Chapter 58: Heart-to-heart talk in the car
Meng Yanchen tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel.
He knew that Fan Shengmei cared - what happened just now was like a thorn, silently piercing her heart.
But he was not surprised.
Because the thorn was not the one that just pierced her heart, but a hidden mine called "equal status" that had been buried in her heart when they were together.
This is a fact that neither of them can avoid.
Meng Yancheng didn't interrupt her, but just listened quietly as she spoke up for Qu Xiaoxiao.
"Xiao Qu is actually a very nice person. Yes, she is a little willful sometimes, and her mouth can be a bit annoying, but she is always the first to rush forward when her friends need help."
Fan Shengmei counted on her fingers, "Last time, that weird ex-boyfriend of Xiao Qiu humiliated her, and before I could react, Xiao Qu's high heels had already hit that man. And the time before, I..."
She paused, unable to explain that she was being besieged by her family for money, so she carefully considered her words and changed them to:
"When I was in trouble, it was Xiao Qu who stood up for me, rolled up her sleeves and started fighting."
Meng Yanchen noticed her emotional fluctuations and tightened his grip on her hand. After she finished speaking,
"Xiao Qu really likes Dr. Zhao. In order to have common topics with him, he memorized idioms and read historical allusions all night long..."
"Just because I used an idiom incorrectly, what's Dr. Zhao's attitude?"
Fan Shengmei's cheeks flushed with anger. "He simply thinks Xiaoqu isn't good enough for a cultured man like him! Why is our Xiaoqu not good enough? She's beautiful, cheerful, and daring in her career. She's also flexible for love..."
Meng Yanchen turned his head to look at her.
The warm yellow street lights shone through the car window, casting fine shadows under her eyelashes.
She was chattering away in her friend's defense, completely unaware that—
At this moment, she is also protecting her shortcomings.
Even if this friend had accidentally hurt her self-esteem, she only remembered the good things about him.
More importantly, Meng Yanchen heard something deeper from her anger—
The fear of being worthy.
The sound stopped abruptly.
Fan Shengmei seemed to suddenly realize her own misconduct.
"Sorry, did I talk too much..."
Meng Yanchen chuckled, "It's a blessing to be your friend."
He reached out and smoothed her frown.
"It's also very beautiful to see you bursting with fighting power when you protect your shortcomings."
"I'm not protecting my shortcomings!"
Fan Shengmei subconsciously retorted, "It's true that Xiaoqu is really good..."
Meng Yanchen did not comment on Qu Xiaoxiao or Zhao Qiping.
He went straight to the point—
"Don't worry, we won't have such problems."
Fan Shengmei was stunned.
The light and shadow of the street lamp flowed on his glasses, and his voice was as steady as usual.
"You just asked whether we are the same kind of people. There is no standard answer to this question itself."
He deliberately avoided the sensitive word "family background".
"From our growing environment, educational experience, and work environment, we are indeed different. But our attitude towards love——"
"For example, cherishing each other's sincerity, recognizing each other's efforts, and not taking all the kindness received for granted. Of course, you have more advantages than me in that you can overlook all of his previous shortcomings because of his goodness. I can't do that. I'm narrow-minded."
Fan Shengmei was successfully amused by him.
Meng Yanchen looked into her eyes and continued, "If two people want to truly move forward together, they must find the right gear to make both worlds work together. This is the most crucial thing."
Fan Shengmei's breathing was slightly stagnant.
"I know what you're worried about."
Meng Yanchen stared straight ahead at the night, his honesty bordering on cruelty.
“It’s probably harder for us to actually come together than any project I’ve ever worked on.”
"But I don't need you to give up your ideals, change your personality, or deliberately cater to anyone."
The night breeze blew her hair, and he gently tucked it behind her ear. "Of course, this change doesn't include becoming more trusting of me and relying on me. This is the basic clause we must reach."
"Maybe, I can't promise to abandon my parents, give up my career, or..."
He tried hard to recall the lines from the skit he had recently been cramming.
"Becoming an enemy of the whole world?"
"Guokun is my responsibility, just like the friends on the 22nd floor are your concern."
