Chapter 71 The glutinous rice dumplings were white and tender, very…

Meng Yanxi didn't know what other people's pregnancy dreams meant, but between him and Jin Zhao, he was the one who had pregnancy dreams.

It wasn't the Azure Dragon or the Teng Snake from folklore; it was just a small ball of fluff.

White and plump, so tempting to take a bite. Her eyes were round and dark, like black grapes, like his, and also like Jin Zhao. Her cunning, calculating nature resembled his, while her clean and clear appearance resembled hers.

Upon waking up, Meng Yanxi immediately took Jin Zhao to the hospital.

It had been less than a month since then. Even if Jin Zhao was fully prepared, he would never have thought of going here. He thought something was wrong with Meng Yanxi and asked him anxiously where he felt unwell.

As Meng Yanxi drove, she said thoughtfully, "I had a dream."

Jin Zhao: "?"

Are all rich people so well-maintained? They can easily have a dream that requires them to go to the hospital.

Jin Zhao thought for a moment and said sincerely, "If you really have too much money to spend, shouldn't you ask a master for advice?"

After all, hospitals don't interpret dreams.

Meng Yanxi ignored her.

When she arrived at the hospital, she was taken to the obstetrics and gynecology department by herself.

The head of the obstetrics and gynecology department was already waiting inside, greeting Meng Yanxi with a smile. Jin Zhao didn't know why she was being shy, and her face suddenly turned red with embarrassment.

While the two waited for the results, Jin Zhao muttered under his breath, "How can you do this? People will think I'm in such a hurry, coming for a checkup in less than a month."

Meng Yanxi sat down beside her, took her hand in his palm, and stroked it with his fingertips. He still had that thoughtful expression on his face and said, "I dreamed about it."

Jin Zhao: "What did you dream about?"

Meng Yanxi looked at her with his dark eyes: "Our child."

Jin Zhao felt a surge of warmth in her heart and gently bumped into him.

"A pregnancy dream?" She thought for a moment and said, "But aren't all the dreams online about mothers having during their pregnancy?"

Meng Yanxi looked somewhat numb and asked in return, "Can you manage all that?"

Jin Zhao: "What?"

Meng Yanxi curled her lips: "Tonight I want to dream of 1 million, tomorrow night I want to dream of 30 million. Baby, do I need to schedule a time for you to dream about me?"

Jin Zhao: "..."

What a beautiful face, it's a pity it has such a mouth.

Jin Zhao was still a little curious about the content of the dream, since she herself had never dreamed of anything. It was strange, because normally the mother should dream first. Putting aside the blood connection, it was something she wanted and longed for.

"What are your dreams like?" she asked.

Meng Yanxi stroked her with her fingers: "A glutinous rice ball, white and tender, very plump, makes one want to take a bite."

Jin Zhao: "..."

What an outrageous description!

Jin Zhao: "Shouldn't pregnancy dreams be abstract? Ambiguous, and interpretable in any way. If they don't come true, you can say they were just a dream."

Meng Yanxi: "Yes, mine is very specific."

This person seems to have an innate sense of superiority and self-confidence, even when it comes to these mysterious and enigmatic matters.

Meng Yanxi remained silent for a while, then suddenly asked, "Lingling, how about calling the baby 'Little Dumpling' as a nickname? It'll commemorate the first time the baby met his father."

Jin Zhao was speechless. What kind of dream was this, coming to the hospital and having someone name her? Could President Meng, who is usually cold and ruthless, not suddenly become so sensitive?

Jin Zhao felt a little embarrassed to look at him, and said haphazardly, "Let's wait for the results."

The results came back: three weeks pregnant.

She actually got pregnant.

Jin Zhao was somewhat dazed, unsure whether it was the shock of the news itself or the added impact of the dream about Meng Yanxi.

Meng Yanxi was overjoyed; she couldn't hide the delight in her eyes. Even back in the doctor's office, she was already spinning her around in her arms, acting like a teenager with a childlike, immature demeanor, completely devoid of her usual composure.

Jin Zhaofei glanced quickly at the head of the obstetrics and gynecology department next to her, blushed and patted his shoulder: "Put me down quickly."

The man was incredibly confident: "Don't worry, I exercise every day and have great arm strength. I won't drop you or the little one."

Jin Zhao: Playing the lute to a cow.

Meng Yanxi was a bit eccentric. He was still in the hospital when he was already calculating where to buy this and that, and then another problem arose: where to put them all? The child couldn't possibly be born in the school's temporary housing, and Shanshui City wasn't big enough. He owned several villas, and while driving, he was calculating where to move.

He asked Jin Zhao what kind of apartment he liked, with or without a garden, how big the garden would be, what style he preferred, and whether he preferred a riverside or lakeside location.

Meng Yanxi seemed to have never talked so much in her life, chattering away like a little bee.

Compared to Meng Zong, the "little bee," Jin Zhao was calm and even somewhat composed.

The phone suddenly rang, and Jin Zhao looked down at it.

It was a voice call from the college's academic secretary.

Jin Zhao's heart skipped a beat. In a split second, she pulled herself away from Xiao Tuanzi and Bee Meng, her mind racing with thoughts of whether she had forgotten to attend class today.

University teachers are constantly hampered by the term "teaching accident." Just last month, a teacher forgot about a class and left it blank, resulting in a university-wide public reprimand. During that period, the teacher's name was the first thing people saw when they checked the online office system.

Jin Zhao felt a chill run down his spine just thinking about it, and he answered the phone with trembling hands.

The teaching secretary's voice was always energetic: "Hey, Teacher Jin, have you seen the messages in the group chat?"

