Chapter 112 The First Confrontation with Ms. Fu
On the Meng family's breakfast table, bone china bowls and plates were quietly displayed.
Fu Wenying scooped the bird's nest porridge with an expressionless face, and the atmosphere was extremely serious.
Meng Yanchen sat down straight, "Dad, Mom, good morning."
Meng Huaijin put down the tablet, nodded gently, glanced at his wife, and broke the silence.
"Yanchen, are you still able to chat with the girls you met recently?"
Meng Yanchen placed the four contracts gently on the dining table. "Everyone was very nice. Maybe I was too boring, so they felt it wasn't a good fit. In the end, we all ended up collaborating."
Fu Wenying slammed the bowl heavily on the table.
She glanced at the "Minghai Group" logo on the contract and sneered.
"You really know how to make the most of things. You can even come up with four projects during a blind date."
Meng Yanchen looked normal and nodded slightly.
"Mom taught me well."
"Meng Yanchen!"
Just as Fu Wenying was about to explode, Meng Huaijin held her arm down.
"Wen Ying."
He turned to his son, "Your mother and I have discussed your relationship with Xiaofan. We are not denying her character. But now it is not just about finding a partner, but also about finding a comrade to fight alongside Guokun."
Meng Yanchen sat upright, looking directly at his parents. "You know, I don't make decisions lightly. Whether it was my initial decision to join Guokun, or every decision I make, it's the result of careful consideration."
He paused, "Mom taught her well, and she's growing up well now. It's not that I have to appease her, but we can grow together."
"Meng Yanchen!"
Fu Wenying's voice was cold. "Don't think I don't know that you are resisting me in this way. I tell you, it's useless."
Meng Yanchen's expression remained unchanged. "Mom, I'm just stating the facts."
Fu Wenying grabbed the tablet, swiped her finger, and the screen lit up—
#Prince Guokun frequently appears in [Star Road], suspected to be the capital behind the scenes#
#Good news for small and medium-sized entrepreneurs! [Xingtuli] model has attracted crazy sales, and it is hard to find a place#
#High-end "Beehive Apartment"? Exposing the internet celebrity rental schemes that exploit the middle class#
She threw the tablet in front of Meng Yanchen.
"Is this how your 'comrade' is taking advantage of you? Using Guokun's reputation to bolster her career?"
Meng Yanchen glanced down, his tone still calm.
"Objectively speaking, this project has a 6% higher return than the cultural and creative park the group invested in last year. Zhou Xun has analyzed that it can be replicated on a large scale, quickly realize capital repatriation, and solve the pain points of small and medium-sized entrepreneurs."
He pulled up Zhou Xun's data analysis chart. "The government work report mentioned 'encouraging the Xingtuli model' three times—you taught me that policy direction is the best endorsement. Although Guokun has no actual connection to it, it at least gives the public the impression that we're not complacent and are willing to explore new things."
He paused, "Mom, these reports were not made by Xiaomei. Even if it was——"
He looked directly into Fu Wenying's eyes. "Didn't you teach her to make the most of the resources around her?"
Fu Wenying's chest heaved violently, her expression tense. "What I regret most now is that I taught her too well."
Meng Huaijin sighed, stood up and patted his son's shoulder.
"Yanchen, go to the company first."
Meng Yanchen nodded, put down his napkin, stood up and bowed slightly.
"Dad, Mom, I'm leaving first."
Watching his son leave, Meng Huaijin patted Fu Wenying's hand.
"Do you dislike that girl that much?"
Fu Wenying covered her chest and remained silent.
Suddenly her phone lit up and a message popped up from Fan Shengmei.
[Auntie Fu, can we still have some tea together? ]
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[Jiangnan Tea House, elegant window seat]
Fan Shengmei arrived half an hour early.
The seat she chose was the box that Fu Wenying had brought her to for the first time.
Outside the window, an old plum tree leans against the eaves. Fu Wenying once said,
"The scenery is somewhat similar to Suzhou's Liuyuan Garden."
Today, Fan Shengmei wore a smoky gray cashmere dress with a minimalist cut, only decorated with a white jade button at the waist.
She was wearing the same pair of South Sea pearl earrings that Fu Wenying had given her.
The tea is ready, Yunnan Zijuan, Fu Wenying's favorite.
When Fu Wenying pushed the door open, Fan Shengmei immediately stood up, smiling brightly as usual.
"Aunt Fu."
Fu Wenying didn't respond, but sat down opposite her. His eyes swept over the pearl on her earlobe, and his eyes moved slightly, but quickly returned to their coldness.
Just as Fan Shengmei was about to pour tea from the pot, Fu Wenying raised her hand to block her.
"No need."
She tapped the table with her fingertips and said calmly, "Our current relationship is not suitable."
Fan Shengmei was not annoyed, she continued to pour tea into the tea cup and gently pushed it over.
"Have some tea to moisten your throat first, then you can scold me later."
Fu Wenying chuckled, "I haven't looked for you yet, but you're here first."
"I know you like me, otherwise you wouldn't have taught me so much."
Fan Shengmei sat up straight, her tone gentle, "But you don't like me being Meng Yanchen's girlfriend. So, you haven't contacted me yet, until you figured out how to talk to me."
