Chapter 13 013 Has the desire reached this level?
Meng Ran promised Chen Miaoying that she would prepare a birthday gift for Chen Sulin.
This was a very difficult task for her, but fortunately there was still some time before her actual birthday, so she had time to think about it slowly.
Chen Sulin glanced out the window, still on the phone.
The man's expression was stern, and it was unclear whether he had encountered a difficult situation at work.
Meng Ran temporarily put this troublesome matter out of her mind and played around with Chen Miaoying for a while.
The little girl's face was so chubby that you couldn't help but want to touch it.
Meng Ran had endured for so long, but finally couldn't resist the temptation and began to cup and knead the little girl's face.
Chen Miaoying was so groped that she could barely speak: "Mom—Mom, you're so cute—"
Meng Ran smiled, her eyes crinkling: "What's so good about it?"
"You're so mean!" Chen Miaoying repeated angrily, "Mom, you're rubbing me like that, I can't even speak clearly!"
Meng Ran put on a troubled expression: "But... our little princess Yingying's face is just too soft to rub, what should we do?"
Chen Miaoying: "But it's not fair that only my mom can rub my face!"
Meng Ran pretended to think for a few seconds: "Okay, then Mom will let you massage me too, come on!"
Chen Miaoying is a little girl who is absolutely not polite to anyone. When her mother said that, she immediately stretched out her chubby little hand without hesitation.
Meng Ran didn't dodge, letting her cheeks be covered by warm little hands.
Chen Miaoying rubbed her cheeks a couple of times, immediately forgetting how she had just been "bullied," and beamed, "Mommy, rub your cheeks too, they're so soft!"
"Mom," Chen Miaoying suddenly asked, "Am I the only one who has ever rubbed your face?"
Meng Ran blinked.
That's a good question, but actually it isn't.
However, she didn't want to lie to her daughter, nor did she want to be questioned about who the other person was.
After thinking for a moment, Meng Ran replied, "Let's pinky swear. From now on, only Yingying baby can rub Mommy's face, okay?"
Chen Miaoying indeed forgot about the previous question and happily agreed: "Okay, pinky promise!"
Hook the little fingers of the two hands, one big and one small.
Before they officially made their pinky promise, Chan Miu-ying suddenly added, "But I'm not that stingy, princesses are all very generous!"
Meng Ran didn't understand for a moment: "Huh?"
Chen Miaoying generously said, "Besides me, I allow Dad to rub Mom's face too!"
Meng Ran was both amused and exasperated: the little girl was truly her father's good daughter.
Fortunately, it was only "permission" and there was no requirement to implement it immediately, so Meng Ran let her do as she pleased.
Chen Miaoying held her mother's hand and swayed it, muttering, "Pinky promise, hang yourself, never change for a hundred years, or you'll never have any sweet candy to eat again!"
After making the pinky promise, Chen Miaoying let go of her mother's hand with satisfaction.
Footsteps sounded, and Meng Ran looked up to see Chen Sulin had returned after finishing a phone call.
Caught in the act of childish behavior, Meng Ran coughed lightly and said seriously, "Is there an emergency at the company? If you need to, you can go ahead and do your work. I'll take care of Miaoying alone for a while."
Chen Sulin: "No need."
The man's expression was calm, and his tone was unperturbed: "It was a scam call. I've already blocked them."
Meng Ran's brow twitched.
Is it real or fake, or is it a scam?
What kind of scammer could keep Chen Sulin on the phone for a full five minutes before making him hang up?
Of course, she didn't voice her doubts. She didn't truly consider herself his wife, so naturally she didn't have the intention to get to the bottom of things.
After physical education get out of class, there was still some time before dinner.
According to the plan, the two of them would take Chen Miaoying to stroll around the complex for a while longer before returning to the villa at dinner time.
Chen Miaoying pestered Meng Ran, wanting to go downstairs to McDonald's to buy an ice cream cone.
Meng Ran had no idea whether children of this age could eat ice cream, so she hesitated to agree and looked to Chen Sulin for help.
Chen Sulin: "You can buy it, but you can only eat half of it."
Chen Miaoying pouted.
She asked her mother specifically because she knew her father would say that.
Why is it still her father who answers her?
Chen Miaoying: "Okay, half it is! Mom and I will each have half, but Dad won't get any!"
...
When we returned to the villa, the aunt had already prepared a sumptuous dinner.
Spending the weekend with Chen Miaoying for the first time, Meng Ran finally realized how terrifying an energetic child can be.
Meng Ran didn't get up until almost noon. She spent the afternoon with Chen Miaoying outside and felt quite tired when she came back.
As for Chen Miaoying, after finishing dinner, she immediately ran to her favorite spot, full of energy, to watch her favorite cartoon.
Meng Ran didn't have that much energy, so after dinner, she went back to her room to take a shower.
After leaving the bathroom and changing into soft pajamas, Meng Ran leaned back on the bed and picked up her phone.
She didn't know what life was like for other wealthy people, but for Meng Ran at least now, the most pleasant moments were still the same as they were back then—
After a relaxing bath, I happily played on my phone in bed.
A new message notification popped up on WeChat.
