Chapter 4 004 Rich people really know how to enjoy life!
Back in the bedroom, Meng Ran recalled the man's expression from earlier and curled her lips into a slight smirk.
His tone and expression just now made it seem as if she had asked a very rude question.
As she had predicted, the man was indeed unpredictable and moody.
One second he was showing concern for her like a good husband, the next second he immediately turned on her.
If she had the chance to choose again, even if he were richer, she would not want to be "Mrs. Chen".
After mentally grumbling for a while, I finally managed to calm down.
She glanced at her phone; Jiang Yuqing hadn't contacted her yet.
Jiang Yuqing is always reliable, and since she promised, she certainly wouldn't forget. Meng Ran guessed that she probably hadn't finished her work yet.
I didn't ask too many questions on the phone before, I only know that Jiang Yuqing has been working very hard all these years, working late, going on business trips every few days, and having very few holidays.
After thinking for a moment, Meng Ran closed the chat interface with Jiang Yuqing, opened her browser, and entered the three characters "Chen Sulin" in the search box.
The first search result was his Baidu Baike page, which showed that Chen Sulin was born a year earlier than her, and in the same year and month as Zhao Yanzhou.
Meng Ran remembered that Zhao Yanzhou seemed to have told her that the ages of his childhood friends were all around the same, and Chen Sulin was only three days older than him.
The Chen and Zhao families were already on good terms, and the elders of both families felt that this was a rare and fortunate match. It was just that there were two boys; if it were a boy and a girl, they would probably have arranged a marriage between them.
However, in Meng Ran's memory, the two did not have much contact when she was dating Zhao Yanzhou.
Every time Zhao Yanzhou reported his itinerary to her, saying which brothers he was going out with, Chen Sulin rarely appeared on the list.
Zhao Yanzhou's attitude towards his childhood friend Chen Sulin seemed somewhat complicated: respect, admiration, yet misunderstanding.
I remember once when Zhao Yanzhou had his birthday, several of his close friends came to celebrate, but Chen Sulin was the only one who couldn't attend, supposedly because he had business to attend to.
After the party ended, Zhao Yanzhou, slightly drunk, complained to Meng Ran: "I really don't understand him. Why does he make himself so tired? If you ask me, he doesn't need to work so hard on himself. He's an only child anyway, so he might as well enjoy himself while he's young and then take over his uncle's job steadily in twenty years."
After saying that, Zhao Yanzhou smiled and cupped Meng Ran's face, kneading it: "It's good to be a man like me. Who cares about work or career? No matter how big the world is, my wife is the most important. Don't you think so, Ranran?"
Meng Ran forgot what she replied at the time, but she probably just went along with him for a few words.
Zhao Yanzhou has many advantages: he is handsome, generous, humorous, and has a sweet tongue.
As for the lack of ambition, Meng Ran even sees it as a strength.
Given Zhao Yanzhou's family background, he could easily squander the dividends from the family business.
If he were truly that "ambitious," Meng Ran wouldn't dare to date him: an ambitious heir to a wealthy family is someone she simply couldn't handle.
Meng Ran snapped out of her reverie and realized she was unconsciously touching her cheek—
When they were dating, Zhao Yanzhou often rubbed her face to show affection.
Meng Ran silently withdrew her hand, momentarily lost in thought.
In her memory, just a few hours earlier, Zhao Yanzhou had been celebrating her birthday as her boyfriend.
Besides Jiang Yuqing, he was the person closest to her when she was twenty-three.
So when she woke up in the hospital, her first reaction was to ask where Zhao Yanzhou was.
Upon learning that she had amnesia, her instinctive thought was to immediately call Zhao Yanzhou and ask him what had happened over the years.
But reason ultimately prevailed over impulse.
Seven years have passed, and everything has changed.
By now, Zhao Yanzhou is over thirty years old. Even if he hasn't started a family yet, he must have found a new romance after her.
What kind of behavior is it for her to call her married ex-girlfriend, whose situation is awkward?
Meng Ran suppressed the turmoil in her heart and focused her attention back on the encyclopedia entry on her phone screen, reading down Chen Sulin's personal experience.
