Chapter 5 This class should be attended by him
"Mr. Meng?" the assistant reminded in a low voice.
Meng Yanchen retracted his gaze and walked towards the garage with an expressionless face.
"Let's go."
He didn't want to be harassed because of a bag, especially since he knew very well why Fan Shengmei showed up at the cocktail party that day.
As the heir to the Meng Group, restraint and forbearance are compulsory courses for him throughout his life.
Absolute rationality often enables him to make the wisest decisions.
Meng Yanchen got into the driver's seat, and the muffled sound of the car door closing echoed in the garage.
He took out his phone and clicked on the top dialog box -
The chat history with Xu Qin still stopped at the quarrel on the day of the cocktail party.
His fingertips hovered above the screen for a long time, but in the end, as usual, he was destined to be the first to bow his head.
He pressed the voice button, his voice low and restrained.
"Qinqin, I was wrong that day..."
After a pause, he added, "Go home and visit your parents. Your parents miss you very much."
The moment he pressed the send button, he caught a glimpse of the abandoned Birkin bag on the passenger seat.
Just like him, it is obviously valuable, but becomes worthless just because the owner says "no".
I clearly miss her very much, but all these years I can only use my parents as the most plausible excuse.
He reached out and threw the bag into the back seat, started the car, and slowly drove out of the garage.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the big raindrops hit the ground with crackling sounds.
Fan Shengmei hugged the gift box tightly in her arms and used her body to shield herself from the rain.
If this thing gets wet, she can't afford to pay for it.
"Can I borrow an umbrella, please?" she asked the security guard for the third time.
"Miss, all the umbrellas have been taken away."
The high heels rubbed her heels so hard that she finally couldn't hold on any longer and squatted down, looking back from time to time to see if there was any sign of Meng Yanchen.
The boss also has to work overtime.
Thinking of this, she felt a little more balanced.
But when you think about it, the money the boss earns from overtime work is his own, and he can just give away a bag worth a million dollars.
Even though I work overtime, I still struggle to make that 1,800 yuan a month.
He pouted, thinking that he deserved to be added to the class, but he was unlucky enough to be here with him today.
My phone suddenly vibrated, and a message from my mother popped up:
[Your father has finished his medicine, remember to transfer the money].
She stared at the screen with a wry smile, then glanced at the million-dollar bag in her arms.
"I also want to join this kind of class."
A pair of black thin-soled leather shoes suddenly appeared in the rain.
Fan Shengmei slowly raised her head, raindrops sliding down her eyelashes. In her blurred vision, Meng Yanchen was standing in the rain holding a black umbrella.
The face under the umbrella was angular, and behind the gold-rimmed glasses were a pair of deep and indifferent eyes.
The shoulders of his suit jacket were wet by the rain, but it did not diminish his innate noble temperament at all.
"M-Boss Meng!"
Fan Shengmei stood up hurriedly, her knees weak from squatting for too long, and she almost fell into the rain.
Meng Yanchen extended his hand to support her, his voice distant.
"What do you want to talk to me about?"
"I'm here to return the bag."
Fan Shengmei handed the orange gift box forward. Raindrops dripped onto the box from the ends of her hair, and she quickly reached out to wipe them off.
Meng Yanchen's gaze lingered on her wet cuffs for a second.
"Let's talk in the car."
The car heater was on full blast.
Meng Yanchen handed over a box of tissues. Fan Shengmei thanked him softly and lowered her head to wipe the rain off her face.
In the rearview mirror, he saw that her long eyelashes were still covered with water droplets, casting a shadow on her pale cheeks.
Ten minutes ago, when Meng Yanchen drove out of the garage, he saw her huddled at the door of the building through the rain curtain, holding the bag in her arms as if she was guarding some treasure.
The Birkin on the passenger seat that Xu Qin had casually thrown away looked so ridiculous at this moment.
He watched quietly for ten minutes, and the woman didn't seem to have any intention of leaving.
For some unknown reason, he turned the steering wheel.
Fan Shengmei tidied herself up and placed the gift box neatly on her knees.
"Mr. Meng, this is too valuable. I can't accept it."
Meng Yanchen didn't answer, but just looked ahead through the rhythm of the wipers.
"Why?"
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