Chapter 116: Toy Cat
【Star Road】
Since returning from Xishan, Qu Xiaoxiao called Fan Shengmei and said that she had some family matters to deal with, so she did not appear in Star Journey for several days.
These days, Fan Shengmei and Andy are in charge here.
But because her current job is more about mediating interpersonal relationships, Fan Shengmei often stays in the star path for various reasons, allowing Andy to go back and rest.
She pressed the intercom button, "Chen Mingyu, come in."
Chen Mingyu quickly pushed the door open and walked in, standing respectfully in front of the table.
"Mr. Fan, are you looking for me?"
Fan Shengmei took out a document from the drawer and handed it to him.
"Find someone to keep an eye on this company. Look for the right time to acquire it. It's small, so let me know if you need funding."
Chen Mingyu took the document and opened it. His pupils shrank sharply and he looked up at Fan Shengmei.
"Boss Fan, this...is this Boss Qu's company?"
Fan Shengmei paused, looked up at him, and said lightly,
"What's the problem?"
At that moment, Chen Mingyu seemed to be back in Meng Yanchen's office in his dream - the same eyes, the same aura, even the invisible pressure in the air was exactly the same.
He swallowed subconsciously, and his voice lowered unconsciously.
"No, there's no problem. It's just that the cash flow in Star Journey is quite tight right now..."
Fan Shengmei interrupted him, "Just go ahead and do it. Do it as soon as possible, within the legal scope."
She emphasized again, "Don't let Mr. Qu know."
Chen Mingyu was startled, then reacted and nodded quickly.
"clear."
He turned and left with the documents, and just as he closed the door, his phone vibrated.
Qin Yu, [8:30, usual place, my girlfriend and her friends are out traveling.]
Chen Mingyu looked down at the hot document in his hand and tapped his thumb quickly on the screen.
[Mr. Meng will accompany Mr. Fan tonight? ]
Qin Yu replied immediately, "I just successfully proposed to you. I've been having a good time lately, except for the occasional forced feeding of dog food."
Chen Mingyu, [jealousy makes me unrecognizable.jpg]
Qin Yu, [Isn't Miss Fan a nice person?]
Chen Mingyu, [It's good, but he's becoming more and more like Mr. Meng 2.0.]
[I say Mr. Meng is really amazing. He raised his own wife and ended up with someone who looks just like her. I can't escape his shadow for the rest of my life.]
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Fan Shengmei finished organizing the last document, closed her computer, and her cell phone screen lit up at the right time.
Meng Yanchen, [Are you done? I'm downstairs.]
The corners of her lips unconsciously raised, and she quickly replied,
【Go downstairs immediately.】
She put on some lipstick, picked up her coat and walked quickly towards the elevator.
As soon as Fan Shengmei went out, she saw that familiar figure.
The street lights cast circles of warm yellow light in the clear air after the snow.
Meng Yanchen stood by the car waiting for her, just like he had done countless times.
A well-tailored black mid-length tweed coat and a dark gray wool scarf. He is still the same noble and calm Meng Yanchen, but with a little more warmth.
The smile on Fan Shengmei's face instantly widened, and almost subconsciously, like a bird returning to its nest, she trotted towards him.
"Meng Yanchen!"
Meng Yanchen immediately opened his arms and wrapped her in his coat.
"Are you cold?"
Fan Shengmei smiled with her face tilted up, and there seemed to be tiny stars in her eyes.
"I should be the one asking you. It's so cold, why don't you wait in the car?"
Meng Yanchen kissed the top of her head, his voice gentle,
"I'm used to it. I want to see you soon."
Fan Shengmei stood on tiptoe and kissed his slightly cold lips.
"Let's go."
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【Meng Yanchen Apartment】
Fan Shengmei stood at the door, her fingertips still hanging on the door handle.
Meng Yanchen bent down and took out a pair of brand new women's slippers made of light gray cashmere from the shoe cabinet and gently placed them at her feet.
"Welcome home."
He naturally took her coat and bag and hung them up.
Fan Shengmei changed her shoes, walked into the living room, and slowly scanned the entire space with her eyes.
The decoration here is almost the same as she imagined, even more extreme——
Typical black, white and gray, with the lights of the entire city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
There was not a single wrinkle on the dark gray fabric sofa, and next to it was a black arc floor lamp.
This place is like an expensive model room, or rather... a cage that imprisons him.
It is completely different from the Lumingyuan and 2602 he designed for them.