Jin Zhao felt a chill in his heart, and his voice was inexplicably lacking in confidence: "I haven't had a chance to see it yet, what's wrong?"

Meng Yanxi turned to look at her.

The academic affairs office asked, "The CET-4 and CET-6 exams are next month. The office has asked each college to submit a list of invigilators. You haven't filled out the online form in the group chat. I'm asking what's going on? Do we need to submit your name?"

It turned out to be arranging invigilators. Jin Zhao's heart, which had been halfway through the conversation, immediately settled down, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Sorry, I didn't see it and missed the message." Hearing that the secretary's tone was somewhat agreeable, Jin Zhao immediately asked another question, hoping for the best, "Could you not mention my name?"

Last year, the proctoring job for the postgraduate entrance exam almost killed her.

In the exam room, she reviewed the first half of her life and looked forward to the second half. She even clearly planned how to spend the 30 million yuan she won. Only 20 minutes had passed.

It's a memory I can't bear to look back on.

But the secretary only gave her a polite verbal response before immediately refusing in a businesslike manner: "No."

Jin Zhao: "..." Then why did you ask me?

What difference does it make whether I fill it in or not?

The teaching secretary stated: "In principle, unless there are special circumstances such as pregnancy, exceeding the age limit, or resignation, all teaching staff must participate in this invigilation work."

The sharp-eared man beside him immediately coughed lightly.

Jin Zhao knew perfectly well which keyword he had heard, and his ears suddenly turned hot.

Fortunately, he was tactful enough not to speak directly like he did when he introduced himself as Teacher Jin's boyfriend last time.

Jin Zhao mumbled, "Okay, I'll fill it in right away."

Having just ended the call, Meng Yanxi pointed at the steering wheel and said with a mix of arrogance and arrogance, "Why are there so many of you proctoring exams? It's both the postgraduate entrance exam and the CET-4/6."

Jin Zhao knew why he brought up the postgraduate entrance exam.

She was one of the proctors for the postgraduate entrance exam last year, and he offered to help her then. Considering that their relationship was still relatively innocent at the time, she didn't think too much about it.

But looking back now, it's clear he was implying something.

Meng Yanxi: "You're welcome, Teacher Jin."

Jin Zhao: "..." As expected.

If this person had a tail, it would be pointing skyward by now.

Jin Zhao dislikes proctoring exams. In the past, she lacked a proper reason and was a young teacher, a chosen worker. Now that she has a real reason, she clicks into the online document in the group, but hesitates.

This document is just like filling out a form for voluntary tutoring in school. At a glance, the column for "Can I participate in the CET-4/6 proctoring?" is almost entirely filled with "yes", with only two "no" entries. The word "pregnant" is highlighted in red in the remarks column, which is very eye-catching.

Jin Zhao stared at the two words for a long time, and then quickly filled in "yes" in his own line under "whether to participate in the CET-4 and CET-6 invigilation".

Meng Yanxi turned her head to look at her, her eyes deep and unfathomable.

Jin Zhao left the group document.

She didn't regret it, but there were some things she hadn't thought through yet.

At least for now, she wasn't ready to just fill in the word "pregnant" in red on an online form that everyone in the college could see.

*

By early June, all of Jin Zhao's classes had ended.

The season when mimosa flowers bloom is also graduation season.

Meng Zhuxi is about to graduate. This girl is quite likable. She once casually said something on Meng Zhuxi's behalf, and Meng Zhuxi has always remembered it. Before graduation, she even specially sent Meng Zhuxi flowers.

"Thank you, Jin Zhao! If it weren't for you, I might be graduating with a demerit record right now."

Meng Zhuxi's words were a gross exaggeration. Even without her, with Meng Yanxi around, his precious little sister wouldn't have left school with a demerit record. However, Meng Zhuxi's way of addressing her did surprise her.

Meng Zhuxi smiled and said, "Sister Jin Zhao, do you still remember me? When we were little, my brother took me to learn to dance with you."

Jin Zhao smiled and said, "Of course I remember."

She was sixteen or seventeen years old at that time. It should be Meng Zhuxi who doesn't remember, who was eight or nine years old, an age when it's easy to forget things.

Meng Zhuxi: "I felt that you looked familiar as soon as I saw you, but I couldn't remember you for a moment. I thought it was because I'm like my brother, I feel that beautiful women look familiar."

Jin Zhao: "..."

Poor Meng Yanxi, having such a number one hater sister who always drags him down in everything she does.

Meng Zhuxi: "It wasn't until last month when I saw my brother staring blankly at a dress in his room that I suddenly remembered, you are the Jin Zhao sister from back then!"

Jin Zhao's brow twitched: "A skirt?"

Meng Zhuxi: "Yeah! A silk dress with feathers! You wore it. I saw a video on my brother's phone. You wore this dress and danced 'The Goddess of the Luo River' at the school's art festival back then."

Jin Zhao's heart stirred.

Does he still have that dress? And the video—he even recorded a video?

Meng Zhuxi's expression turned dejected again, and she sighed softly: "Unfortunately, I was young and ignorant back then. Once, I secretly played with my brother's phone and accidentally deleted that video. My brother was so angry that his face turned blue. If my dad hadn't been there, I really suspect he would have beaten me up."

Jin Zhao: "Deleted?"

Meng Zhuxi nodded: "Yes, it was deleted. Later, my brother tried many methods and contacted many people, but he couldn't restore it."

Despite his quirky personality, Meng Zhuxi has always been a person of strong likes and dislikes. Looking back on the things he did when he was young and ignorant, he felt a little guilty.

If only Meng Yanxi's videos hadn't been deleted back then.

She still remembers how sullen Meng Yanxi was during that time, as if she had lost some treasure and was completely dejected.