like a joke, like a fool, being completely manipulated by the heartless Jin Zhao and his boastful landlord. What was most infuriating was that the two had never even met.

In the end, it turned out she was at the No. 1 Middle School in a neighboring city, less than 300 kilometers away from him as the crow flies. About the same distance as Suiyi was from here.

This short distance separated them for nine years.

It's rare that she even knows how long nine years is; she just doesn't care at all. If she cared even a little, she wouldn't have said so calmly and coldly that if she had a child, nine years of compulsory education would have been completed.

This was the funniest joke he'd heard all year. Not only was the logic absurd, but it was also utterly heartless.

Let her have the baby. From now on, even if she gives birth to Nezha, it will have nothing to do with him. Meng Yanxi thought.

He glanced at Jin Zhao indifferently. She clearly hadn't expected him to appear so late, or perhaps she hadn't expected him to come and deliver osmanthus cakes to her in the rain. She seemed so flustered, remaining seated sideways on the sofa, staring blankly at him.

The light shone from the side onto her face, revealing every detail of her gently trembling eyelashes.

Meng Yanxi ignored Si Tian, ​​who greeted him awkwardly, and did not enter the room. He indifferently placed the osmanthus cake on the cabinet by the door.

"There's some pre-made osmanthus cake left in the kitchen. Let's see if we can eat it. If not, we'll throw it away."

Having said that, he turned and stepped into the wind and rain, without looking at Jin Zhao again.

The wind rushed in through the open door, leaving a lingering chill in the air.

The last bit of heat from the osmanthus cake on the counter was blown away.

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The rain stopped in the latter half of the night, but Jin Zhao couldn't sleep all night and got up before six o'clock the next morning.

She got ready and went to the restaurant, but there was no one there except the kitchen staff who had just changed their clothes and were getting ready for work.

She sat alone at the dining table, the sounds of birds chirping in the morning and the clinking of porcelain being arranged filling the air. A staff member came up and asked her what she would like to eat. She gently shook her head and said she wasn't hungry yet, and would wait for everyone to come down and eat together.

She wasn't hungry; she felt nothing in her stomach. Not just her stomach, but her whole body felt numb. Only one thought occupied her mind: she had to see Meng Yanxi.

Back then, it was her fault. She left in such an undignified way; at the very least, she shouldn't have lied.

She had intended to explain as soon as they met, but he seemed unwilling to listen. She thought he was still angry about the dress she had returned years ago.

After all, he said back then that sending the dress back meant she never wanted to see him again, right? Yes, she sent it back.

She sent it, so he probably assumed she didn't intend to see him again.

Their meeting was accidental. If it weren't for his sister's trouble, they might never have met again. But a chance encounter doesn't guarantee a future meeting. She didn't know if he wanted to see her again. If they didn't need to, there was no need for explanation. If he did, then they could explain later.

She just didn't expect that he would overhear her conversation with Si Tian first.

It's not so bad to expose a lie, because at least it shows there was some sincerity involved. What's terrible is to uncover it from a third-party perspective.

There is no sincerity whatsoever.

Jin Zhao and Si Tian were both stunned last night and didn't react for a moment. By the time she chased after her, Meng Yanxi had already gone far away.

The osmanthus flowers in the mountains bloom late, but they really have. It seems like it happened overnight; I didn't smell them last night, but this morning the garden is filled with their sweet fragrance.

When the sky was fully bright, Si Tian came down, and soon after, Luo Heng and the others also came down.

Jin Zhao's gaze passed over Lu Jingyue and went to look behind him.

Lu Jingyue: "Don't bother looking anymore, Meng Yanxi has already gone back."

"Huh? Brother Yan went back? When did he go back?" Luo Heng was shocked.

Lu Jingyue glanced at Jin Zhao and said, "Last night."

Jin Zhao's fingers, which were resting on the table, clenched tightly, his nails turning a ghastly white.

“Last night? It was past 10 o'clock after he finished playing cards last night. It was pitch black. How did he get home? Oh right, didn't he ask you to…” Luo Heng glanced at Jin Zhao and changed his words, “Didn't you ask him to deliver osmanthus cakes to Jin Zhao and the other girl?”

Lu Jingyue: "Who knew, he came back and told me he had left, and asked me to take Jin Zhao back."

Jin Zhao silently lowered his eyes.