She pushed the tablet in front of Fu Wenying and said, "But with the news last night, and since I'm your junior, I think I should take the initiative to explain to you and let you vent your anger."
Fu Wenying took a sip of the teacup, and said in a cold tone,
"You don't think the time has come, you are ready to fight."
She put down the teacup, her voice was sharp and insightful, and she pointed directly at it.
"I transferred my Xingtuli shares to Andy and opened an overseas account. Aside from the apartment that Dexian hadn't completely acquired, all other assets were handled. Even the major projects that Dexian had in his hands were completely transferred—"
Fu Wenying paused and looked at her coldly, "Fan Shengmei, are you going to join this game alone and fight to the death?"
Fan Shengmei smiled and said, "I knew I couldn't hide it from you."
Fu Wenying, "Do you think I will do anything to deal with you?"
"From what I know about you, you won't. You have your bottom line and your pride."
Fan Shengmei held the teacup tightly and looked at her calmly.
"But I can't underestimate a mother's determination to love her child. So, I have to keep a way out - you taught me that it's always better to be prepared."
Fu Wenying finally revealed a very faint smile,
"Sure enough, I taught you too well."
Amidst the curling smoke from the tea, her tone softened somewhat. "Objectively speaking, I do like you, and I trust your character."
She pointed at the tablet and said, "This isn't your doing."
Fu Wenying stroked the edge of the teacup, "But you should understand that liking someone is not enough."
After a pause, he said, "I cherish the relationship we had before. Unless it is absolutely necessary, I will not threaten you, and I don't want to insult you with money."
She looked directly at Fan Shengmei. "Of course, if you need it, you can ask. I just hope you can understand a mother's painstaking efforts to leave Yanchen. I can only say that you and the Meng family are not destined to be together."
Fan Shengmei was silent for a long time.
The plum branches outside the window trembled slightly, shaking off a thin ray of sunlight, which fell on her crossed fingertips.
She suddenly felt grateful for the character she had developed from dealing with all the mess at home.
But her trembling fingers revealed the calmness she was hiding.
"Auntie, I'm sorry."
She finally spoke, her eyes clear but firm, "I can't promise that...at least not now."
She took a deep breath and said, "We all still want to fight for it."
She leaned forward slightly, like a bargaining child,
"Or... you could give us a deadline? During this time, I will strictly abide by my duties and will not overstep the line. If I still cannot satisfy you by then, I will take the initiative to leave."
Fu Wenying stared at her in a daze for a few seconds, then finally turned her face away and shifted her gaze.
She took a deep breath and said lightly,
"I can't promise you that either."
She looked out the window. "Because I think you're just wasting your time. You're taking this too lightly."
Amidst the aroma of tea, the two of them stared at each other quietly...
Across the street outside the car window, Meng Yanchen looked towards the teahouse.
Qin Yu held the steering wheel carefully.
"Chen Mingyu said that Madam and Miss Fan have been talking for over half an hour, and it doesn't seem very pleasant... Do you want to go in?"
Meng Yanchen's eyes never left the window, his fingertips stroking the outline of the wedding ring box, his Adam's apple rolling slightly.
"Need not."
His voice was low, "She didn't tell me because she didn't want me to get involved."
He took a deep breath, "She can handle it. I'll stay with her."
There is no right or wrong in the essence of love, only differences in stances.
While Meng Yanchen was silently waiting for Fan Shengmei, Meng Huaijin was also waiting for his lover in the car turning the corner.
He looked through the car window and saw Fu Wenying walking out of the teahouse.
His straight back slumped slightly, and each step he took was slower than usual.
He pushed the door open and got out of the car, opening his arms as Fu Wenying stepped onto the steps.
Fu Wenying was stunned for a moment, then buried herself in his arms, resting her forehead lightly on his shoulder.
"Thank you for your hard work." Meng Huaijin stroked her back gently in a gentle voice.
Fu Wenying leaned on his shoulder, remained silent for a long time, and finally uttered only three words,
“What a pity.”
Meng Huaijin didn't ask any further questions, but just said "hmm" softly.
He opened the car door, helped her get in, and then spoke slowly.
“The day I agreed to Song Yan and Qin Qin, I stood alone at the gate of the courtyard.”
He looked out the car window into the distance, "I feel mixed emotions too."
Fu Wenying didn't say anything.
"At least this time..."
Meng Huaijin carefully considered his words, "This girl didn't leave us with Yanchen, but walked towards us against the wind and snow."
His tone was calm, without any praise or criticism, just stating a fact.
"The road ahead is long, let's take our time."
Fu Wenying turned her head away and looked at the street scene passing by outside the window without saying anything else.
Fan Shengmei stood in front of the window and watched Fu Wenying's car drive away.
A thin layer of snow accumulated on the old plum branches at the eaves, weighing down the branches slightly, but the bright red buds bloomed even more brilliantly, shining brightly against the snow.
She suddenly remembered what Fu Wenying once said,
"The reason why plum blossoms can bloom in the bitter cold is because they know how to nourish life with the gift of snow."
The sunlight shining through the clouds made her eyes sore.
The phone vibrated, and a message from Meng Yanchen popped up—
Xiao Yixiao is organizing a weekend snow viewing party. He cordially invites Miss Fan and your sisters on the 22nd floor.
Attached to the message is a photo of Xishan Mountain after the snow...
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