"Meng Beiyan, you have to tell me, what's really going on between you and Ying Qian?" Li Qinqin sat in the passenger seat, looking in the mirror. "Is it really like your mother said, that she seduced you and is relentlessly pursuing you?"
Meng Beiyan glanced at the rearview mirror, a smile seemingly playing on his lips, but his tone was extremely indifferent as he said, "No, it was me who kept pestering her."
"..." Li Qinqin was speechless. She had probably calmed down and was able to sort out the relationship between the brother and sister.
After a long pause, he spoke again: "Meng Xuhe seems to be in a bad mood lately. Why don't you go and comfort him? I think your comfort will be more effective than mine, an outsider."
Meng Beiyan seemed to have heard a huge joke and chuckled a few times. "She doesn't think that way. Although she is my sister, we are not close. Or rather, she is a little afraid of me."
"Why? You never mentioned it when you were in high school."
Do you know who took care of me in high school?
Li Qinqin shook her head. "That always fashionable woman? Isn't she your mother?"
"No, it's Ying Qian's mother."
"..." Li Qinqin seemed to realize something and shut up. No wonder there were rumors that Meng Beiyan was an illegitimate child back then.
So, it seems that Meng Beiyan's lack of closeness with his family members can also be explained.
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"My brother has been here, hasn't he?"
"How did you find out?" The hand with distinct knuckles slowly opened the lunchbox, placed a few plates of home-style dishes on it, and then went to unpack the disposable chopsticks.
Ying Qian yawned, covered her face with her hand, and said, "This dish is obviously made by him; you probably couldn't make it."
“Indeed.” Chen Wenzhi found it hard not to acknowledge Meng Beiyan’s excellence in culinary arts.
Meng Beiyan is a first-rate cook; the dishes he makes are truly delicious and visually appealing, comparable to those of a restaurant owner. He learned these skills little by little over the years.
Ying Qian picked up her lunchbox and started shoveling rice into her mouth with her chopsticks.
"Do you want to go out in a couple of days?" he suddenly asked.
"..." Ying Qian said, "Look me in the eyes, do you think I can go out and play?"
Chen Wenzhi smiled, his gaze sweeping over her dangling leg, and he rubbed his forehead, saying, "Your mind's been a mess lately, and the questions you ask are weird..."
"You know that too?" Ying Qian's slightly pale face was filled with a big smile. In the afterglow, she affectionately tapped his forehead with her fingertips. "But being blank-minded is cute, it looks silly, then you won't be popular."
Chen Wenzhi grasped her hand in return and asked seriously, "Whether I fight for you or not, it's all the same. I belong only to you, don't I?"
There was always an inexplicable air of seriousness and earnestness about him, which only made his silliness stand out even more.
Ying Qian couldn't help but giggle, "Yes, yes, you belong only to me! Chen Wenzhi belongs only to me~"
"Hmm." His brows relaxed, and his seriousness vanished.
Two souls were secretly drawn together; fate brought them together.
After dinner, Chen Wenzhi was washing the dishes at the sink.
A young boy who looked quite young was also washing dishes nearby.
Her bright, piercing eyes stared at him.
After a while, Chen Wenzhi finished washing the dishes and was about to leave.
The little brother finally spoke up, asking, "Brother, are you helping your wife wash the dishes?"
"?" Chen Wenzhi turned around, his expression slightly surprised, but his smile was gentle. He said, "Yes."
"Then my brother must be a good man," the little brother muttered to himself.
Chen Wenzhi stopped and asked with interest, "Why do you say that?"
"Because Dad said that men who help women wash the dishes are good men," the little boy said proudly, puffing out his chest. "I help Mom wash the dishes, so I'm a good man too!"
With a smile as bright as a summer flower, Chen Wenzhi nodded in agreement.
“Your father is right.”
After saying that, he shook the water off his hands and walked back to the ward.
"You saw a beautiful woman while washing the dishes?" Ying Qian was eating grapes when she looked at Chen Wenzhi's wide-open mouth in surprise. "So happy?"
"Yeah, right." Chen Wenzhi sat down on the bed and helped her clean up the trash.
It was already dark by then.
The UV lamps are much gentler now.
"A younger guy just asked me if I was helping my wife wash the dishes." He said, head down, as he packed up his things.
Unable to see his expression clearly, Ying Qian pouted, "You think so?"
"Um."
"And then?" Ying Qian picked up another grape and stared at Chen Wenzhi, who was busy tidying up.
Perhaps tidying up is just a cover-up...
He said, "Then he said I was a good man."
"Haha, so you're that happy?" Ying Qian frowned, complaining that he was too stupid. "Don't you think he made you sound old?"
Chen Wenzhi turned his head to look at her smiling eyes, "Being a little older is good."
Ying Qian looked puzzled: "Why?"
“It’s a good thing to grow up quickly,” he said. “When I was little, I wanted to grow up quickly. Except for a little regret when I was in junior high school, I still want to grow up quickly.”
Ying Qian shook her head, her mouth stuffed full of grapes, and stammered, "When I was little, I wanted to grow up quickly, but now I don't want to grow up at all. I wish I could stay in my childhood forever."
"Oh no!" Chen Wenzhi interrupted anxiously.
"Why? My childhood was definitely better!"
For the first time, he was so impulsive and somewhat angry: "Have you ever thought that if you had stayed in your childhood, we would never have met?"
He's just like a quarrelsome little child.
Ying Qian laughed at him for being silly, and couldn't help but ruffle his hair with her hand. Then she deliberately exposed his hairline and teased him that it was a bit high.
There were still some water stains on the lenses.
He didn't care about her meaningless actions, and when she complained, he would just say "oh" in a wronged tone.
Ying Qian took off his glasses and suddenly said seriously, "Two people who are destined to meet can meet anywhere."
"Just like you and me."
“We’re not exactly destined to be together.” Chen Wenzhi took her hand and placed it on his cheek. Her hand was warm, while his cheek was cold. The alternation of hot and cold was like a cold person being with a hot person.
“We met because we were evenly matched,” he calmly analyzed. “If your grades weren’t good, you wouldn’t be in the same exam room as me. There would be thousands of people whose bags you took by mistake, not me.”
"You just happen to have pretty good grades, while I just happen to be one of those millions of people."
Ying Qian smiled warmly and generously agreed with his analysis: "That's right, so we are destined to be together. You are one in a million, no matter where we are."
Finally, they concluded:
No matter how many people you meet in this life, they will all be together, becoming one in a million for each other.
There was a moon that night, a very bright moon, but she couldn't see it. But he could see it, and that was enough.
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