Her heart seemed to be slowly being gripped by an invisible hand.
It was as if he could see through time and space, and see countless Meng Yanchens trapped here, about to break apart.
Meng Yanchen sitting alone at the table eating;
Meng Yanchen stared blankly at the French window;
Meng Yanchen, crying silently under the floor lamp;
Sitting on the sofa, holding his glasses with both hands, with a glass of wine beside him...
He is always lonely, restrained and depressed, bound by countless shackles and wrapped in intense loneliness.
Fan Shengmei felt heartbroken just by looking at these lonely fragments from different time and space that were passing before her eyes.
"Drink some water."
Meng Yanchen appeared behind her at some point, holding a cup of warm water in his hand.
Fan Shengmei suddenly turned around and hugged him, her voice muffled,
"Meng Yanchen...you've worked hard."
Meng Yanchen was stunned at first, then he gently placed the cup on the table and kissed the top of her head.
"Thank you for showing up."
Fan Shengmei's gaze passed over Meng Yanchen's shoulder and fell on the black grand piano in the corner of the living room.
She looked up at Meng Yanchen, her eyes slightly widened.
"Can you play the piano?"
Meng Yanchen smiled and gently brushed away the loose hair on her forehead with his fingertips.
"Have you discovered another advantage of mine?"
Fan Shengmei pulled him to the piano, and ran her fingers over the cold keys.
"Meng Yanchen, please play the piano for me."
"You like it?"
"You don't understand."
Fan Shengmei lowered her eyelashes and spoke softly, "Perhaps for children like you who come from a good family, these skills should be compulsory courses planned by your parents."
"Since I was little, my family has always favored my brother. But when I was little, I had a dream of being a rich girl. I always imagined that I was actually a rich girl who lived among the common people. That's why my parents loved my brother more."
She laughed as she spoke, "I don't know what cartoon influenced me, but I think a rich girl must be proficient in everything from music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. What I want to learn most is the piano."
Meng Yanchen listened quietly, his eyes falling on her slightly trembling eyelashes.
"When I was in college, I saved enough money for tuition and even found a piano studio."
Her fingertips tapped the keys twice unconsciously.
"There were only a few young kids sitting there, and I felt...terrified. But even so, I still went through with it."
"And then?"
Meng Yanchen tidied up her hair, "My daughter."
She shrugged. "Later, before I even handed over the money, my mom called me. She was frantic and said my brother had his eye on a pair of limited-edition sneakers and didn't have enough money, so she asked me to transfer the money back immediately."
She took a deep breath and pretended to be relaxed. "Later, I just stopped learning. I lied to myself, saying I was old and starting too late. I thought too much, and the enthusiasm really faded. Every time I saw someone who could play the piano, I would say sourly, 'Huh? All they can do is play the piano,' but inside I was jealous. I couldn't help but take a second look, thinking they glowed when they sat on the piano bench."
Meng Yanchen held her hand and kissed her fingertips.
"I'll teach you later. I'm such a great teacher, and you're such a smart student, you're sure to learn quickly."
Fan Shengmei's eyes lit up, "The requirements don't have to be too high, as long as I can fool people!"
Meng Yanchen was amused by her, "That won't work, I have high standards."
Fan Shengmei looked at him and said, "Then play it for me first, so I can test Teacher Meng's level."
"good."
Meng Yanchen responded with a smile, adjusted his sitting posture, and gently placed his slender fingers on the black and white keys.
The song he chose was "Butterfly Waltz."
A gentle melody flowed in the living room, and he was glad that his mood was completely different when he played the piano again.
Fan Shengmei leaned against the piano and looked at him quietly.
The light came from the side, outlining his perfect profile. His eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes, and the way his fingertips danced on the black and white keys was breathtakingly elegant.
Her eyes unconsciously drifted to the slightly old stuffed cat on the small coffee table next to the sofa.
In a trance, she saw Meng Yanchen in another time and space sitting there alone, his fingers gently stroking the top of the stuffed cat's head. Outside the window were thousands of lights, but he was just silent.
In her heart, she silently bid farewell to Meng Yanchen of all time and space in the past.
Goodbye.
That Meng Yanchen who is always alone.
Meng Yanchen, who can only talk to stuffed cats.
Meng Yanchen, the man who even had to restrain his lover.
From now on, all your unknown pain, all your unspoken loneliness, all your betrayed tenderness...
I will replenish them for you one by one.
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