Chapter 366 He suspected that capital was setting a trap for him
Meng Anran put the peace locket back on her neck and said, "Just wear it like this. Maybe it will protect me from disaster someday."
"Nonsense." Qin Mu rubbed her head. "You only need jade to ward off disasters when you're in danger. I hope you'll always be safe."
Meng Anran smiled, hooked her arm around his and walked towards the room, "We need to go to bed early tonight, as we have to drive back to Beijing tomorrow!"
"I'm almost done with what I need to do when I get back."
"Let's go visit your parents and grandparents first. Calculating the dates, it's almost time for the White Dove Case trial. After the trial, there's the concert, and it's time to start preparing for Zhizhi and Mingjing's wedding. It's a packed schedule."
Listening to her mumbling a long list of arrangements in his ear, Qin Mu couldn't help but smile dotingly. When he glanced at her, the love in his eyes almost overflowed. "Are you willing to come and meet my grandparents? Is it considered a formal meeting with the parents?"
Meng Anran glanced away from him speechlessly, "It's not like we haven't met before, why are you talking nonsense?"
Qin Mu really wanted to say that the meaning was different, but he was afraid that An Xiaoran would think he was urging her to get married, so he could only keep silent.
We agreed to give her enough time to think carefully, and no matter how anxious I am, I won't put pressure on her.
But he underestimated how well An Xiaoran knew him. When he suddenly stopped talking, An Xiaoran quickly understood what he was thinking.
She hugged his arm and said with a smile: "I prepared a gift for you. I left it at home. I will give it to you when I go back tomorrow."
Qin Mu raised his eyebrows curiously, "And a gift for me?"
"Of course."
"What is it?"
"Keep it a secret for now, you'll know when the time comes."
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The next morning, everyone was ready and about to end their short vacation and return to Beijing to continue their busy lives.
In the lobby of the main building, Wu Chongxi hugged Han Yitong's arm and cried inconsolably, tears streaming down the wrinkles on his face.
"Tongtong, we've only seen each other for two days, and we have to say goodbye again. Promise me that you will come to see me more often during the holidays!"
Han Yitong pulled out a tissue and gently wiped away Mr. Wu's tears, as if coaxing a child: "I don't have work for a while, so I'll accompany you back to Beijing to live for a while. I hope you don't mind me disturbing you."
Wu Chongxi's crying stopped abruptly, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Don't mind, don't mind. Come here, I'll ask Ayan to clean up an empty room for you!"
Meng Chenghong watched his master weeping in public and secretly tugged at his second sister's clothes, "Second sister, who is that?"
"My friend, Mr. Wu's goddaughter. Go over and say hello and call her Sister Yitong." Meng Anran introduced concisely and clearly.
"Okay." Meng Chenghong obeyed her second sister's instructions and quickly walked over to greet her politely: "Hello, Sister Yitong, my name is Meng Chenghong."
The two people who were in the middle of a sentimental conversation were suddenly interrupted, and both turned their eyes to Meng Chenghong.
It seemed that Master Wu was having so much fun here that he had forgotten about his apprentice. He immediately introduced him, "By the way, Tongtong, this is my apprentice, Anran's younger brother."
"I've heard of it." Han Yitong's piercing eyes held a shrewd glint. Her expression was serious, not gentle, but her tone wasn't harsh. "To be recognized by An Ran and you, he must be very talented. I heard he's won gold medals in the youth category of calligraphy competitions several times."
Meng Chenghong scratched his head and said modestly, "I have won it a few times. I was lucky..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard Han Yitong say, "Talent alone is useless. Artistic attainments are accumulated over time. It's impossible to achieve them overnight with talent alone. Without hard work and practice, a genius will become useless."
Meng Chenghong was suddenly speechless and even looked at the other party with a bit of disbelief.
Ever since he became Wu's disciple, he has won prizes in every competition he participated in. Everyone who sees him praises him for his talent and says that there is a lot of young people to behold.
This was the first time someone had evaluated him in such harsh words.
Does this person really understand calligraphy? Have you seen his works? Why do you sarcastically call him a loser?
Meng Chenghong felt upset, but because she was his master's goddaughter and his second sister's friend, he didn't bother with her.
However, he ignored his second sister's sharp eyes.
Even though there was a distance between them, Meng Anran could still see the nameless anger in her brother's heart.
This kid really has it too easy and needs some discipline.
Now he is too arrogant to tolerate any negative comments.
Her hand was suddenly held, and she turned to look at Qin Mu beside her. He smiled at her, as if he could read her thoughts, and whispered comfortingly: "Your brother is still young."
Meng Anran was about to say that being young was no excuse for arrogance, but then she heard Qin Mu say, "Let him feel the harsh blows from society, and he'll learn to be calm."
She was stunned for a second, then burst out laughing.
When it comes to disciplining his younger brother, Qin Mu, the "future brother-in-law", is even more cruel.
"What are you talking about? You're laughing so happily, let me listen too." Liuzhi came over, holding her belly, and curiously wanted to join the group chat.
"We were discussing how to create some hardship for my brother." Meng Anran said jokingly.
Liuzhi raised her eyebrows and subconsciously glanced at Meng Chenghong, then quickly looked back at her best friend.
"Isn't this easy? Let's hold a Beijing Masters Competition in Rui Ming's name and sincerely invite everyone interested in calligraphy to participate, regardless of profession, age, or qualifications. Maybe we can bring out many talented people hidden in the world, let them understand that there are always people who are better than them, and dampen their enthusiasm."
"Do you think you're filming a martial arts drama? Can you be a genius?" Ming Jing glanced speechlessly at his wife who had become stupid for three years after pregnancy.
Liu Zhi glared at him unconvincedly, "Then what better suggestion does Mr. Ming have?"
Ming Jing thought for a moment and said, "In my opinion, if a child is disobedient, just give him a few more beatings."
Willow: ???
Meng Anran: ???
Qin Mu: ...even more cruel than me.
Seeing how happily they were chatting, Kona couldn't help but come over and listen.
After learning what the others were discussing, he adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and expressed his thoughts: "Adolescents are somewhat arrogant. Simply encouraging them isn't a good way to educate them. I think we could try provoking them, like even more arrogantly criticizing their work as inferior to yours."
A string of questions flashed through Meng Anran's mind. Why did it seem like her friends' minds were becoming more active lately? She was already having trouble keeping up!
Meng Chenghong, who was arguing with Old Wu, felt inexplicably as if several gazes were piercing his back. He slowly turned his head and saw several people gathered there, discussing something intensely.
He suspected that capital was setting a trap for him.
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