Chapter 83 Home Inspection
Meng Yanchen leaned against the side of the car, quietly waiting for Fan Shengmei to come downstairs.
"Meng Yanchen!"
Maybe Fan Shengmei herself didn't realize that every time she saw Meng Yanchen, her eyes would instantly light up, and then she would fly towards him like a bird that couldn't wait to take off, and then chirp non-stop.
Meng Yanchen really loves this moment.
Even many years later, every meeting still makes him full of anticipation. He always stands by the car in advance, quietly waiting for the bird that belongs only to him.
"Meng Yanchen, I was so happy last night that I almost couldn't sleep! I was thinking that I could go see a house today, a house that would truly belong to me!"
Meng Yanchen was bumped into by her and immediately pinched her palm. Fortunately, it was not cold.
Fan Shengmei raised her face, her eyes bright and amazing.
"I've even thought of how to decorate it! But there are only two rooms. If I use one as a study, what will happen to my clothes and bags in the room? Or, should I split it half and half?"
Meng Yanchen looked at her beaming face, his eyes full of doting.
"Speak slower."
Fan Shengmei couldn't stop talking. "You know what? When the property ownership certificate comes out, it will be my name on it! My name alone! This is my first house in my life."
She gestured, "The living room should have a whole wall of bookcases, and the balcony should be planted with mint and rosemary..."
Meng Yanchen took out the thermos from the car and unscrewed it.
"Drink something first. You must not have eaten anything so early in the morning, right?"
Fan Shengmei took the thermos cup, drank two mouthfuls, and suddenly opened her eyes wide as if she had thought of something.
"By the way, the house the company arranged for us this time is really weird. Not only is it closer to the office, but the housing prices in that neighborhood are ridiculous!"
She kept saying, "Meng Yanchen, do you know the average price of that area? Over 80,000. I checked, and even our regional general manager doesn't get that kind of treatment..."
Meng Yanchen chuckled and calmly opened the back door.
"Get in the car, let's go take a look."
Fan Shengmei was about to get into the car when she suddenly discovered that the person in the driver's seat was not Qin Yu as usual, but a strange face.
She looked at Meng Yanchen in confusion.
"This is Chen Mingyu, my former assistant," Meng Yanchen introduced.
The man in the front row nodded politely.
"Hello, Miss Fan."
"Hello!"
Fan Shengmei smiled and nodded, then whispered to Meng Yanchen's ear,
"Where's Qin Yu? Did you fire him?"
Meng Yanchen held up his face and looked at her quietly, deliberately trying to scare her.
"Well, he was a snitch, so I fired him."
Chen Mingyu in the front row had his hands shaking on the steering wheel and almost stepped on the accelerator by mistake.
Fan Shengmei widened her eyes in surprise.
"Don't you pay him? How dare he tell tales about you?"
She shook her head, a little regretful, "Alas, because of my careless mouth, my golden rice bowl is gone."
Chen Mingyu, who was sitting in the front row, was already sweating profusely.
I have been honest and please let me go.
Fan Shengmei suddenly remembered something and took out her cell phone.
"By the way, let me see the specific address..."
Meng Yanchen gently pressed her hand and said, "No need. I know the community you are talking about."
He looked up and said to Chen Mingyu, "Let's go to Luming Garden."
The moment Fan Shengmei opened the door, she was stunned.
The spacious 160-square-meter space unfolds in the morning light, with the entire city skyline visible outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The off-white cloud sofa forms a gentle contrast with the walnut-colored bookcase, and even the light blue of the curtains is the "mist blue" she once casually mentioned in a magazine.
Her eyes wandered from the smart home system in the entrance hall, to the built-in coffee machine in the kitchen, to the walk-in closet in the master bedroom that she had always dreamed of - every detail precisely met her preferences.
Fan Shengmei quickly calculated the market value of the house in her mind. According to the location and decoration standards, it would start at at least 20 million.