My heart, which had been hanging in suspense all night, finally sank down as if it had hit a brick wall, yet it didn't seem so unexpected.

Compared to Jin Zhao's silence, Feng Chi appeared to be heartbroken.

In the morning, after the group left, Feng Chi lingered by Lu Jingyue's car window, repeatedly calling out, "Brother Yue, Brother Yue, when you get back, please put in a good word for me with Brother Yan. It's my fault for not being a good host. Hey, why did you leave in the middle of the night? It's dark, the road is long, and it's raining. Even if you were in a hurry, you should have told me, and I would have sent someone to drive him. Is there something I did wrong?"

The spoiled rich kid scratched his head, completely puzzled: "Is it because I couldn't find the food box last night? Or did the rain soak the osmanthus cake? But I saw that Brother Yan's umbrella was completely covering the osmanthus cake, while he himself got wet... Ah right! He must be upset because he got wet in the rain!"

Feng Chi pretended to slap himself in the face: "It's all my fault! Why didn't I realize last night when Brother Yan forbade me to hold an umbrella for Guihua Gao? If I didn't hold an umbrella for Guihua Gao, I should have held an umbrella for Brother Yan! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, little brother!"

"Alright, alright, your brother Yan isn't that petty. It has nothing to do with you." Lu Jingyue couldn't stand it anymore, so he interrupted him and drove away.

They went back on the 6th, and the 7th was the Mid-Autumn Festival. Jin Zhao went back to Huijue Town to visit his grandparents.

When Jin Zhao was a sophomore, her grandparents went back to their hometown in Huijue Town. The two elders originally lived with Jin Wenhui, but later Lin Yao kept saying that she wanted to rent a place on her own. The elders weren't so clueless as to tell the lady of the house to leave her own house and rent a place, so they took the initiative to go back to the countryside.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, Meng Yanxi was detained at the Meng family home and received a good scolding from Meng Shixu.

Because he missed the blind date with the Qiao family.

That evening, Lu Jingyue came to the Meng family home with his parents. As soon as he entered, he heard Meng Shixu scolding Meng Yanxi.

"I arrange blind dates for you, and nine out of ten times you tell me you have a girlfriend. If you have a girlfriend, then bring her back for me and your grandfather to see."

Meng Yanxi lounged casually on the sofa, her eyes downcast, her fingers unconsciously twirling her phone. She didn't know if she had heard what Meng Shixu had said.

It's highly likely they didn't hear it.

"I'm asking you a question, so answer it!"

Meng Yanxi finally raised her eyelids, looking completely bewildered: "What?"

Meng Shixu wanted nothing more than to kick him.

If Meng Shijin's family hadn't come in, and he hadn't had to give his son some face, he really would have kicked them down. — This was the umpteenth time Meng Shixu had thought this over the years.

This kind of family banquet during festivals is a tradition of the Meng family, and no one can be absent, no matter how busy they are. This is a rule set by Meng Huai.

But with three generations living together, and the grandchildren of marriageable age, the conversation inevitably has to circle back to the original topic.

Unlike Meng Shixu, Meng Huai didn't favor women over men. He asked Meng Yanxi reasonably, "Why didn't Number Three go on the blind date? Was he not satisfied with Qiao Mianmian?"

Meng Huai himself has very keen hearing; he knows things that many of the younger generation don't. He wasn't entirely satisfied with Qiao Mianmian, but since Meng Shixu was trying to match them up, he couldn't say anything. Besides, it was just a meeting, and there was no guarantee anything would happen.

"No, she's a very nice person," Meng Yanxi said without changing her expression. "I'm mainly worried that she might not be satisfied with me."

Meng Shixu was so angry he laughed, and said sarcastically, "You're really not good enough for her."

Meng Zhuxi couldn't stand these words and immediately spoke up to defend her brother: "That's not true. My brother has a girlfriend. He didn't go because he didn't want to be two-timing."

"You have another girlfriend?" Meng Huai raised an eyebrow.

Meng Yanxi said calmly, "They've already broken up."

Meng Zhuxi: "Huh? Bro, didn't you just start dating? How come you broke up already? You change girlfriends every month, how can I possibly ask you for your WeChat?"

Meng Zhuxi still naively believes that his brother hasn't added Jin Zhao on WeChat.

Meng Shixu sneered: "Don't listen to his lies."

Beside him, Lu Jingyue glanced at Meng Yanxi's uninterested look and said, half-jokingly, "I'm not lying, it's true."

