Chapter 109 Making a Plan
[Meng Family]
In the study, the aroma of agarwood rose from the sandalwood tea table.
Fu Wenying sat upright on the rosewood chair, tapping the table lightly with her fingertips.
Meng Yanchen sat at the intersection of light and shadow, his back straight, his eyes behind the lenses calm and restrained.
"Yanchen, Mom will say it again, don't force me to be a bad person again." Fu Wenying's voice was still gentle but unquestionable.
Meng Yanchen's Adam's apple rolled, "Mom, Fan Shengmei and Song Yan are different."
Fu Wenying sneered and looked up at him.
"Qinqin told us the same thing at the beginning, what happened?"
Meng Yanchen was silent for a moment. "You've met Xiaomei and know her. You're just angry now. Calm down and think about what kind of person she is."
He paused, looking directly at his mother.
"She is kind and righteous. Like a weed, she strives to grow upwards, but she never strangles other plants. You know, even if she accepts a pair of earrings from you, she will repay you with three times the effort."
Fu Wenying's expression remained unchanged, her fingertips gently stroking the edge of the teacup, and she said lightly,
"I admit that she is a good girl with good moral character. However, in your marriage, Meng Yanchen, moral character is only a basic item, not a bonus."
She leaned forward slightly, her tone calm and sharp,
"Think about it, if your marital status were reported by the media, how would the public reassess Guo Kun? Share price fluctuations, shareholder skepticism, competitors exploiting the situation... Have you considered these things?"
Meng Yanchen nodded, his voice steady:
"I admit that what you said makes sense, but her growth requires time and a platform. She is already growing, and I can protect her and Guo Kun."
Fu Wenying sneered,
"How can you protect her? Even the air you breathe is called Meng!"
Meng Yanchen was silent for a moment, took out a file bag and gently placed it on the table.
"I will not use the group's resources. This is my personal account and the password is your birthday."
He raised his eyes to look at his mother, his voice calm,
"You can send Qin Yu and Chen Mingyu to keep an eye on me and monitor the flow of funds in real time."
Fu Wenying's eyes froze for a moment, then she said coldly,
"Look at yourself now, what's the difference between you and Qinqin back then?! You're simply hopeless."
She took a deep breath, turned away, and pushed a piece of information over.
"Break up immediately and go on a blind date."
Meng Yanchen glanced down, then raised his eyes and confronted his mother for a few seconds.
Fu Wenying was already prepared for his resistance, and even leaned forward slightly, ready to apply further pressure.
However, Meng Yanchen just nodded respectfully.
"Okay, I'll go."
Fu Wenying was slightly surprised and looked at Meng Yanchen with a frown.
Meng Yanchen took the document with both hands and said, "I have to be responsible to Guo Kun. The person you arrange will definitely be helpful to the group. I will contact him."
He paused, his tone calm and firm.
"Xiaomei said you taught her—"A good project must withstand scrutiny and comparison. It's not a bad thing to listen and observe more."
"Mom, she took every word you said to heart. I respect your arrangements, and please respect my final decision."
After saying that, he took out a box of black tea from his briefcase and gently placed it on the table.
"Xiaomei asked me to bring this back. She said you mentioned that you liked it at Yunqi Spa last time, so she asked Xiao Yixiao about it."
Fu Wenying looked at the pot of black tea on the table, finally turned her face away and gently wiped away her tears.
Meng Yanchen nodded slightly, turned and left.
The study door slowly closed, the gap between the doors gradually narrowed, and Meng Yanchen's eyes flashed with the scene of Fan Shengmei hugging him from behind -
"What do you think Aunt Fu will do next?"
Meng Yanchen turned around and tidied up her hair, his eyes looking distressed and depressed.
"I'm sorry, it seems like I, your domineering boyfriend, haven't solved anything for you. Instead, I've been creating problems for you."
Fan Shengmei looked up at him and chuckled,
"When did Mr. Meng become so humble? If you have time to be sad here, you might as well help me think of a solution."
She reached out and touched his face, her tone relaxed.
"This is much better than having my brother's creditors come knocking on my door. I'll just think of it as Teacher Fu preparing to review my learning achievements."
Meng Yanchen lowered his head and rested his forehead against hers, his voice hoarse.
"Fan Shengmei..."
She suddenly stood on tiptoe and hugged him, whispering in his ear,
"Meng Yanchen, we all work hard. Only those who work hard to the end have the right to give up."
Meng Yanchen chuckled softly, his tone doting and disdainful.
"How much poisonous chicken soup have you drunk?"
Fan Shengmei smiled cunningly,
"The poison is a bit strong, but it's effective. Look, are you revived with full health now?"