She had only a superficial understanding of the business world, but she could tell that Chen Sulin had completely taken control of the family group in the past seven years and had absolute say in it.
What about the original chairman, Chen Sulin's father?
Has he already passed away?
Meng Ran searched on her phone and only found news about Chen Sulin taking over as chairman of Hengyue Group. There was very little information about her father's whereabouts, not even a recent photo.
As for Chen Sulin's mother, there is even less publicly available information online, with only a few sporadic appearances at charity galas, the most recent being seven years ago.
Meng Ran kept her questions to herself for the time being, deciding to ask them when the time was right.
After all, those two were Chen Miaoying's grandparents, and according to custom, she should even call them "Mom and Dad".
After thinking for a moment, Meng Ran put away her phone, stood up, and went to the bathroom.
The mirror in front of the sink reflected the figure of a young woman, her long hair loosely tied back, revealing a smooth forehead and a smooth, firm jawline.
At first glance, this face is almost the same as when Meng Ran was twenty-three years old—no fine lines left by time, nor the vicissitudes of life.
She remembered that when she first woke up, someone told her she looked exactly the same as when she disappeared five years ago.
Meng Ran was certain that, rather than the doctor saying that she only suffered from brain damage leading to amnesia, her situation was more like her body traveling through time to the future.
Otherwise, even with the best maintenance, it's impossible to only change this much when jumping from twenty-three to thirty years old all at once.
Her current body should still be in the state of being twenty-five years old when she disappeared.
This is one of the few pieces of good news: if the fact that we've come to the future can't be changed, then getting two years older is better than getting seven years older all at once.
Another piece of good news is that, whether it's due to the effects of this supernatural phenomenon or because she has indeed recovered very well after childbirth, Meng Ran is not experiencing any of the possible aftereffects or discomfort that childbirth might bring.
Meng Ran turned her gaze away from the mirror and looked at the shelf on the sink.
The bottles and jars of various sizes were arranged in a neat and orderly fashion. She glanced at them and recognized about half of them.
They are all high-end skincare products: serums, face creams, eye creams, etc.
The other half was a brand Meng Ran had never seen before. Judging from the exquisite packaging, it was obviously expensive. The text printed on it was neither Chinese nor English, but rather some other European language.
The various skincare products on this shelf, if added together, would probably be worth at least half a year's salary for her.
Meng Ran glanced at all the bottles and jars, and paused when she saw the facial cleanser in the corner.
Among all the high-end skincare products, this facial cleanser has the simplest packaging.
It's a brand she's been using since she was eighteen. Each tube costs twenty yuan and lasts a long time.
Meng Ran used this facial cleanser for all four years of college. She only started trying to buy more expensive ones after she started working, but none of them suited her skin type, so she eventually switched back to this one.
Perhaps because it's cheap, its packaging hasn't changed much over the years, making it very recognizable.
Meng Ran stared at the familiar facial cleanser, then glanced at the skincare products beside it, and a guess popped into her mind:
Are these... things she used to do after getting married?
Who else knows her habits so well and prepares things for her so meticulously?
A figure flashed through her mind, but Meng Ran quickly denied it.
How could that be?
Let alone a group leader like Chen Sulin who is busy with official duties, most ordinary men wouldn't care what brand of facial cleanser their wives use, let alone have the patience to prepare all these skin care products for them.
Meng Ran dismissed the absurd speculation in her mind and turned to walk to the bathtub.
Looking at the high-end smart bathtub in front of her, she suddenly had an impulse: she wanted to take a bath right away and experience the life of the rich.
She mentally calculated the time; Chen Miaoying said she would come to find her after class, so she should have enough time.
Meng Ran walked out of the bathroom and opened the wardrobe, wanting to find a change of clothes, but stopped when she saw a beige dress in the wardrobe.
The dress looked familiar; she recognized it at a glance.
She bought it with her first month's salary after graduation, and she clearly remembers the price: 1,399, no discount.
During her four years of university, aside from winter coats, Meng Ran almost never bought clothes that cost more than 200 yuan.