Meng Shijin and his wife immediately smoothed things over, saying, "It's alright, it's just a breakup, right? Your aunt will introduce you to someone else."

Meng Shixu wanted to say something more, but Meng Huai quickly changed the subject, and the gun was no longer pointed at Meng Yanxi.

The family ate autumn crabs together for dinner and shared mooncakes. Meng Shijin picked out a few interesting and interesting things to tell his father, Meng Huai, to make him happy.

Meng Yanxi walked to the garden alone.

The osmanthus flowers in the garden are in full bloom, even more vibrant than those in the mountains. The pale yellow osmanthus blossoms in the garden reflect the bright and clear full moon in the sky.

Meng Yanxi looked down at her phone and tapped on Jin Zhao's profile picture.

The conversation has remained before the class reunion.

For two days and one night, there was not a sound.

If he were even slightly important, she wouldn't have ignored him for so long.

Meng Yanxi frowned, resolutely pressed the screen off with her long fingers, and put her phone into her pocket.

Less than a minute later, he took it out again, unlocked it, and opened WeChat again.

There was still no movement.

When Meng Zhuxi came out, her brother was resolutely turning off the screen, as if he had sworn to give up his phone for life and never look at it again.

Confused and bewildered, Meng Zhuxi stared blankly at his somewhat lonely back.

Meng Yanxi quickly noticed her and turned to ask, "What is it?"

His eyes looked somewhat lonely, and also somewhat impatient with unfulfilled desires.

Meng Zhuxi snapped out of her daze, stepped forward, and said, "Brother, I have to go back to school after the holiday."

Meng Yanxi nodded and opened her phone again.

His fingers had developed a sense of self-control over the past two days, automatically clicking on his chat with Jin Zhao first when he opened WeChat. Seeing the screen remain unresponsive, he frowned slightly, then calmly switched back to his chat with Meng Zhuxi and casually transferred 100,000 yuan to her.

Meng Zhuxi's phone immediately rang.

Meng Yanxi: "I've transferred your allowance to you."

With that, he tossed his phone into his pocket and turned to walk back.

“No,” Meng Zhuxi quickly grabbed his sleeve, “It’s not that I’m short of money. I mean, I’m going to take an English and American poetry class after the holiday.”

The words "English and American poetry" made Meng Yanxi stop in her tracks.

If Meng Zhuxi hadn't mentioned it, he would have forgotten about it.

“I know you want me to sign up for this course so you can get Teacher Jin Zhao’s WeChat,” Meng Zhuxi stated firmly, “but I will not help you get her WeChat. To prevent you from stealing my phone to transfer your contact information to yourself, I will not add her myself, absolutely not.”

Meng Yanxi turned his head and looked at his sister as if she were an idiot.

Meng Zhuxi was completely oblivious and continued to try to persuade her brother to back down: "Teacher Jin Zhao is a good girl. I've heard all about her. Her students all like her very much. They say she's beautiful, kind, considerate, and loyal. She even keeps using her old things. As for you, you change girlfriends every month. You're my brother, so I can't use bad words like 'scumbag' or 'playboy' to describe you, but my conscience tells me I can't be your accomplice, help you do evil, and ruin good girls. So even though I signed up for the elective course because of you, I won't help you."

Meng Yanxi: "..."

Luo Heng was right; his sister was indeed his number one hater.

"Whatever." Meng Yanxi stepped inside, tossing out, "Give me back the 100,000 yuan."

Meng Zhuxi was so angry that she yelled loudly behind him.

In the end, naturally, the money was taken, but the matter was not resolved.

English and American poetry classes are held every Wednesday evening, with the first class not starting until the second week after the holiday.

Jin Zhao was somewhat surprised to see Meng Zhuxi in class. If she remembered correctly, Meng Zhuxi should already be a senior. Apart from not having enough credits, she rarely saw seniors taking elective courses, and even the situation of not having enough credits was extremely rare.

"Are you going to take the postgraduate entrance exam?" Jin Zhao asked Meng Zhuxi with a smile, which was the only reason she could think of.

Meng Zhuxi couldn't bring herself to say, "My brother has ulterior motives towards you and is trying to get you by any means necessary. He sent me here to be part of his scheme." So she could only smile against her conscience and say, "No, I just like literature."

