Break into his house
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The street scene outside the window gradually became familiar, and the car stopped steadily in front of a villa. The driver got out and opened the door for them.
"Wuwu, get off the car." The aunt called her softly.
Wu Jian suppressed his sadness, responded, and got out of the car with his aunt.
The two of them stood in front of the heavy door. The aunt, holding a diamond-patterned chain clutch, smiled and pushed her arm: "Wuwu, what are you daydreaming about? Open the door."
Kirimi's fingertips hovered over the button. She didn't know the password at all. After hesitating for two seconds, she said, "I'll ring the doorbell first. What if he's not wearing any clothes? It wouldn't be good if we suddenly went in."
In fact, she was struggling all the way in the car, wondering whether or not to tell Meng Yanxiu, but in the end she didn't want to contact him.
"Haha." The aunt smiled knowingly, "I understand, it's just fun."
"Auntie, you're getting the wrong idea." Wu Jianwei's ears turned red and she pressed the doorbell.
But no one opened the door even after ringing the doorbell three times.
"It seems Yanxiu is not at home." The aunt was a little tired of standing.
Wu Jianwei sighed inwardly, staring at the door lock in thought for a moment, then, without hope, entered the same string of numbers from three years ago. Unexpectedly, with a soft click, the door opened. It turned out that Meng Yanxiu had never changed the password.
The entrance light automatically lit up, and a furry white shadow rushed over like a cannonball: "Woof woof woof..."
Biscuit circled around them madly, his tail wagging into a shadow, and his wet nose kept rubbing against their ankles.
"Oh, little ancestor, I miss you so much!" The aunt bent down and picked up the happy biscuit and let it lick her hand.
Wu Jianwei happily stroked Biscuit's head, then opened the shoe cabinet and was stunned... Her pair of white slippers were still placed in the most convenient position, and Meng Yanxiu's black slippers of the same style were placed next to her.
Meng Yanxiu, why did you even keep the slippers... Her heart sank.
After calming down, she took out a pair of brand new velvet slippers and placed them on her aunt's feet. They changed their shoes and walked to the living room. The layout of the house had not changed at all.
Even the white Burgundy roses she had placed in the vase had not been replaced, and now they had dried up and become everlasting flowers.
The aunt sat down on the sofa, and suddenly seemed to remember something and held Wu Jianwei's hand tightly: "By the way, I flew to France specially to order a very beautiful wedding gift for you. Wait a little longer, the craftsman is still making it. You will definitely like it when you see it."
"Aunt, you are always like this..." Wu Jianwei's eyes welled up with tears, "You are too good to me, I will feel guilty."
"You are my chosen nephew's wife. If I don't treat you well, who else can I treat well?" The aunt patted the back of her hand, the jewel ring shining through. "In my heart, the identity of nephew's wife is too far away. I treat you as my own daughter."
Wu Jianwei leaned his forehead on his aunt's shoulder: "I know, aunt, you are the best to me among all the people in the Meng family."
"Wuwu, are you still bothered?" The aunt's voice became serious. "The rest of the Meng family likes Song Yan, but I only recognize you. Most importantly, Yan Xiu only likes you. He even cut off all ties with his mother in order to marry you."
"What?" Kirimi straightened up slightly. "When did it happen?"
"You didn't know? It was your wedding day." Pity was hidden in the fine lines around the aunt's eyes. "He held that wedding in secret. No one knew who he was marrying until you showed up. That night, he returned to the old house and told the whole family that he had to get married with you. His mother was so angry that she immediately called a lawyer to change her will, leaving all her assets to Meng Yuetong."
Kirimi sat there in a daze, not saying a word for a long time.
Seeing her pale face, her aunt realized she shouldn't say that and quickly held her cold hand. "Wuwu, this is none of your business. Yanxiu runs the company very well and he has the ability to make money. Besides, my eldest brother only has him in mind as his heir. Although he still has some concerns due to the pressure from the Song family, don't worry. I'm here for you. I'll always stand by you."
Kirimi's throat was choked with sobs, unable to utter a word. Every inch of air was squeezing her breath. Regret surged in her chest. Perhaps this reunion was a mistake.
At this time, Biscuit once again fluttered over excitedly, sometimes pulling at the hem of my aunt's clothes, and sometimes jumping onto Wu Jianwei's legs.