She turned around suddenly -
Meng Yanchen was leaning on the balcony, his whole body shrouded in the early morning sunshine. His eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were focused and gentle, his shallow dimples filled with the morning light, and he was concentrating on admiring her surprised look.
"Meng Yanchen..."
Fan Shengmei walked towards him step by step, her voice a little tense,
"You know what? If something or someone perfectly matches all of another person's preferences, it's definitely not a coincidence. It's intentional and has been planned for a long time."
Meng Yanchen chuckled and suddenly reached out to pull her into his arms.
His body heat could be felt through his shirt. "There's a flaw in that theory. You are one hundred percent my favorite, but it wasn't something I had planned long ago. It was fate."
Fan Shengmei looked up at him and asked, "So it's you, right? This isn't the company's house at all."
"Do you like it?"
Meng Yanchen kissed her forehead and asked, "Is it big enough for your clothes and bag?"
Fan Shengmei suddenly felt her nose sore and her vision blurred.
Meng Yanchen handed her a file bag——
Keys, property certificates, gift contracts, notarized documents, everything is available.
"You have to go in person to transfer the ownership,"
His voice was incredibly gentle. "The property deed will be in your name, your name alone."
A distant scene suddenly flashed back into my mind.
Fan Shengmei recalled the scene with Wang Baichuan in the sales office before——
The moment when she was willing to repay the loan together but was still refused to add her name to the contract.
And now, someone brought the property certificate with her name on it, along with the entire starry sky, to her.
Tears finally burst out.
"Why are you crying?"
Meng Yanchen panicked and rubbed her wet cheek with his knuckles.
"Did you get scared? Sorry, I just wanted to give you a surprise... I wanted to bring you to see it a long time ago, but..."
Fan Shengmei buried her face in his chest and shook her head.
"No...I really like it. I'm very happy."
She suddenly remembered something and looked up.
"What about the house my company gave me?"
“…”
The air froze for two seconds.
Meng Yanchen was stunned. That familiar feeling that this money-grubber in his family was about to ruin the atmosphere came back.
Like... that bucket of ice water.
"You won't give it back to me, will you?"
Fan Shengmei's tears hadn't dried yet, but her eyes were already sharp. "That apartment is worth over three million, no matter what! In two years, I can sell it and get a down payment on a larger apartment. How could you be so stupid? Surprises are not as important as real money."
"The couple are trying every possible way to bring money home,"
The more she spoke, the more heartbroken she became. "How could you be like that? Giving the company a house saved the company millions, and all my overtime plans were wasted!"
Meng Yanchen was stunned, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.
"What did you say?"
Fan Shengmei then realized that she had said something wrong, her ears instantly turned red, and her eyes began to wander.
"I, I mean...that curtain is pretty..."
"Say it again, I want to hear it."
Meng Yanchen held her waist, his eyes dark behind his glasses, his lips almost touching hers.
"You said 'they're a couple'..."
"Stop talking!"
Fan Shengmei tried to cover his mouth in embarrassment, but he took the opportunity to kiss the palm of her hand. When his tongue swept across the lines on her palm, Fan Shengmei's legs became so weak that she could hardly stand.
Meng Yanchen's lips slid from her palm and kissed the inside of her wrist with a burning temperature.
"Meng Yanchen..."
Her voice trembled, and he pushed her against the French window.
Fan Shengmei could feel the muscles in his arms tensed to the extreme as he leaned against the glass, with veins bulging on the back of his hands.
This sense of restrained violence made her heart beat irregularly.
He was like a dying traveler in the desert who finally found an oasis, greedily absorbing her breath.
"Xiaomei..."
He murmured her name between breaths, and his hot palms caressed her waist through the fabric of her clothes.
Fan Shengmei could clearly feel the changes in his body. Just when she thought she was about to lose control, Meng Yanchen suddenly pressed his forehead against the glass.
The cold touch made him gasp heavily.
"Xiaomei, I want you to meet my family,"
His voice was almost pleading, "Officially...as my fiancée."
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