Chapter 37 Xiaomei's Dilemma
Xu Qin stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, her wet hair dripping with water, sliding down her neck into the collar of her bathrobe.
She held the phone, hesitated for a moment, and finally dialed Xiao Yixiao's number.
The call was connected quickly.
"Qinqin?"
Xu Qin bit her lip and asked softly, "My brother...what did he say?"
Xiao Yixiao was silent for two seconds on the other end of the phone, then smiled.
"I've told him everything I need to say. Your brother is an adult, and he's always been calm and rational. He's always put the Meng family first. I believe he'll consider it."
The corners of Xu Qin's mouth rose unconsciously, and her tense shoulders finally relaxed.
"Yeah." She responded softly.
"Qinqin." Xiao Yixiao suddenly called her, his voice unusually serious.
"Um?"
Xiao Yixiao hesitated for a moment, then spoke, "Since you're engaged, live a good life with Song Yan."
He paused and said, "Find some time to get the certificate."
Xu Qin tightened her grip on the phone slightly, and after a moment of silence, she whispered,
"knew."
As soon as she hung up the phone, the bedroom door was pushed open.
Xu Qin heard the sound and turned to look at him.
"I'll get the pillows and quilt."
She looked at him, suddenly walked over, put her arms around his waist, and buried her face in his chest.
"Don't go."
Her voice was muffled, "Don't sleep in the study tonight, stay with me."
She looked up at him with soft eyes, "I want to hold you while I sleep."
Ever since the last fight over her aunt's matter, Xu Qin had never gone back with Song Yan to see them again.
Her aunt didn't want to see her, and Song Yan was caught in the middle. The two quarreled several times, had a cold war for a long time, and finally even slept in separate rooms.
This was the first time Xu Qin took the initiative to show goodwill in these days.
Song Yan was stunned for a moment, looking down at her, his Adam's apple rolling slightly.
His hand holding the pillow loosened and finally put it down.
"Why don't you blow dry your hair?"
He frowned and reached out to touch her wet hair.
"What should I do if I catch a cold?"
He took her hand, pulled her to sit in front of the dressing table, picked up the hair dryer, and gently blew her hair.
Xu Qin lowered her head, enjoying his tenderness and touch.
Xiao Yixiao was right. His brother had always put the Meng family first for so many years and would not make an unwise decision because of a woman.
She smiled, turned around, hugged Song Yan's waist, and rubbed it lazily.
Xiao Yixiao's reply put Xu Qin in a good mood tonight. She leaned lazily in Song Yan's arms, fascinated by his sharp jawline and the smell of him.
Fan Shengmei was lying on the bed, the light from her cell phone screen reflected on her smiling face.
She repeatedly clicked on the "Good night" messages sent by Meng Yanchen.
My fingertips gently stroked the screen, as if I could touch the person's gentle gaze behind the lenses through these two words.
"ah--"
She buried her face in the pillow and screamed softly, kicking her legs happily in the air twice.
She carefully placed the hairpin on the bedside, the black agate glowing faintly under the table lamp.
L's black onyx hairpin, a collaboration with a Milan designer last spring.
She remembered that when she saw it in VOGUE, she was very excited, but when she saw the price, she immediately bought it.
This is the most thoughtful gift she has received in all these years. It is not charity, nor is it perfunctory. It is a token of genuine understanding of her preferences.
More importantly, it’s authentic!
"Sister Fan!"
Qiu Yingying's knock on the door suddenly interrupted her pink bubble.
"The landlord is coming to collect the rent tomorrow, and you all have to go to work. I don't have enough money..."
Fan Shengmei sat up with a start and went to open the door.
Qiu Yingying stood at the door, counting on her fingers.
"The rent is 24,000 yuan a quarter, and the most I can afford is 16,000 yuan..."
"My share is yours."
Fan Shengmei reflexively took out her cell phone, but froze when she saw the balance - 0.00 yuan.
Her smile froze on her face.
Only then did she remember that her mother had colluded with that group of people to transfer all her money away a few days ago.
"that……"
She smiled awkwardly and said, "Today's quota is limited. Can I transfer it to you tomorrow?"
Qiu Yingying waved her hands, "It's okay! I'll cover your share. I'll let Guan Guan give it to me first!"
After saying that, he skipped over and knocked on the next door.
Fan Shengmei closed the door and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the date on her mobile phone - there were still more than twenty days before salary was paid.
She took out the piggy bank next to the bed, and the banknotes and coins fell all over the bed.
After counting three times, I found that the largest denomination was a wrinkled fifty-yuan note, totaling three hundred and seventy-two yuan and eighty cents.
She sighed and muttered to herself, "Tomorrow's rent..."
She looked up at the closet, her eyes falling on the Birkin bag she had carefully put away.
This was the first gift Meng Yanchen gave her. She carried it on her back once during the cruise party, but never had the chance to carry it on her back again.
She walked over, gently opened the wardrobe door, touched every seam on the bag, and said with a wry smile,
"If you follow someone like me, you can only hide in this dark closet. What can you do? You can't let the little girl cushion you."
She sighed heavily while holding her bag and said softly, as if to herself,
"You should be with better people, be seen by more people, and save me, a sentient being, at the same time."
She carried the bag back to the bed and placed it next to her pillow.
"Come, tonight, sleep with me for the last time."
The next day at noon, the familiar Lincoln was quietly parked under the sycamore tree opposite Fan Shengmei's company.
He loosened his tie irritably and leaned back in his seat with his eyes closed.
Today, he arrived at the company at five o'clock again, and Qin Yu also worked hard. When Meng Yanchen came out at noon, he found that Qin Yu had not even eaten lunch and fell asleep directly on the table.
What Xiao Yixiao said last night did affect him.
He was worried that Fan Shengmei didn't love him, that his parents wouldn't accept her, and that he'd give her hope only to disappoint her...
He was even more worried that if he got close to her again, he would completely lose control, just like Xiao Yixiao said.
At this moment, he finally saw that familiar figure—
Fan Shengmei walked out of the company building, holding the Birkin bag he gave her.
Meng Yanchen frowned.
Bringing out a bag at a time like this?
He adjusted his glasses and followed calmly...
(PS: New book, looking for bookshelf, looking for comments, looking for everything, haha~)
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