Under Meng Yu's feeding, Tang Ping managed to eat a large bowl of rice and two bowls of soup.
Seeing that Tang Ping had finished eating, Meng Yu clapped her hands contentedly and said, "You rest well first. I'll go wash the thermos. If you need anything, press the call button by the bedside, be good!"
Tang Ping was speechless for a moment.
Does Meng Yu see herself as a child?
Ever since the robbery on the train, Meng Yu's gaze towards him has changed; she speaks much more gently and acts with greater thoughtfulness and care.
Although the feeling was strange, Tang Ping enjoyed it for some reason.
The train was almost to Kyoto when Tang Ping had to stay in the hospital because of the robbery. Meng Yu didn't know anyone there either, so she just made do with the cot in the ward at night.
Lying in bed, Tang Ping tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
"Tang Ping, what's wrong? Is your wound uncomfortable?" Meng Yu, who was on the hospital bed with him, sensed something was wrong and quickly asked.
Tang Ping said with a wry smile, "No, I haven't showered for days, I'm starting to stink, and my wound is itchy, it's so uncomfortable."
"The doctor said I needed to wipe my body down, but I forgot. Sorry, I'll go get some hot water right away!"
Meng Yu hurriedly went to fetch hot water, and when she returned, she was about to help Tang Ping take off his clothes.
Now it was Tang Ping's turn to feel awkward. He said, "I'm so sorry."
"What's wrong? Are you shy?"
Meng Yu had never served anyone before, let alone a man. She was quite shy at first, but seeing Tang Ping like this, she became more open and generous.
After wiping Tang Ping's upper body with a hot towel, Meng Yu's face was also flushed as she moved her hands down. She hesitated for a moment.
"How about I do it myself?" Tang Ping said.
Sensing the unusual atmosphere, Meng Yu blushed even more, her mind in turmoil: "No need, just close your eyes!"
"Oh, I've closed it."
Tang Ping obediently closed his eyes.
Only then did Meng Yu dare to take off Tang Ping's hospital gown pants and gently wipe him with a hot towel, which inevitably involved some contact.
Tang Ping could clearly feel Meng Yu's jade-like hand, soft and tender. He tried hard to control himself and not let his mind wander, as it was too embarrassing. But the more he thought about it, the less he could control himself.
Suddenly, Tang Ping couldn't hold back any longer. He opened his eyes, grabbed Meng Yu's wrist, pulled her into his arms, and said directly, "Meng Yu, I like you. From the first moment I saw you, I liked you. Will you be my girlfriend?"
Faced with Tang Ping's blatant confession and fervent aura, Meng Yu was stunned for a second. Just as she was about to reply, Tang Ping kissed her directly.
For a moment, Meng Yu actually forgot to resist.
Or rather, she never even considered rebelling.
From their first meeting in Jinghai to Tang Ping's selfless act of lunging at her on the train, Meng Yu's heartstrings had long been touched by Tang Ping.
The two kissed like that until Tang Ping's hand wandered inside her clothes. Only then did Meng Yu realize what was happening, shaking her head frantically and whispering, "No, not here..."
Tang Ping was in high spirits, but upon hearing this, he released Meng Yu.
Her not refusing meant she agreed, so Tang Ping was very excited and not in a hurry.
After they parted, Meng Yu straightened her clothes and returned to her own hospital bed.
Tang Ping felt a tickle in his heart and tentatively said, "Why don't you come sleep here with me? I promise I'll just hold you and won't move around."
Meng Yu rolled her eyes at him and said, "You wish! I don't believe you. Just go to sleep. You can be discharged tomorrow."
That night, Tang Ping slept soundly. Although they were some distance apart, at least his relationship with Meng Yu was now established.
The next morning, after completing the discharge procedures, the two embarked on their journey to Kyoto once again.
This time, we won't be taking the train, but a car.
Upon arrival, Meng Yu went to report first, leaving Tang Ping to wait outside.
Tang Ping waited until almost lunchtime, but Meng Yu still hadn't come out. He couldn't wait any longer and, taking advantage of the crowds after get off work, went straight inside.
Soon, Meng Yu was seen sitting with several people in the office, talking about something. When she saw Tang Ping come in, she wasn't angry. Instead, she took the initiative to introduce him: "This is Tang Ping, the one I was talking about. Tang Ping, these are all my colleagues: Zhao Qian from the news department, Zhou Peng from the publicity department, and Xiao Zhang is the photographer."
"Hello."
Tang Ping took the initiative to reach out and greet them one by one.
The other two were alright, but Zhao Qian was very bold. She stared straight at Tang Ping and said with a smile, "So that's why Meng Yu has been unwilling to come back to work. It turns out she found a lover in Jinghai. Such a young, handsome, and rich young talent, I would have quit long ago if it were me."
"Sister Qian, please stop teasing me," Meng Yu said, her face flushed.
Tang Ping, being the outgoing type, laughed and said, "I'm just doing a small business, not exactly rich, but I am young and handsome. On this point, we are of the same mind."
"Wow, young man, you've got a thick skin."
Zhao Qian chuckled and said, "Hehe, Meng Yu, your boyfriend is quite amusing. By the way, we were just discussing advertising your soap factory. The price isn't a problem, the key issue now is the availability. Are you willing to wait in line?"
"How long will the wait be?" Tang Ping asked.
Zhao Qian said, "That's hard to say. When you can get into the advertising slot depends on your connections. If your connections aren't strong enough, you might not even be able to get in until next year. How about this, I'll invite Young Master Bai out for drinks tonight. If he's in a good mood, your advertising deal will be sorted out."
"OK."
That's just how society is; if you want to ask someone for a favor, social obligations are unavoidable.
Moreover, such a large platform cannot be secured simply by having money; many people would rather bribe their way in than have the opportunity to do so.
It was lunchtime, so Meng Yu took Tang Ping to the government canteen.
"I had a meeting that lasted more than two hours as soon as I got back, and then I went to ask Sister Qian about the advertising. I didn't even have time to call you. Tang Ping, you're not angry, are you?" Meng Yu said.
Tang Ping laughed and said, "No, I'm not that stingy. You still have work this afternoon, right? I'll go for a walk around the neighborhood by myself, and then I'll pick you up after you finish get off work."
"Is this your first time in Kyoto? Do you know the way?" Meng Yu asked worriedly.
Tang Ping laughed and said, "If you don't know me, just ask. Are you afraid I'll lose it?"
"Ugh, then don't wander too far."
"Know."
After finishing their meal, Meng Yu went to work, while Tang Ping went to Zhongguancun, the most famous place in Kyoto, all by himself.
He had been wanting to come and see for himself for a long time.
Zhongguancun is a blessed place where many big shots will rise to prominence in the future.
Looking at the crowds coming and going on the street and the high-rise buildings that are already taking shape, Tang Ping couldn't help but sigh that with the country's reform and opening up, the economy is taking off everywhere.
Standing at the forefront of the times, even pigs can fly, let alone ourselves.
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