The discussion of English and American poetry begins with the Middle Ages, but it's only briefly mentioned as background. In the first lesson, Jin Zhao focused on Petrarch, a figure from the Renaissance period.

People know that Petrarch, Dante, and Boccaccio are the "three giants of the Renaissance," but few know that Petrarch was a man of deep affection. Petrarch met Laura when he was 23 years old, and for the next 20 years, he wrote 366 love poems for her, which later became the famous Cantata.

Such a grand and enduring love is hard not to yearn for.

Meng Zhuxi rested her chin on her hands, gazing at the radiantly beautiful teacher on the podium, and sighed silently in her heart.

Meng Yanxi is not good enough for him.

After class, Jin Zhao took the initiative to come to Meng Zhuxi's side.

Since she was already a senior, no classmates were willing to accompany her to elective classes, so Meng Zhuxi went downstairs alone with Jin Zhao.

Meng Zhuxi repeatedly thanked Jin Zhao for her help that day and gave her the fruit card she had prepared in advance.

Her brother said that Ms. Jin Zhao likes cards and asked her to give her a card as a token of gratitude.

But Meng Zhuxi couldn't bring himself to give his teacher a bank card, so he had to settle for second best and top up a card at the school's fruit shop. At least that way it wouldn't look like bribery. Even so, Jin Zhao absolutely dared not accept it and backed away in fright.

"You can buy me juice, but not a fruit card. The teacher ethics assessment is very strict." Jin Zhao said, both amused and exasperated.

Meng Zhuxi didn't want to repay kindness with enmity and cause the other person to lose their job, so he could only smile awkwardly and put the juice away, then said, "Then I'll bring juice to the next class. What would you like to drink, teacher?"

Jin Zhao paused for a moment, then said, "Goji berry and chrysanthemum tea."

Meng Zhuxi exclaimed in surprise, "What a coincidence! My brother also loves drinking goji berry and chrysanthemum tea!"

Jin Zhao's eyelashes fluttered slightly.

The streetlights downstairs were not very bright, and figures walked past her one after another. An English major student, who had just finished his evening class, recognized her and greeted her with a smile, "Hello, Teacher Jin!"

Jin Zhao smiled and said, "Hello."

The three teaching buildings are located on the outskirts of the teaching area, opposite the parking lot. A black sedan is parked quietly by the roadside. Jin Zhao is nearsighted and doesn't like wearing glasses, so he can't see clearly at night.

She couldn't make out what kind of car it was, but she could tell that its lines were exceptionally beautiful and high-quality, clearly different from other cars.

Her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly recognized from the car's exterior that it wasn't a Maybach, and she couldn't quite describe the feeling of disappointment.

"How is your brother doing lately?"

Jin Zhao gripped the book tightly in his hand.

She followed Meng Zhuxi all the way, only she knew her true intentions. But when Meng Zhuxi finally brought up her brother, she just couldn't bring herself to ask him.

Meng Zhuxi, however, thought the two words themselves were a question, and said with a smile, "Yes! He was with me in the counselor's office that day, do you remember? He was very handsome!"

Jin Zhao smiled and said, "He is indeed very handsome."

He's really handsome, and he's really great. But for her, he's too good, making her hesitate. These past few days, she's opened their chat window countless times, unable to even concentrate on preparing her lessons, yet she doesn't dare send a single word.

It was all just a feeling, but feelings themselves are heavily filtered and even fantasized. She was afraid that she was just being delusional, that he was so wonderful, and that she was simply not good enough for him.

Meng Zhuxi suddenly noticed the Rolls-Royce parked by the roadside; it was Meng Yanxi's car!

Although it was dark and the car window was only half-closed, Meng Zhuxi recognized her brother at a glance, even though they had been siblings for over twenty years. The man sitting in the driver's seat was her brother.

What's going on with Meng Yanxi? Why did she follow me all the way to the school?!

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Author's Note: Don't rush, don't rush, they'll be together in the next chapter! They need time to develop. Meng has been yearning for her for so many years, it's time for Jin Zhao to take the initiative, and then for Meng Yanxi to break the ice. But so far, Jin Zhao hasn't taken that step. Therefore, this process is inevitable, but it will be soon, they'll be together in the next chapter!

This chapter is over 7,000 words! I've made up for yesterday's! Mwah!

Updates will be at 8 PM every day this week. My week is a Jinjiang week, from Thursday to next Wednesday, mwah~