Chapter 49 Marry me, I will be your best resource
About ten minutes later, the two smiled knowingly.
Yue Zheng adjusted her hair and said, "Since that's the case, let's put it this way. Sister, please don't let me down."
Fa Mingzhu sneered, "Just don't let it slip."
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After being carried all the way to the living room, Jin Yu's entire face was hot. Meng Jinyan finally put her on the sofa. She thought she could slow down, but the man grabbed her ankle without saying a word.
When his ankle was pinched by a big warm hand, a strange tingling sensation surged to his tailbone, and Jin Yu shrank back.
"You...what are you doing?"
Hearing this, the man raised his eyes, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips, "What are you doing? You don't even feel pain when you're injured, Jin Yu, are you stupid or foolish?"
Their eyes met in the air, and she pursed her lips slightly, feeling the oppression emanating from him.
"not……"
She is neither stupid nor foolish.
But she was busy dealing with Yue Zheng at the time, and her mind was distracted, so she ignored the pain from the abrasion on her ankle.
Seeing her hesitating and barely uttering a word for a long time, Meng Jinyan had no patience to wait. After the housekeeper brought the medicine box, he took the cotton swab inside and treated her wound without saying a word.
The wounds were not deep but numerous, just abrasions.
He lowered his eyelids, gently placed her legs on his legs, and then treated the wound carefully and meticulously. It was the first time Jin Yu saw him do this.
To be honest, if Meng Jinyan didn't speak.
Just based on this appearance and the gentleness and thoughtfulness he showed at this moment, it was really hard not to be moved.
At least, Jin Yu felt a slight ripple in her heart.
But the pity is that he spoke.
"You're so stupid, but you haven't been fired in the past half month. It's really a blessing in disguise."
Jin Yu: “…”
When Aunt Gui came over with the fashion designer, she happened to see the two people who were particularly affectionate on the sofa. After seeing this scene, the smile in her eyes became deeper. It seemed that the old lady was worrying too much. In her opinion, they were a very sweet couple of newlyweds.
After all, she had never seen the young master apply medicine to anyone so patiently and considerately.
Moreover, when she looked at Jin Yu, there was no rejection on her face. On the contrary, there was a slight blush of shyness on her fair face.
But she never expected that Jin Yu was just angry.
After Meng Jinyan treated the scrape on Jinyu's ankle, Aunt Gui came over and said, "Madam, the old lady asked me to bring you some clothes."
Jin Yu turned his head to look over, very surprised, "Clothes?"
"I have enough clothes to wear, no need."
When she finished speaking, Meng Jinyan was wiping his hands with a wet tissue. When he raised his eyes and glanced at the clothes in the maid's hands behind Aunt Gui, he squinted and thought for a few seconds. Then, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to give something to Jinyu, so he slowly stood up and explained.
"Then you guys try it first, I'll go get you something from the room."
Although she didn't know what he was going to give her, Jin Yu still nodded slightly, "Okay."
After watching Meng Jinyan leave, Wen Chuyue dared to jump in front of Jinyu. The little girl happily took her hand and introduced with a smile, "Ah Jin, these clothes are specially made for you by the old lady. These custom-made dresses will not be the same as others. You don't know that these ten pieces of clothing have been waiting for almost a month in the studio."
After saying this, she looked at Aunt Gui and said, "Isn't that right, Aunt Gui?"
Aunt Gui smiled and nodded, "That's right, Madam, these clothes are all from the old lady, and I hope you can accept them."
Jin Yu looked at the dresses made of fine fabrics and didn't want to receive too much kindness from the old lady. She was afraid that she would not be able to repay her when she left. She moved her lips and was about to refuse.
But Wen Chuyue saw through it at once. She shook Jinyu's arm coquettishly and said, "Ah Jin, just try it. It's all made according to your size. If you don't accept it, it will be a waste."
At this point, she couldn't help but worry, "Aunt Gui, now Jin is pregnant, her belly is changing every day, these clothes are still the sizes I measured before, will they be too small?"
Hearing this, Aunt Gui looked at Jin Yu's figure.
Then, she curled her lips and smiled, "No."
"Try it first. If it's too small, let them modify it."
After their repeated persuasion, Jin Yu finally went into the cloakroom with the clothes.
Aunt Gui’s eyes were indeed sharp. The light blue dress she was wearing did not feel tight on her because she was pregnant. On the contrary, it fit her perfectly, as if it was tailor-made for her.
But it is indeed tailor-made.
The old lady also understands her clothing preferences, which are mainly comfort and simplicity, so these dresses are all in everyday style.
It's perfect for her to wear to work.
After she changed her skirt and came out, Wen Chuyue touched her belly, her face was bitter, "You little guy, how come it's been a month and there's still no change at all."
Jinyu didn't try on the other clothes one by one.
After instructing the maid to bring the clothes upstairs, Aunt Gui took out an exquisite vintage green invitation from her pocket and gave it to Jinyu.
The moment she took it, her breathing stopped.
Not out of excitement, but out of surprise.
Because she had seen such invitations at home before.
The envelope is a retro green square envelope with simple and subtle orchid patterns all over it. The lacquer seal is circular and has a teahouse printed on it. If you look closely, it is clearly the Jinggu Teahouse. Below the teahouse are three letters: LHP.
Lin Huaping.
Her mother's name.
After learning this, her heart started beating unusually fast. She didn't know why, but she felt as if an invisible hand was pulling her forward and exploring deeper.
So, the teahouse was opened by my mother.
There is no doubt about this.
When Meng Jinyan went downstairs with the invitation, he saw Jin Yu opening the invitation given by Aunt Gui. He immediately stopped in his tracks, and in the next second, he put the invitation into his pocket without leaving any trace.
As he approached, Aunt Gui took Wen Chuyue's hand and said goodbye.
Jin Yu smiled and thanked him, "Thank you for making this trip."
Opening the folded letter paper, it was clearly written on it that the organizer was Jinggu Tea House, the inviter was also Jinggu Tea House, and the invitee was Xu Manxiang, the old lady's full name.
Seeing her staring at the letter in a daze, Meng Jinyan deliberately asked:
"What are you looking at so intently?"
Hearing this, Jin Yu came back to his senses, folded the letter paper properly, and carefully put it back into the envelope. "I mentioned the invitation letter from Jinggu Teahouse to grandma before. If she receives it and doesn't need it, she can..."
After hearing what she said, the man leaning back on the sofa smiled casually.
"Why didn't you look for me?"
Jin Yu was surprised, "Huh?"
"Ah" again, Meng Jinyan rolled his Adam's apple in a cowardly manner.
He skipped the topic and turned to talk about the letters that were destroyed last time. "The letters left by your mother were destroyed. You must be prepared that there is no possibility of repairing them. Even if there is, the content will be incomplete. You know nothing about the past of your mother and your biological father. It is difficult to find useful clues with just a few words."
Jin Yu had actually anticipated all of this, but when he actually said it, she found it hard to accept.
After lowering her eyes to hide her hurt feelings, she still thanked him sincerely. Listening to her thanks, Meng Jinyan's lips curled up with a playful smile, "Jinyu, do you really not know or are you pretending not to know?"
Jin Yu looked at him blankly, "???"
Their eyes met, and the man spoke softly with thin lips.
"You married me, and I am your best resource. You want to find the whereabouts of your biological father, but have you never thought of asking me for help? Or do you not take me seriously at all?"