Due to her personality, Meng Ran has always had a simple interpersonal relationship and doesn't have many friends.
For reasons she was unaware of, Chen Sulin seemed in no hurry to make the news of her return public.
As a result, Meng Ran received very few messages on her phone each day over the past few days.
Besides Jiang Yuqing, Chen Miaoying would send her voice messages via tablet after kindergarten.
Open WeChat, and there's a new friend request.
The verification message consisted of only four simple words: "Ranran, it's me."
Meng Ran's heart skipped a beat, and she abruptly sat up straight on the bed.
In the past few days, she had imagined how she should deal with the situation if she and Zhao Yanzhou crossed paths again.
After all, Zhao Yanzhou and Chen Sulin were childhood friends, and both of them belonged to the elite circles of Beicheng.
Now that she is Chen Sulin's wife, some things are simply unavoidable.
But the moment Meng Ran actually saw those words, her heart started pounding uncontrollably.
Countless thoughts rushed into my mind.
Many of the things she wanted to know, she hadn't actually gotten answers from Chen Sulin in the past few days.
What if it were Zhao Yanzhou? If he knew he had amnesia, would he tell me everything that happened back then without reservation?
Meng Ran stared intently at the button on the screen to accept the friend request, feeling a tightness in her chest.
After a long pause, she tugged at the corners of her mouth, revealing a self-deprecating smile.
What are you thinking about?
Chen Sulin was reserved with her, so how could Zhao Yanzhou be completely trustworthy?
She believed that this man would always stand by her side and be willing to tell her everything, simply because "he used to be very good to me."
This can't be called naivety; it's downright stupidity.
Meng Ran ignored the friend request and closed WeChat.
Whether it's a weekday or a weekend, Chan Miu-ying always goes to bed before 9 p.m.
Having failed to say goodnight to Chen Miaoying yesterday, Meng Ran decided to go early today and went to the children's room before Aunt Zhang came to call her.
Unexpectedly, there was another person in this villa who shared the same idea as her.
As soon as Meng Ran pushed open the door to the children's room, she bumped into a tall and slender figure standing with his back to her by the bed.
Hearing her come in, Chen Sulin turned around.
Their eyes met, and Meng Ran chuckled awkwardly, "What a coincidence."
“That crystal ball,” she said, looking around and then pointing to a decorative item in the cabinet, making conversation, “is quite pretty.”
Chen Sulin: "I brought it back from a business trip to Europe a year ago."
Meng Ran responded with an "Oh".
It turns out that he would bring gifts for his daughter when he went on business trips.
Several days later, she still held onto her initial assessment of the man: unpredictable and capricious.
Even so, one thing she cannot deny is that he is absolutely a caring and emotionally stable father to Chen Miaoying.
Chen Sulin: "Want to see?"
Meng Ran: "Okay."
Chen Sulin took the crystal ball down and handed it to her palm.
The craftsmanship of the crystal ball in her hand was clearly more exquisite than any she had ever seen before. The base was made of meticulously carved metal, and a miniature European-style castle stood inside the ball.
Meng Ran shook gently, and snowflakes fluttered down.
The bottom shelf of the children's room cabinet is filled with Chen Miaoying's favorite toys and dolls, the middle shelf contains picture books and building block boxes, and the top shelf is filled with ornaments and decorations.
Meng Ran fiddled with it for a while, trying to put the crystal ball back in its original position.
She glanced at Chen Sulin out of the corner of her eye, then assessed the height, and decided to do it herself.
She carefully placed the crystal ball on tiptoe, and just as she was about to succeed, Meng Ran was overjoyed but then nearly slipped and fell.
She felt a warmth around her waist as a hand steadily supported her from behind.
The warmth of my palm seeped through the thin fabric of my pajamas, making my skin feel hot.
In an instant, Meng Ran felt a heat spreading across her entire back, a feeling that seemed strangely familiar—
It was exactly the same feeling she had when she got close to Chen Sulin that day when Chen Miaoying insisted on letting Chen Sulin smell the grapefruit scent on her.
Her body seemed to have some special desire for Chen Sulin; whether it was getting too close or an unintentional touch, it would make her overly sensitive.
At this moment, Meng Ran really wanted to scream for help in her mind: What the hell is this?!
Had she come to crave this much during the time she lost her memory?
Although she was screaming inside, Meng Ran tried her best to remain calm on the surface and silently took a few steps back.
"Thank you," she said softly, not daring to look closely at the dark glint in the man's eyes.
As they looked at each other in silence, the bathroom door opened.
Meng Ran quickly composed herself and focused on welcoming the little princess out of her bath.
Chen Miaoying emerged from her private bathroom, wearing a sky-blue onesie nightgown with a crown pattern made of white lace on the neckline and cuffs, and snowflakes embroidered on the pockets, seemingly another Elsa-themed outfit.
Aunt Zhang, who came out with Chen Miaoying, saw that her husband and wife were both there, so she tactfully left the room and closed the door behind her.
Chen Miaoying ran towards her parents with a look of surprise and delight. When she got there, she turned her head left and right, clearly hesitating for a second.
