"After all, in her heart, I’m a very clumsy girl."
After changing clothes, Meng Yiyi stood in front of the mirror while the knocking sound resonated outside the room once again.
She checked the time and guessed it was her mother going out.
Sure enough, as soon as she opened the door, she saw her mother, Meng Qingyu, dressed up.
Meng Qingyu wore a black turtleneck sweater and a maroon coat over it.
She was wearing a pair of Chanel pearl earrings, and her slightly curled long hair was draped over her shoulders.
It was evident that Meng Yiyi’s somewhat youthful appearance was inherited from her mother.
Meng Qingyu was 38 years old this year, but she looked like she was around 30.
If the two stood together, most people wouldn’t think she was the girl’s mother.
"Meng Yiyi, are you going out tonight?" she asked her daughter, slightly surprised.
Because she noticed that her daughter had also changed clothes and not worn pajamas.
"Yes, I’m having dinner with Feng Hui," Meng Yiyi casually made up an excuse, using her best friend as a shield.
Meng Qingyu didn’t suspect anything and even asked, "Do you have enough living expenses?"
"I have enough," she didn’t ask her mother for more money.
Actually, she was quite envious of Feng Hui.
Because her boyfriend had bought two tickets to a Zhou Jielun concert and invited her to go.
Although they were the cheapest seats, it was still Zhou Jielun.
Moreover, for high school students, taking a girl to a concert was already a very lavish gesture.
As soon as Feng Hui got the tickets, she had already shown off about it in class.
Meng Yiyi knew they had already slept together; Feng Hui had told her herself.
Without any surprises, after tonight’s concert, they would spend another night out.
Because Feng Hui had told her, she had informed her parents that tonight she would sleep at Meng Yiyi’s house.
And Feng Hui didn’t know that her boyfriend had initially pursued Meng Yiyi.
It was just that Meng Yiyi wasn’t interested in him at all.
Then, he turned around and started chasing her best friend.
In their schooldays, this kind of thing was quite common.
Meng Yiyi really disliked these school gangster-like boys, self-proclaimed high school bosses, so immature.
Strutting around all day, looking like they were going to pick a fight, yet when he was rejected, he even cried and threatened to kill himself.
Of course, all this Meng Yiyi wouldn’t discuss with Feng Hui.
She was the type who disliked offending others.
In essence, Meng Yiyi belonged to the "People-Pleasing Personality"—falsely ingratiating.
Although she seemed good at pleasuring everyone, she had her own agenda and ideas, aimed at making her own life more comfortable, making it better for herself.
Of course, she didn’t envy Feng Hui for getting to see Zhou Jielun now.
In her heart’s balance, Cheng Zhu was definitely weightier than Zhou Jielun.
At that moment, Meng Qingyu looked at her daughter, thought for a moment, and decided to transfer her another 500 yuan.
"I transferred it to your Alipay," she said while operating her phone.
Meng Yiyi’s face immediately brightened with a joyful expression, sweetly saying, "Thank you, dear mother!"
But deep down, she was certain: she was definitely going to meet that guy.
In her memory, her mother was always .
She always felt that money could make up for everything.
Just like she lied to me, but now that she has transferred five hundred yuan, she feels so much better inside.
"Come home early tonight," Meng Qingyu instructed as she prepared to leave.
"I might come back quite late today; I’m going shopping with Aunt Tao and then to the beauty salon," Meng Qingyu said.
Meng Yiyi, internally: got it, after dinner I have a date with that guy.
She really didn’t much like that man, who was eleven years younger than her mother.
Her dislike for him wasn’t because of his age.
But because that man not only looked like a pretty boy, but was also truly a pretty boy deep down.
"He’s not even as handsome as Brother Zhu," she reasoned inwardly.
After a brief chat, Meng Qingyu was ready to leave.
She stood by the shoe cabinet. Initially planning to wear a pair of high heels, after reconsidering the special activities for the evening, she felt the heels wouldn’t be very suitable and switched to a pair of classic black Prada leathers.
Once downstairs, she got into her BMW Z4.
This car was a gift from Meng Yiyi’s biological father, and it was registered in her name.
Many men’s so-called gift of a car actually just grants them the right to use it, with the actual ownership under their own name.
Back in those days, the BMW Z4 and Audi TT were known as "mistress cars."
They were called this because many bosses would buy these two models for their mistresses.
The price wasn’t particularly high, but each had its own distinct features and conformed to women’s aesthetics.
After starting the car, Meng Qingyu drove off to pick up the young man.
Yes, that man didn’t have a car; they had agreed that she would pick him up.
Around fifteen minutes later, Meng Qingyu arrived in a small residential area.
She sent a WeChat message and not long after, a nearly six-foot-tall man hurried out, seemingly not wanting to keep the lady waiting downstairs.
The man, Chen Bodong, had a hairstyle and dressing style that were somewhat Korean.
His hair was dyed a golden brown with a trendy side-swept bang from an earlier era.
Two years ago, the Korean drama "My Love from the Star" became a global hit, which made Professor Du Minjun’s signature side-swept bangs popular for quite some time.