The aunt smiled puzzledly and said, "What's wrong with this little ancestor today? Yan Xiu often took it to live with him before, but I never saw it miss me so much."
Wu Jianwei tried to calm down, reached out and rubbed Biscuit's furry head, then stood up and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of juice and handed it to her aunt: "Biscuit... do you often follow him?"
"That's right. Biscuit is closer to Yanxiubi and me now. I don't even know whose dog it is."
The aunt picked up the juice, and before her mouth touched the cup, Biscuit suddenly jumped up, and its front paws hit the wall of the cup, and the orange-yellow liquid instantly splashed onto the scarf and clothes.
"Oh! Look at this bad cookie. It understood that I was saying bad things about it and it got angry." The aunt put down the cup, feeling both amused and helpless.
Wu Jianwei quickly took Biscuit away to prevent its white fur from getting stained yellow. She sighed helplessly, "Biscuit is becoming more and more like Meng Yanxiu..."
Then, she took out a tissue and wiped it for her aunt: "Aunt, let's go to the laundry room to deal with it."
The aunt untied the silk scarf first, then frowned at the clothes on her body. The stain was sticky and uncomfortable against her skin. "Don't bother with that, Wuwu. Find me one of your clothes to change into temporarily. I don't want this one."
"Ah? My clothes?" Wu Jianwei was first stunned by this sentence, and then by the reddish-brown scar on her aunt's neck. She wondered, is this the reason why her aunt wears a silk scarf every day?
But in just a moment, she looked away and considered the problem at hand.
She had originally thought that since Meng Yanxiu wasn't home, after her aunt finished looking at the cookies, they could leave and avoid meeting Meng Yanxiu. But now, where could she find clothes? In desperation, she said, "Aunt, wait a minute, I'll go look for them."
She walked towards the cloakroom, feeling uneasy as if she were entering a forbidden area. After taking a deep breath, she opened the door and then froze in place.
The cloakroom was spotless, bright and tidy. Most of the space was filled with her old clothes, from casual clothes for all seasons to pajamas and even underwear, every piece was there, as if she had never left.
The most eye-catching thing was the wedding dress she wore at her wedding hanging at the end.
A wave of intense sadness washed over her. Wu Jianwei quickly turned away, forcing the heat in her eyes to subdue it. She didn't dare look any further, and hurriedly took a silk shirt from the hanger and gave it to her aunt to change into.
As the sky gradually darkened, she walked into the laundry room. The screen of her cell phone flickered on and off. She hesitated whether to tell Meng Yanxiu. She always felt like a thief for breaking into his house like this.
But in the end she put her phone down.
At the same time, in an office building near the Third Ring Road, Wu Ze received a bouquet of 99 hydrangeas and showed it off happily.
"Yanxiu, it's like a mountain between a man and a woman, but it's like a layer of gauze between a woman and a man." Wu Ze placed the flowers on the coffee table, sat down opposite Meng Yanxiu, and asked maliciously, "Has Jianwei ever given you flowers?"
"You were taken down with just a bouquet of flowers?" Meng Yanxiu glanced at him coldly.
"It's rare for a girl to give you flowers, okay? Usually it's boys who give them, not girls." Wu Ze raised the corner of his mouth, "Judging from your reaction, Jianwei must have never given you one, haha."
Meng Yanxiu said calmly, "Awu once gave me a flower box with twenty kinds of roses, a vinyl record engraved with my name, scented candles with ebony rose and wormwood vetiver scents, and even designed and made a ring for me... Forget it, why am I telling you all this?"
He could count every thing Kirimi Wei had done for him, and he kept everything related to her, but she took the ring with her when she left and did not leave it to him.
"Oh..." Wu Ze glanced at his flowers, his interest suddenly fading. "Jianwei is quite romantic."
Meng Yanxiu glanced at his watch and said, "Alright, we've almost finished discussing the project. I still have something to discuss with you."
Wu Ze moved the flowers away: "About moving the company?"
"Yes." Meng Yanxiu nodded slightly. "I'll leave one layer for you. Which layer do you want?"
Wu Ze smiled and said, "Of course the higher the floor, the better the view."
"Okay, I'll give you the floor downstairs." Meng Yanxiu's fingers tapped unconsciously on his knees. "You can move in as soon as you're ready. As soon as possible so it's easier to communicate with each other."