She couldn't explain why she suddenly bought a dress that far exceeded her usual spending level. Perhaps it was because she finally had a stable income and wanted to make up for her past struggles and financial difficulties.
After that, Meng Ran never bought such an expensive dress again: for someone like her with no way out, she would rather save more money than spend it.
Seeing this dress again now, Meng Ran felt a mix of emotions.
There were some clothes hanging in the closet that she had never seen before. Most of them were made of expensive materials, the kind that she would have hesitated to buy in the mall before. However, she liked the style of the clothes.
Meng Ran guessed that these were things she bought for herself after getting married.
The clothes don't look old; the fabric is smooth and even, indicating that they have been properly stored over the years and were ironed and cared for when taken out today.
She was missing for five whole years, and Chen Sulin didn't even have anyone throw away these clothes.
From skincare products in the bathroom to clothes in the wardrobe, this bedroom seems to have everything it needs, ready for her, the "mistress of the house," to use at any time.
If it weren't for the face wash from her usual brand and the long dress she bought when she graduated, Meng Ran would almost have thought that another woman had been living there all along.
She thought that Chen Sulin probably didn't care about these things at all and left everything to the staff to handle.
Otherwise, she simply couldn't imagine why he would do such a thing.
Pulling herself out of her thoughts, Meng Ran pulled a silk slip dress from a drawer in her wardrobe.
She compared the length in the mirror and found it reached slightly above her ankles. If she needed to meet people after showering, she could just throw on something else.
I checked my phone again before taking a bath, but there were still no messages.
Putting down her phone, Meng Ran went into the bathroom.
The smart bathtub automatically filled with hot water, and the bath salt balls released a fragrant aroma. Meng Ran immersed herself in the water, closed her eyes, and let out a comfortable sigh—
Rich people really know how to enjoy life!
If her husband weren't Chen Sulin, if this marriage weren't so riddled with flaws...
Her will may have been broken long ago, and she just accepted the fact of time travel and amnesia in a daze, and settled down to be a wealthy wife.
After all, she has never had any lofty spiritual pursuits; all her past efforts were simply to have a stable life.
Meng Ran reluctantly got out of the bathtub after soaking in it until her chest felt a little stuffy, and dried herself off from head to toe.
Just as I was drying my hair, there was a knock on the door.
Three loud bangs followed, then a grandmother's strong, clear voice called out: "Mom, are you there?"
Meng Ran's lips curled up slightly as she went to open the door.
Chen Miaoying and Aunt Zhang were standing at the door.
Aunt Zhang was a little worried about leaving Chen Miaoying and Meng Ran alone together.
The lady had no experience in taking care of such a big child, and the young lady was a particularly energetic girl. Aunt Zhang was worried that the lady wouldn't be able to handle it all at once.
But Chen Miaoying didn't want anyone to disturb her time with her mother, and she tried to send Aunt Zhang away with just a few words.
Aunt Zhang knew that staying any longer would be inappropriate, and remembering her husband's instructions, she had no choice but to give the time to the mother and daughter, and also told her wife to call her anytime if needed.
Only the two of them remained in the room. Chen Miaoying looked up at her mother and remained silent for a long time.
Meng Ran's heart softened, and she squatted down: "What's wrong? Are you tired from class?"
Chen Miaoying shook her head vigorously: "Not tired!"
Meng Ran: "Then why did you suddenly stop talking?"
Chen Miaoying blinked: "I'm smelling my mom's scent."
Meng Ran chuckled: "Oh, so what did you smell?"
Chen Miaoying tilted her head and thought for a moment, her sweet voice revealing a seriousness: "It's sweet, it tastes like pomelo!"
Meng Ran understood; it turned out that he had smelled the body lotion on her body.
She was about to say something more when Chen Miaoying suddenly seemed to remember something important and announced loudly, "Oh right, Dad also really likes the taste of pomelo!"
Meng Ran was taken aback.
Before she could react, a soft, chubby little hand grabbed her fingers.
Chen Miaoying grabbed Meng Ran and, without further ado, decided on the next step: "Mom smells so good, Dad should smell it too!"
A note from the author:
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