Gu Changlin was also filled with regret when he heard her say this. He and Ding Yunwen were close friends. Naturally, he knew Zhong Mingwei's past experiences very well, so he knew more clearly what Mei Ya said about Zhong Mingwei's experiences. In fact, it was less than one in ten. How many ups and downs did a prince have to go through, how many open and secret arrows did he have to avoid, and how vicious and ruthless did he have to be before he could rule the world? Obviously. Zhong Mingwei didn't have that fate, even though he had endured so much suffering.
"Fortunately, you came to Ningguta. All the suffering and pain he has endured over the years are worth it." Gu Changlin looked at Mei Ya with a smile.
Mei Ya didn't say anything, just shook her head bitterly.
If possible, she really hoped that she would never have any contact with Zhong Mingwei in this life. Zhong Mingwei was not the one who had suffered so much and finally became a paraplegic who almost died. He would never have the opportunity to need a disfigured ugly girl like her to pity and take care of him. How she hoped that Zhong Mingwei could have a different life and live a smooth life.
Really. If that were possible, she would be willing to give up her current happiness. Even if she had to work as a maid in the laundry department for the rest of her life, as long as Zhong Mingwei could live a good life, what would she not be satisfied with?
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When Mei Ya was carrying a basket of grapes back, she saw Zhong Mingwei and Kong Wenjie just finished playing a game of chess. Kong Wenjie only knew how to play chess, not go. The chess pieces and chessboard were bought by Pang Yi two days ago. At that time, Mei Ya casually said that she would buy another set of go. Zhong Mingwei's face was not very good at that time. Pang Yi did not dare to say anything more. He hurried out immediately. As a result, he bought this set of chess when he came back. Mei Ya did not remember why Zhong Mingwei's face was not good until the middle of the night.
"How come you are so petty?" Mei Ya turned around and looked at Zhong Mingwei's sleeping face. She gently stroked his cheek and leaned over to kiss him. "I don't care. But you, a man in his thirties, how can you have so many things on your mind all day long?"
Yes, Meiya really didn't care at all. Although that night, when she saw the black and white pieces in front of Zhong Mingwei and Xiao An, she wanted to throw them all down the mountain, but since the two of them reconciled, Meiya had forgotten about it. She was of such a personality that if she was willing to remember something, she would remember it for the rest of her life, but if she didn't want to remember something, she would never remember it again in the future. Therefore, even though she worked so hard as a slave in the laundry department in the past, she could always remember the kindness of Nanny Xiang and Eunuch Xie, but she seldom thought of the hard work she had endured over the years.
In fact, she really hoped that Zhong Mingwei could be like her, forgetting the past suffering and torment and only remembering the laughter and joy.
However, it should be difficult.
Mei Ya's fingertips gently rubbed the man's tightly furrowed brows. She watched the man let out a long sigh of relief, then he stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms. She quickly shrank into the man's arms obediently, not moving at all, just staring at the man's gloomy chin without blinking, and then kissed him gently: "Zhong Mingwei, I really like you."
Yes, she really liked Zhong Mingwei, more than Aunt Xiang, Eunuch Xie, Grandma Chen and Mr. Gu combined...
No, this comparison is a bit inappropriate, but Meiya really can't think of anything to compare it with, because there is really nothing that can compare with Zhong Mingwei.
Her Zhong Mingwei is really very good.
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"How many games have you played?" Mei Ya put the basket of grapes on the table and asked the two with a smile.
While Kong Wenjie was collecting the chess pieces, he said to Meiya with a droopy head, "Madam, I played seven games with you."
"What? Seven plates?" Mei Ya was speechless. She pointed at the grapes on the table and looked at Kong Wenjie in astonishment. "I just went to the front yard to pick some grapes. In such a short time, you have already put down seven plates?"
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