As he was speaking, there was a knock on the door, and Wu Ze said, "Come in."
Jiang He walked in holding two personnel contracts. When she saw Meng Yanxiu, she was stunned for a moment, then placed the contract in front of Wu Ze. "Mr. Wu, I see the light in your office is on. Come over and have a signature."
"Why are you still in the company?" Wu Ze asked as he signed.
"I have to pick up my parents tonight. It's still early and I don't have anywhere else to stay, so I'll take care of some things." Jiang He took the contract and turned to Meng Yanxiu, "Hello, Mr. Meng."
"Hello." Meng Yanxiu pondered for a moment. "Jiang He, when you have time, please count the number of employees whose commuting distance has increased by more than five kilometers after the relocation. I'll pay for their commuting allowance every month."
"Really?" Jiang He's face lit up with joy. "Mr. Meng, your company's location is much better than ours now. You even offer commuting subsidies. I'm sure everyone will be happy with it."
"That's good." Meng Yanxiu nodded to Jiang He.
Wu Ze waved his hand and said, "Yan Xiu, you can't pay for this. You are an employee of my company after all, so I should pay for it."
Meng Yanxiu: "Okay, I won't argue with you, you go out."
Wu Ze looked at the bouquet again: "Jiang He, if you're not in a hurry to leave, can you help me arrange the flowers?"
"Me?" Jiang He glanced at the bouquet and suppressed his displeasure, "Okay..."
"Wu Ze." Meng Yanxiu's eyes were slightly cold and he didn't say much, but Wu Ze had obviously understood what Meng Yanxiu meant.
"Okay, okay, okay." Wu Ze changed his tone and said, "Jiang He, forget it, no need to insert it."
"It's okay, just doing it for the fun." Jiang He had already taken apart the flowers, and she had no choice but to insert some of them. She inserted some randomly and put the remaining branches aside.
"Is this the flower you arranged?" Wu Ze was shocked by the uneven and unaesthetic art.
Jiang He held the contract and shrugged: "I'm not a professional flower arranger, how could I know this?"
"You should get off work soon..." Wu Ze shook his head.
"Wait." Meng Yanxiu suddenly stood up and looked at Jiang He sharply, "You said you don't know how to arrange flowers?"
Jiang He blinked, not understanding why: "Of course not."
"Haven't you studied with Wu Jianwei? Haven't you taken flower arrangement classes together?" Meng Yanxiu's eyes darkened.
Jiang He immediately understood that Wu Jianwei must have used this excuse before, so she quickly changed her words: "I have learned it, but I just forgot. I haven't arranged flowers for a long time, so I am not good at it..."
"It's okay." Meng Yanxiu said no more and got up to leave.
He drove home, memories of three years ago flooding back into his mind. In the two months before Wu Jianwei left, he'd barely seen her; she'd always claimed to be busy. One night, he sensed she was crying and called her. Her voice choked with sobs, but she explained she'd pricked her hand with a rose thorn during a flower-arranging class with Jiang He.
At this moment, Meng Yanxiu sighed deeply: "Wu Jianwei, what on earth were you doing every night for those two months?"
There was silence around the villa. Meng Yanxiu entered the password and just pushed open the door. Biscuit excitedly pounced on him, wagging his tail, and turned to run towards the living room.
The lights in the house were on. Meng Yanxiu's heart trembled inexplicably with Bing Bing's excitement, and he walked in quickly.
There was a man sitting on the sofa, he looked at her hesitantly: "Awu?"
The aunt turned around when she heard the voice and said, "Yan Xiu, you're back so late."
"Aunt?" Meng Yanxiu laughed at himself. That's right, how could it be Wu Jianwei? Why would she come?
The aunt held the biscuits and waved to him: "I miss biscuits, so I came to see this little ancestor."
Meng Yanxiu walked towards the sofa and looked at his aunt. "Aunt, why are you wearing Awu's clothes? And how did you open the door? It couldn't have been Biscuit who opened the door for you, right?"
My aunt was about to speak...
"Auntie, you can wear your clothes now. They are still warm."
Wu Jianwei came down the stairs with freshly dried clothes and a silk scarf. Her eyes met Meng Yanxiu's and she squeezed out two words from her throat: "You...are..."
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