On Saturday morning, Yu Wan was woken up by the incessant ringing of her cell phone.
She frowned, ruffled her slightly messy hair, glanced at her phone's incoming call notification, threw off the covers, got out of bed, and rushed out. She went downstairs, headed straight for the first floor, and kicked the door to the bedroom on her left with all her might.
"Open the door." The voice was filled with intense anger. "What's wrong with you at 6:15 in the morning?"
After a long while, the person inside reluctantly opened the door a crack.
"Look at this!" Meng Shen, desperate to survive, held up his iPad. "Yu Xiaowan, did you lose your mind? Or were you drunk and accidentally filled this out?"
That was the registration list for the National College Students' "Light Years" Violin Competition, and one of the entries clearly read—Jiangnan University Department of Finance, Yu Wan.
The list was released by the organizer, so there is no possibility of spoofing or pranks.
Yu Wan's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Holy crap, is someone messing with you?" Meng Shen's heart skipped a beat when he saw her cold expression.
To be honest, Yu Wan's participation in this competition was a complete stomp on the other contestants, so there was nothing to worry about. However, he also knew very well how much Yu Wan loved the violin, and just as much as how much she hated it.
Meng Shen cautiously glanced at the other person's expression and saw a hint of hostility in her eyes. He was about to speak to comfort her.
"What's wrong?" a gentle voice suddenly came from over.
Upon seeing the visitor, Meng Shen subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door and came out, showing the tablet to Tang Yue while stating his guess.
Tang Yue pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Yu Wan and asked, "Do you want to cancel?"
"It's like you can cancel it just because I say yes. This is a violin competition organized by the State Council." Yu Wan tilted her head, pressed her tongue against her cheek, and the redness in her eyes hadn't faded yet. She looked quite arrogant and eccentric.
The atmosphere was tense and ready to fight.
Meng Shen shrank into a corner, standing against the wall and pretending to be dead. The violin was Yu Wan's Achilles' heel; hadn't you seen how even Master Yue couldn't get the better of her when she was angry, let alone him, her adopted brother?
“We can cancel.” Tang Yue smiled faintly and reached out to ruffle her hair. “Let’s hack into the registration website.”
Yu Wan felt the warmth from the hand above her head, and her mood instantly lightened. She looked steadily into the man's eyes and teased, "That's illegal, boyfriend."
Tang Yue stepped forward and kissed her forehead: "So you'll pay to bail me out, right? Girlfriend."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Meng Shen gritted his teeth and said, "If you want to be affectionate, go back to your room. Starting to show off your love first thing in the morning, don't you have any sense of public decency?"
Yu Wan raised an eyebrow.
"Lower your head." She raised her chin, clearly about to cause trouble.
Tang Yue readily bent down, his beautiful eyes filled with doting tenderness, cooperating perfectly.
Then the little girl tiptoed.
The lips felt warm, but the touch was brief.
A faint fragrance still lingered at the tip of his nose, easily igniting the pent-up desire of the early morning. Tang Yue licked his thin lips, reached out and pulled her close, saying, "Miss Yu, this little bit of interest isn't enough to hire me."
Seeing him lean closer again, Yu Wan ruthlessly covered his lips with her hand. "Forget it, I can't afford to invite someone as great as you. Registering doesn't mean I'll actually participate in the competition, so let it be..."
Before she could finish the last "ba," her palm was suddenly licked, the warm touch making her blush.
Yu Wan withdrew her hand as if electrocuted, her beautiful eyes wide with shock: "You..."
"I'm hungry," Tang Yue said cryptically, his eyes deep.
"Are you crazy?!" Yu Wan was stunned for a moment, then rolled her eyes and said with slight annoyance, "Either go to the kitchen and cook for yourself, or order takeout." Saliva has a lot of bacteria!
Peace: [...] WTF, how did a straight-laced woman like the host find a boyfriend?
Meng Shen silently gave a thumbs up, thinking to himself: It's fortunate that Master Yue has a good temper; anyone else would have been slapped a hundred or eighty times by Yu Xiaowan.
To everyone's surprise, Tang Yue nodded in agreement: "You're right, self-reliance leads to abundance."
"...What are you doing?" Suddenly being lifted up horizontally, Yu Wan instinctively stretched out her arms to wrap around Tang Yue's neck.
Tang Yue carried the person up the stairs, a smile playing on his lips, and in a deep, mellow voice, he whispered three words: "Have dessert."
A tingling sensation swept through her eardrums, and Yu Wan's heart skipped a beat uncontrollably. Instantly, she understood his unspoken meaning.
downstairs.
"That's too much! Fine, I'll leave!" Meng Shen said, clutching his iPad and heading back to his room, curling up on the bed in a ball. The more he thought about it, the more upset he became. Why did that couple upstairs have to show off their love every day, while his first love was nowhere to be found?
He gritted his teeth, took a selfie, and posted it on his WeChat Moments—seeking a spouse!
This immediately stirred up a hornet's nest.
Nanfeng Hotel.
Sitting in the quiet private room, the girl opposite Meng Shen lowered her head shyly under his expressionless gaze. His lips twitched, and he turned his gaze to the middle-aged man beside him, speechless and shocked: "Old man, you actually brought me out on a blind date!"
Could it be that...
"Our family is bankrupt?" After racking his brains for a long time, he came to this astonishing conclusion. The Meng family has always advocated free love, but his old man actually wanted to arrange a business marriage, which was enough to prove that the Meng family's financial crisis had reached a very serious level, so that he had to sell his body.
The private room fell into a deathly silence in an instant.
"Cough cough cough..." Meng Zhengxiang choked and coughed violently.
Meng Shen reached out to pat his back, her eyes brimming with tears: "How much money do we need? I'll sell all the cars right now. If that's not enough, we can pawn all those limited-edition sneakers, clothes, and bags. If all else fails, you can sell me to Uncle Yu to use as collateral..."
Meng Zhengxiang was deeply moved by the first part of the sentence. Although his youngest son always seemed carefree and irresponsible, his heart was extremely sincere and kind. However, when he heard the second part, he was so angry that his chest heaved violently and he coughed even louder.
Forget it, whoever wants this troublesome child can have him.
This scene, as seen by the father and daughter opposite, appeared to be a cover-up, and the two exchanged a glance.
"Mr. Meng, I'm sorry, I just remembered I have some things to take care of at home, so I'll have to go now." After hurriedly leaving those words, the father and daughter quickly ran away, avoiding him like the plague.
Meng Shen's heart skipped a beat. He slumped back in his chair and said in a tearful voice, "Is our family really finished?"
"Shut up! Can't you just hope things are better at home?" Meng Zhengxiang couldn't take it anymore and slapped him on the back of the head: "If you hadn't been posting so much flirtatious stuff on your social media, your mom wouldn't have forced me to find you a girlfriend."
He rubbed his throbbing temples helplessly, estimating that within half a day, rumors would be circulating throughout Jiangcheng that the Meng family was about to go bankrupt, which would inevitably affect the stock price.
"That's fine then." Meng Shen wiped his face, his worries instantly vanishing, and then carefree, he picked up his chopsticks and began to savor the delicious food on the table.
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