Chapter 90: Sure enough, I don’t deserve it
Fu Wenying stared at Meng Yanchen for two seconds, then elegantly picked up the teacup, a clear and observing look flashing in her eyes.
"If you can find a girl like Xiaomei, Mom will certainly be satisfied."
Meng Yanchen's eyes lit up instantly, and his fingers unconsciously clenched the napkin.
But before he could open his mouth, Fu Wenying's next words were like a bucket of cold water.
"As long as she is a good match for our family."
She put down the teacup, her voice gentle but unquestionable.
"You saw Qinqin's persistence. What was the result?"
She gently held Meng Yanchen's hand,
"Our Yanchen has always been the least worrying and a smart child. Mom believes you will make a wise choice."
Meng Yanchen looked at Fu Wenying calmly, with a faint smile on his lips, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
"Mom, Song Yan is not the son you raised. He is different."
Meng Huaijin also felt that the atmosphere was a little subtle and interrupted at the right time.
"Yanchen, Mom and Dad never expect your future partner to bring any resources or financial support. Our Meng family doesn't need it."
He glanced at his wife. "But at least she should be like your mother, intelligent, wise, and well-educated. She should be someone you can talk to when you encounter problems, and at least be a buffer for you in critical moments."
Fu Wenying nodded gently, "These... are not something that ordinary families can raise."
Meng Huaijin continued, "You also understand Guokun's internal power and structure. That position...is not so easy to sit in."
Meng Yanchen lowered his eyes, his expression as usual.
"That's what Mom and Dad said."
He slowly put down his napkin, stood up and said goodbye to the table.
"I'm going to the company now, please enjoy your meal."
Fu Wenying rubbed the rim of the teacup thoughtfully, her eyes falling on Meng Yanchen's almost untouched breakfast.
The sun shone on the remaining fried egg, and the yolk had solidified.
"Old Meng,"
She suddenly said, "Do you remember the last time Yanchen didn't finish his breakfast?"
Meng Huaijin naturally understood his wife's concerns, "Does this child have someone he likes?"
Fu Wenying looked thoughtfully in the direction her son left and said nothing more.
Qin Yu drove the car steadily in the morning rush hour traffic.
There was a bit of traffic jam today. Normally, I would have arrived at the company by this time.
He secretly looked at Meng Yanchen in the rearview mirror.
Dark face, low pressure——
Danger index, five stars.
Today, breathe lightly.
Otherwise, how about finding a reason to invite Miss Fan to have dinner with Mr. Meng?
Qin Yu was marveling at his own cleverness - Miss Fan was his new patron saint, and as long as Miss Fan was there, this golden rice bowl would be permanent.
However, one god is enough. If there is another one, the gods will fight and the mortals will suffer.
So, when the words "Mr. Fu" flashed on his mobile phone screen, Qin Yu swallowed and tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
"Mr. Meng..." he said hesitantly.
Meng Yanchen's eyes fell on the flashing cell phone, and he turned his face to the window expressionlessly.
"Hello, Mr. Fu."
Qin Yu pressed the answer button, his voice respectful and steady.
"Xiao Qin, is it convenient to talk?"
Fu Wenying's voice was gentle, but it made Qin Yu sit up straight unconsciously.
Qin Yu glanced at the rearview mirror and said, "It's convenient, you say."
"Is Yanchen very busy at work recently? I saw that he didn't get enough rest last night. Is there something bothering him?"
The sunlight filtered through the car window, casting mottled shadows on Meng Yanchen's suit. His fingers tapped lightly on his knees, as if he didn't care about the content of the call.
"Mr. Meng has been very busy recently,"
Qin Yu carefully considered his words, "Guokun's merger with Singapore is at a critical stage. He's been at the company lately and has had fewer opportunities to see Miss Xu Qin."
Half-truths are the most deceptive.
As everyone knows, Meng Yanchen has always loved his sister very much.
"Okay, then you can help me take care of him. You should remind him to balance work and rest, not stay in the company all the time, and get in touch with new people when you have the chance. If he can find a girlfriend like you, we can worry less."
Qin Yu swallowed his saliva. Here it comes. What is coming has finally come. This is the money he earned with a knife at his neck.
"Okay, Mr. Fu, don't worry. Mr. Meng always does things at his own pace. You will definitely get the good news before us."
There was a brief pause on the other end of the phone. "Okay, thank you for taking care of him."
After the call was disconnected, the air in the car seemed to become lighter.
Qin Yu breathed a sigh of relief, but heard a chuckle from the back seat.
"No wonder Chen Mingyu makes Ms. Fu more satisfied."
Qin Yu, "..."
What do you mean? Are you blaming me for not telling on you?
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Fu Wenying sat in the back seat, stroking the black screen of her phone which had just been hung up, and her eyes fell through the car window on the coffee shop across the street.
The sunlight shines through the glass, clearly reflecting Fan Shengmei's profile - she is sitting opposite a man in a suit and tie.
The man was looking at Fan Shengmei affectionately, his eyes full of unconcealable attachment.
"Mr. Fu, the person opposite is Wang Baichuan."
The front-row assistant reported in a low voice, "I started my own business before, and now I'm the marketing director of Qingyang Love Air Technology Co., Ltd. I'm from the same hometown as Ms. Fan."
Fu Wenying tapped the armrest of the chair with her fingers, as if lost in thought.
She remembered that Fan Shengmei once said that her boyfriend was an "ordinary executive."
The way the man opposite looked at Fan Shengmei, and the fact that they were from the same hometown, everything seemed to fit together - this must be her boyfriend.
She sighed and shook her head.
"It's really not worthy."
The car window reflected her furrowed brow.
It’s even more annoying to think that this man actually made such a good girl squeeze into a shared house for several years.
Yes, she almost forgot this. With the upbringing of the Meng family, how could Yan Chen let his girlfriend live in a shared house?
Fu Wenying felt that she was really old. How could she come up with such a ridiculous guess?
Fu Wenying frowned and patted the driver's seat.
"Let's drive."
In the coffee shop
Wang Baichuan grabbed Fan Shengmei's hand,
"Xiaomei, I really know I was wrong. As long as you are willing to get back together, I will immediately add your name to the property deed..."
Fan Shengmei pulled her hand back abruptly, her voice turning cold.
"Wang Baichuan, please be respectful. We can ask you to do this business, or we can ask someone else to do it."
She came here today to discuss the need to introduce an air castle system into the hotel renovation project, but she didn't expect that the representative sent by the other company was actually Wang Baichuan.
The news that Wang Baichuan had offended Meng Yanchen quickly spread in the circle through Qi Tian.
In addition, his business has not been honest over the years, and his path has long been blocked, so he can only find a company to run the market for a while.
"Xiaomei, I was wrong. I was really wrong. You know, I have liked you since high school. I really like you."
“That’s enough!”
Fan Shengmei grabbed her bag and was about to stand up. "I'll go back and look at the information. Ask your company to send someone else to liaise with me."
Wang Baichuan got anxious and grabbed her wrist.
"Xiaomei, wake up. Meng Yanchen is just playing around. How could a man like him possibly marry you?"
Fan Shengmei suddenly stopped and turned around slowly.
"What did you say? How do you know Meng Yanchen?"
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