She immediately opened her arms and buried her face in Meng Ran's chest, crying, "Mommy!"
After snuggling in her mother's arms for a while, Chen Miaoying let go and ran towards her father, Chen Sulin, who picked her up and lifted her into the air.
After getting out of her father's arms, Chen Miaoying suddenly put on a serious face and coughed twice like an adult: "Mom and Dad, neither of you said goodnight to me yesterday. You left me alone in the room to sleep!"
Meng Ran's brow twitched: Aunt Zhang did seem to have mentioned yesterday that Chen Miaoying had thrown a tantrum because she was sleeping alone.
But Chen Miaoying didn't mention it all day, so Meng Ran thought she had forgotten about it. It turned out that it just wasn't the right time yet.
Meng Ran tried to comfort Chen Miaoying: "Didn't Mom tell you that Mom went to see a good friend last night, so I couldn't say goodnight to you?"
Chen Miaoying wasn't a girl who was easily persuaded. She retorted crisply, "But Mom promised me that Dad would come and say goodnight for Mom, but yesterday Dad said he had something to do and couldn't come!"
Meng Ran was at a loss for words.
She didn't think too much about it at the time; she just thought that Chen Sulin usually said goodnight to her daughter anyway, so she said it casually.
She forgot that a casual remark from an adult can be a promise to a child.
Meng Ran: "I'm sorry, it's Mom's fault."
Chen Miaoying is a very principled child. Upon hearing this, she shook her head and said, "It's not all Mom's fault. Dad didn't say goodnight to me, so Dad and Mom should make it up to me together."
Meng Ran asked, "So, how does your baby want Mommy and Daddy to make it up to them?"
Chen Miaoying had clearly thought about this question beforehand, and quickly replied, "I want to go to Mom's room, and then Dad will come and tell Mom and me a story to lull us to sleep!"
Meng Ran was taken aback.
She instinctively wanted to ask: Why do I sleep with my mom, and not with both my mom and dad?
She held back.
Comparing the two, Meng Ran was certainly more willing to share a bed with Chen Miaoying.
She doubted she would be able to sleep all night if she shared a bed with Chen Sulin.
Meng Ran looked up and met Chen Sulin's gaze, wanting to see if he had any objections to the "compensation measures" proposed by Chen Miaoying.
Chen Sulin silently looked back at her, and Meng Ran read two words in the man's eyes: "Looking at you."
Meng Ran: "..."
"Okay," she agreed. "Then let's do as my darling says."
Chen Miaoying: "Yay! Mom, you've already taken a bath, right? When I hugged you just now, I smelled grapefruit again!"
This description evoked some memories for Meng Ran.
Meng Ran cleared her throat: "Yes, Mom has washed."
Chen Miaoying grabbed Meng Ran's hand: "Then Mom, can you take me to your room to sleep now? I'm a little sleepy!"
Then she waved to Chen Sulin, "Dad, get ready and come quickly, don't keep Mom and me waiting too long!"
...
It was Meng Ran's first time sleeping in the same bed with a child, and she felt very uncomfortable.
There was a warm, living thing in the bed, who would occasionally touch her face with his little hands and stroke her hair.
"Mom, you smell so good!"
"Mommy, Mommy, are you sleepy?"
"Mom, when Dad comes over in a little while, what story would you like him to tell us?"
The day's activities had exhausted most of Chen Miaoying's energy, and after a short while, she was clearly out of strength.
The little girl mumbled, "Why hasn't Daddy come yet?" and then her voice trailed off.
When Meng Ran called the little girl's name softly again, the little girl's breathing had become steady and long.
She promised to wait for her dad to come and tell her a story, but she fell asleep first.
Meng Ran turned off the lights in the room, leaving only the small nightlight by the bedside.
Under the soft light, Meng Ran gazed at Chen Miaoying's peaceful sleeping face and smiled.
Suddenly, a series of deliberately light footsteps came from the doorway.
Meng Ran's heart tightened suddenly. Before she could even think, her body reacted first—she quickly closed her eyes.
When the footsteps stopped by the bedside, Meng Ran belatedly realized: Why was she pretending to be asleep?
He could have simply gestured to Chen Sulin to tell him that his daughter was asleep and he could leave.
With things having come to this, Meng Ran could only grit her teeth, keep her eyes closed, and slow her breathing.
Hopefully, Chen Sulin will see that they are all asleep and simply turn around and leave.
After waiting for a long time, the footsteps never sounded again.
The night was extremely quiet. If it weren't for the faint scent of pine lingering around the man's nose, Meng Ran would have almost thought that Chen Sulin had left silently.
But the unique aura of Chen Sulin kept reminding her that he was standing very close by.
Why isn't he leaving yet?
If this continues, Meng Ran feels like her heart is about to give out.
It's beating wildly at a three-digit rate per minute, comparable to the feeling after crossing the finish line in an 800-meter race during my school days.
Finally, Meng Ran couldn't bear the torment any longer and opened her eyes.
In the stillness of the night, she met the man's eyes, which were as black as ink.
Meng Ran had never been looked at like that before.
His gaze fell on her face as if he were looking at the only treasure he had ever lost and then regained.
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