"Do you need any help?"
"No need, no need. Just wipe it dry and finish up. Don't get all wet later." Meng Boqun put the remaining seaweed rolls into his pocket and stuffed the empty box and water cup back into Meng Wan's hands.
"You go up first and tell your mother."
Meng Wan nodded, turned around and went upstairs to recount the events to Qin Yi.
Qin Yi didn't blame Meng Wan for taking matters into her own hands. Instead, she looked nervous and excited, thinking of doing more, but she turned around and around twice, not knowing where to start for a moment.
"Mom, you go ahead with your work. I'll go talk to Yaoyao about the room."
"Good child, go ahead." Qin Yi was no longer listening to anything else at this point. Meng Wan smiled and shook her head, then walked towards Meng Zhiyao's room.
I knocked on the door as usual, expecting no one to answer. Just as I was about to push the door open myself, the doorknob turned by itself.
Meng Wan looked down, and Meng Zhiyao's small face peeked out from the crack in the door.
"I have something to tell you, is it convenient?" The other person was only eight years old, but Meng Wan did not use a coaxing tone for a child, but communicated as if she were talking to someone her own age.
This child is the same age as the second young master of the Tang family, but their personalities are at opposite extremes.
Meng Zhiyao didn't speak, but after opening the door, he sat back down in that small corner. Meng Wan saw that he had a brand new can of paint in his hand; it seemed he had just gotten up to get some new paint and that's why he opened the door.
Even in this predicament, the Meng family still tried their best to meet the child's needs.
"I'll divide my room into two areas later. The inner area will be quieter, sunnier, and more suitable for painting. I'll be in the outer area so I won't disturb you. What do you think?"
Meng Zhiyao looked up at her, then looked down again to adjust the color she wanted.
“My room has a window with a beautiful view outside. During the day you can see birds perched on the telephone poles, in the afternoon you can see sunlight filtering through the trees and into the room, and at night you can see one or two pedestrians walking by under the dim streetlights.”
Meng Wan's voice was soft and had a magical quality that made Meng Zhiyao unconsciously stop what she was doing.
"You can't confine yourself to a small, dark corner when you're painting; you have to see the outside world. I promise you, I won't disturb you while you're painting. If you agree, just nod. If you don't agree, I'll bother you every day so you can't paint."
She's not a saint, but she doesn't take it for granted when someone is kind to her.
When Meng Zhiyao heard the last sentence, his eyes widened suddenly, filled with accusation. Seeing that he was showing the emotions of a normal child, Meng Wan chuckled and ruffled his hair.
Not bad, much cuter than that brat.
As Meng Wan was thinking, Meng Zhiyao slapped her hand away. She raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
The latter hesitated for a moment, then nodded, proving much easier to talk to than Meng Wan had imagined. That was good, as she didn't have much patience to begin with, and this saved her some trouble.
Having settled things with Meng Zhiyao, Meng Wan got up.
"Then you can continue drawing. I'll go tidy up the room and call you when I'm done."
After saying that, he ignored Meng Zhiyao and walked straight out. Meng Zhiyao, on the other hand, stared at the half-finished painting in front of her, remaining motionless for a long time.
Having settled everything, Meng Wan looked around the room, sketched out a rough framework in her mind, and then sent the drawn sketch and the necessary items to Yan Nian.
Yan Nian acted quickly; although it was said to be an hour, in reality, a group of workers carried their tools upstairs in less than half an hour.
Meng Wan had given prior notice, so Meng Boqun immediately went to open the door when he heard the knock. He initially thought it was just an ordinary worker, but he was stunned when he saw who it was, his eyes widening in disbelief.
"Ji...Ji Sheng?"
"Hello, is Ms. Tang Wan here?" The man at the head of the group was dressed in a simple white t-shirt and jeans, with a linen hat on his head, simple yet full of style.
"Ji Sheng? What brings you here?" Meng Wan came out of her room when she heard the noise, but she was also taken aback when she saw the man.
"I heard about it from Yan Nian, so I came to take a look."
Meng Wan nodded, first calling the workers inside, briefly explaining the situation before coming back out. When she came out again, she saw Meng Boqun following Ji Sheng, inspecting the entire house.
"Your old habit has flared up again?" Meng Wan didn't mince words, patting him on the back with a crisp sound that startled Meng Boqun. Seeing that Ji Sheng didn't react, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Dad, let me introduce you. This is my friend, Ji Sheng, he works in construction."
Meng Wan's introduction was casual, and Ji Sheng seemed used to it, respectfully addressing her as "Uncle."
“...doing...doing architecture...Wanwan, Mr. Ji is renowned both at home and abroad, and is hailed as a ‘genius architect’…” Meng Boqun’s lips twitched.
"Uncle knows me, you can just call me Xiao Sheng. Wanwan and I have known each other for many years, no need for formalities." Ji Sheng's enthusiasm was a bit overwhelming for Meng Boqun, who had witnessed Ji Sheng berate a nouveau riche before.
At the time, the Meng family needed to consult with the Ji Group regarding packaging design. Unfortunately, Ji Sheng was the son of the company's chairman and its only heir.
The scene, the tone of voice—the insults were so varied and distinct that they could be heard even through two office doors into the conference room.
Looking at the polite man in front of him, Meng Boqun wondered if his memory was playing tricks on him.
But Meng Boqun quickly realized he hadn't mistaken the person for someone else. The couple crouched by the door, listening to the sounds coming from inside, their eyes filled with worry.
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