Meng Yanchen lifted her hand and kissed the base of her ring finger gently.
"But all coordination, compromise, and changes...are my responsibility. Moving the project forward may be challenging, and the process may not be as smooth as expected. However, I respect the spirit of the contract, and I hope you do the same."
He kissed Fan Shengmei gently and chuckled,
"That day, you already stamped my agreement in the office. Please don't change partners at will, girlfriend, and stay with me until the end."
The carriage was so quiet that we could hear each other's breathing.
Fan Shengmei's eyes suddenly turned red.
She stared blankly at the man in a suit in front of her, at his serious eyes behind his glasses, at his slightly pursed lips.
If her previous relationship with Meng Yanchen was a dream that seemed too beautiful to be true, then at this moment, she truly felt it—
He is really thinking seriously about their future and taking this relationship seriously.
"Meng Yanchen..."
Her voice trembled a little, and she nestled into his arms.
"You seem...really like me."
Meng Yanchen chuckled and rubbed his chin against the top of her head.
"Maybe, more than you think."
He suddenly remembered something and said in a dangerous tone,
"By the way, you always thought we started dating that day in the office..."
He pinched the back of her neck, slightly distanced herself from him, and narrowed his eyes.
"So that means, when you kissed me, in your mind, I wasn't your boyfriend yet?"
Fan Shengmei froze for a moment.
"How dare you take the initiative like this even though he's not your boyfriend?"
Meng Yanchen's voice was full of smiles and seriousness.
"Looks like I have to keep a closer eye on it from now on."
"Meng Yanchen! Why are you so vindictive?!"
Meng Yanchen tightened his embrace, locking her tightly in his arms, with a satisfied smile in his voice.
"I just said, I'm narrow-minded."
The moonlight tonight is beautiful, the wind is gentle, and the faint aroma of wine permeates and ferments in the carriage.
Meng Yanchen gently rubbed the top of her head and said something inexplicably,
"The car film is new."
"Um?"
Fan Shengmei looked at him in confusion.
"It's a skit. If we don't do something at this moment, it'll just waste the atmosphere."
As he said this, before the person opposite him could react, he took off his glasses with one hand and directly pulled her over from the passenger seat.
His kiss fell, forcefully and without mercy.
The tip of his tongue flexibly pried open her teeth and swept across every inch of her mouth like conquering a city.
Fan Shengmei felt weak all over after being kissed by him, and she hugged his neck and responded passionately.
Meng Yanchen's hand slid from the back of her neck to her waist, caressing the curve of her waist through the thin fabric.
His palms were burning hot, and the heat burned her skin through the fabric.
Fan Shengmei couldn't help but tremble slightly, and he pressed her harder.
The temperature in the car continued to rise, and the breathing sounds intertwined, so ambiguous that it made people blush.
Fan Shengmei felt dizzy from his kiss. In a trance, she heard his low, hoarse breathing and felt the violent rise and fall of his chest.
His lips slid from the corner of her mouth to her earlobe, bit it lightly, and his voice was extremely hoarse -
"Fan Shengmei..."
When he called her full name, it always carried a hint of danger.
Fan Shengmei felt the changes in his body, was stunned at first, and then couldn't help laughing out loud.
"Still laughing..."
Meng Yanchen glared at her with gritted teeth, his voice extremely hoarse.
"If you laugh again, you won't be able to go home tonight."
"Then I'll sit back down."
Fan Shengmei wanted to get up from him, but he held her down.
"Don't move."
There was a suppressed breath in his voice.
"Just lie there..."
He placed his palm on her back and stroked it gently, as if he was soothing a kitten.
"Let me take a moment..."
Fan Shengmei tried to suppress her laughter, lying on his chest like a well-behaved cat, listening to his pounding heartbeat.
"Mr. Meng, your self-control...is not very good."
Meng Yanchen closed his eyes, his Adam's apple rolling.
"Well, it's not very good."
His voice was low and hoarse, with a helpless smile.
"If you continue like this, you'll kill me."
His palm was still on her waist, his fingertips caressing it unconsciously.
"We need to speed up the process..."
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