Chiang Xiao rolled her eyes.
"Was that Du Jinruo from the literary troupe just now? She’s really beautiful, and besides, she’s already taking the initiative. Why don’t you like her?"
Chiang Xiao asked purely out of curiosity.
Aren’t men supposed to be visual creatures?
Even she felt that if she were a man, given the choice between a beautiful lady and a girl who hadn’t fully bloomed yet, she would definitely choose Du Jinruo.
And it seemed like not only did their appearances match, but their family backgrounds and occupational statuses did too.
Meng Xinian reached out to ruffle her hair.
"I already have someone I like."
When he said this, he was looking at her.
"It’s just that this person hasn’t grown up yet, so I can only wait."
This was the first time Meng Xinian had so clearly expressed himself. If before he had always been controlling his feelings, then today when he saw Chiang Xiao travel miles to get to him, charging at him and fiercely protecting him, he knew all control was futile.
She was young, so be it; he had enough patience to wait until she grew up.
Chiang Xiao’s face flushed red.
That night, the two of them stayed in adjacent hotel rooms, with a wall separating their two beds. Both lying in bed, they couldn’t fall asleep for a long time.
Meng Xinian even did something quite childish, knocking thrice on the wall. After a moment, three knocks were heard from the other side, and he smiled before closing his eyes.
Back at home, Old Meng hummed a tune in an exceedingly good mood.
"Brother you take the west road, sister really can’t ask you to stay... "
Sitting in the living room, Duan Qingqing wanted to roll her eyes, but also felt very puzzled.
The old man’s beloved grandson had just been through such a serious incident, shouldn’t he be looking gloomy? Why was he in such a good mood?
"Dad, you’re back? Come have a seat, I’ll make you some ginseng tea," Duan Qingqing stood up and walked over to help him.
Old Meng dodged her hand, his face turning cold as he said, "No need, you rest if you’re not feeling well. Where’s Chao Jun?"
He still needed to have a serious talk with his son. Now that the matter with Fong Jianye’s injury was clear, it was his own grandson who had been wronged and humiliated. Shouldn’t he go and speak properly with the Fong Family and the Gao Family?
When had the Meng Family ever taken such grievances?
"Chao Jun’s work at the unit is piling up, he only left for a little while this morning and the tasks needing his attention have piled up like a mountain. He had no choice but to work overtime tonight." Duan Qingqing sighed and said, "Chao Jun is also in a tough spot, originally thinking Xinian had grown up, but never expecting him to cause such a big mess now. Dad, what if Fong Jianye doesn’t wake up and both the Fong Family and the Gao Family pressure the Meng Family at the same time, what could Chao Jun do?"
After hearing this, Old Meng laughed out of rage and asked with a stern face, "Oh? Then tell me, what should Chao Jun do?"
"He has no choice, Fong Jianye is the only seedling of the Fong Family. If the Fong Family doesn’t get to vent their anger, Chao Jun will face constraints everywhere, and his political career will be severely affected. So, Dad, you also have to persuade Xinian. Since he has made a mistake, he must admit his wrongdoing, right? When the time comes, the Fong Family will just be venting, they can’t possibly really want Xinian’s life, can they? So let them vent, it’s only proper..."
"Bullshit proper!" Old Meng bellowed, "Fong Jianye is the only seedling of the Fong Family, but isn’t Xinian our only seedling of the Meng Family? If you have the ability, you birth one!"