Meng Yanchen held her tightly in his arms and said, "Maybe I can't do it."
"Um?"
"Giving up is impossible."
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, dusk gradually deepens and the city lights light up one by one.
Fan Shengmei and Meng Yanchen held a combat meeting for nearly three hours.
A full page in the notebook lists all the possible actions Ms. Fu could take.
Meng Yanchen sat opposite her, took off his gold-rimmed glasses, pinched his eyebrows with his slender fingers, and said in a low voice,
"I never thought that one day the prediction plan for competitors would be used on my mother."
Fan Shengmei paused her pen, looked up at him, and raised the corners of her lips slightly.
"This is also what Ms. Fu taught us - know yourself and your enemy, and prepare for a rainy day."
Meng Yanchen chuckled helplessly, rubbing the edge of the mirror frame with his fingertips.
"If she knew that the students she taught were making plans to strike back at her, she would probably be so angry that she couldn't sleep."
Fan Shengmei tilted her head to look at him, with a cunning glint in her eyes.
"As an 'accomplice', you are truly a traitor."
Meng Yanchen looked at her and suddenly fell silent for a few seconds, as if he was considering his words.
"Xiaomei..."
His voice deepened slightly, "My mom might still ask me to go on a blind date."
After hearing this, Fan Shengmei tapped the tip of her pen lightly on the paper, and without hesitation, she said,
"Let's go."
Meng Yanchen raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes filled with surprise.
"Ms. Fan, did I hear you correctly? You asked your boyfriend to go on a blind date with another woman?"
Fan Shengmei closed her notebook, folded her hands and rested them on her chin, and said in a serious tone,
"I can't hurt Ms. Fu's feelings. Confronting her head-on now will only make her angrier and more disgusted with me, exacerbating the conflict. In the end, I'll be the one who suffers."
She paused.
"Instead of passively taking a beating, it's better to take the initiative."
She walked over and hugged Meng Yanchen's neck, "Besides, I believe you."
Meng Yanchen looked at her quietly, with no concealment of the admiration in his eyes.
Fan Shengmei suddenly stopped and narrowed her eyes.
"Actually, you've already figured out what to do, right? You're just watching my reaction."
Meng Yanchen chuckled, stretched out his hand and pinched her cheek, and said teasingly,
"Would you like to get jealous and make a scene?"
Fan Shengmei raised her eyebrows and pretended to think.
"Then I'll make some noise?"
Meng Yanchen chuckled, leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips, his voice low and serious,
"I have to be responsible for you, and I also have to be responsible for Guokun. Some relationships and connections cannot be severed. Even if we refuse, we must save face for each other."
He paused.
"Don't worry, I will definitely refuse what I can refuse, and I will definitely keep the appointment if I can't refuse it."
Fan Shengmei shook her head, her eyes firm.
"Don't refuse, these are all good opportunities, let's change our tactics."
Meng Yanchen looked at her suspiciously.
"Did you guess it?"
Fan Shengmei nodded,
"Of course. Port construction and medical funds are the new areas that Guokun wants to expand into. You must choose these as your starting point."
Meng Yanchen stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled.
"You learned a lot from my mother."
He reached out and clasped her wrist, caressing it gently.
"Okay, you're the commander-in-chief, you can attack wherever I tell you to."
He paused, his voice slightly lowered.
"I'm telling you because I don't want to hide anything from you, and I don't want you to know anything about me from other people."
Fan Shengmei looked at him and suddenly smiled.
"According to the clichéd drama routine—"
She tilted her head.
"When you go on a blind date, Ms. Fu will make me witness it with my own eyes, and then I'll be heartbroken, and we'll argue endlessly, and we'll play out 20 more episodes of 'We Don't Have a Mouth'."
Meng Yanchen frowned and looked at her.
"Didn't I tell you not to watch it? You're into it, aren't you? Have you been under too much pressure lately, watching too many dramas about 'rich and evil mothers-in-law'?"
Fan Shengmei blinked, looking innocent, "I'm going to complain to Ms. Fu. You called her a wicked mother-in-law behind her back."
Meng Yanchen laughed and pinched her nose.
"We haven't even entered the door yet, and you're already standing in line?"
He shook his head.
"It seems that my father and I will have to unite in this family from now on."
He stared into her sparkling eyes and was about to bend down to kiss her when his cell phone suddenly rang.
Meng Yanchen looked up and sighed helplessly.
"Who is ruining the atmosphere like this?"
He took out his cell phone and the screen showed - Zhou Xun.
After answering the phone, Zhou Xun's voice came from the receiver.
"Are you free? Come out and sit with me."
Meng Yanchen glanced at Fan Shengmei, and the corners of his lips curled slightly.
"good."
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