Zhang Zhen was quite curious about the relationship between Mu Linfeng and Meng Rong, so he tentatively asked for Mu Junze's opinion.
Mu Junze was weighing his words to decline, but Mu Linfeng didn't give him a chance. He pulled Meng Rong and directly sat down on the chair, forcing the situation.
"Thank you, Boss Mu."
In this situation, it was hard to drive him away.
Mu Junze looked gloomy.
Just then, the waiter came in with the food, and this little episode came to a temporary end.
Zhang Zhen kept sizing up Meng Rong. After thinking for a while, he finally asked, "When did you two get together?"
Mu Linfeng's hand paused.
Meng Nianchu said in a strange tone, "I, her younger sister, didn't even know about such a big thing."
"I haven't heard Mu Linfeng's parents mention it to me either."
Mu Linfeng had basically grown up under Zhang Zhen's watchful eyes. Naturally, Zhang Zhen cared about his affairs.
Learning that Mu Linfeng had a girlfriend while he had no idea about it at all, he couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed.
Mu Linfeng tried to gloss over it, saying, "It's just a small thing."
Unexpectedly, Meng Nianchu continued, "Sister, aren't you going to tell Mom and Dad about this?"
"What for?" Meng Rong blurted out in a hurry. Then, realizing that her tone was too tough, she suppressed her impatience and tried to remedy it, "There's no rush."
Hearing her words, Zhang Zhen was a bit dissatisfied with her. "Miss Meng seems to have a rather impatient personality."
"Let's not talk about this. Let's eat."
Mu Linfeng was worried that Meng Rong's impatient personality might accidentally let something slip. He quickly changed the subject and picked up a piece of fish and put it into Zhang Zhen's porcelain bowl. "Let's eat."
Seeing this, Meng Rong stupidly picked up a piece of fish and wanted to give it to Mu Junze.
But Meng Nianchu intercepted it in mid - air. Her outstretched hand touched Meng Rong's chopsticks, and the fish fell on the table.
"What are you doing!"
Hearing Meng Rong's loud shout, Zhang Zhen frowned slightly.
Noticing Zhang Zhen's reaction, Meng Nianchu sneered inwardly. She withdrew her hand, took out a tissue, picked up the fish that had fallen on the table, and threw it into the trash can. Her actions were elegant, forming a sharp contrast with Meng Rong's lack of decorum.
"Just eat your own."
"What's wrong with me picking up a piece of meat?" Meng Rong gradually felt guilty. She gave Meng Nianchu a disdainful look and lowered her head to poke at the food in her bowl.
The previous memories echoed in her mind. During the meal, Meng Nianchu quietly observed the outside through the window.
Meng Rong was restless and always tried to get close to Mu Junze.
During a break in the meal, she walked up to Mu Junze with a glass of red wine in her hand. She deliberately bent down and elongated her voice, "Junze, I'd like to toast you."
Mu Junze sat upright and didn't even give her a glance.
"He doesn't drink." Meng Nianchu looked at her coldly. In public, she pulled up Meng Rong's skirt and said bluntly, "Dress properly. Don't let outsiders misunderstand."
Suddenly, Meng Rong's face turned bright red. It wasn't out of shyness but anger.
Feeling Zhang Zhen's disgusted look, Meng Rong angrily sat back on the stool and slammed the red - wine glass on the table.
At this time, Mu Junze picked up a shelled drunken shrimp and put it in Meng Nianchu's bowl.
Meng Nianchu said sweetly, "Thank you, husband."
The main purpose of this dinner was not achieved. Mu Junze didn't mention the project storm he wanted to discuss with Zhang Zhen at all. This actually made Mu Linfeng happy. It wasn't a complete waste of time.
What worried Meng Nianchu all the time was that the journalist who had secretly taken photos before had shown no sign of activity. She was on tenterhooks all the way home, but it was still quiet.
Only then did she feel relieved.
When they got home, Mother Mu had already fallen asleep.
She had been thinking too much in the past two days, and her work was also very heavy. When Meng Nianchu passed by Mother Mu's room, some things suddenly flashed through her mind, but then she immediately forgot them.
She tried hard to remember, but couldn't. She went back to her room and lay on the bed. As soon as she closed her eyes, she fell asleep soon.
When she woke up the next morning, her head hurt badly, and her heart felt empty as if she had forgotten something. It wasn't until she received a call from Mother Mu saying that she was leaving in the afternoon that she suddenly remembered.
"Uncle driver, hurry up!" Meng Nianchu anxiously called Mu Junze. The call was connected, but no one answered.
Meng Nianchu anxiously looked at the pedestrians outside the window. The toes hidden in her shoes tightly grabbed the soles.
How could she have forgotten such an important thing!
Mother Mu had only been back from the United States for a few days. Because Father Mu, who was far away in the United States, missed her so much and kept urging her to go back, wasn't it today!
Today...
Maybe the brain cells become more active when one is anxious. Meng Nianchu suddenly remembered that Meng Rong might also go to the airport today. After thinking carefully for a while, it seemed that it was indeed the case.
The night before Mother Mu planned to return to the United States, she had called Mother Meng to say goodbye. Meng Rong had learned about it from Mother Meng before, and she should know about it now too.
Meng Nianchu's impatient heart gradually calmed down. The light in her eyes gradually turned cold, and the fingertips holding the phone tightened.
She couldn't always be passive, waiting for Meng Rong to make a move and then trying to solve the problem. That would just give her an advantage for nothing.
A sneer appeared on her lips. Her index finger tapped on the phone on her thigh as Meng Nianchu pondered a plan.
How could she maximize Meng Rong's pain and make her suffer so much that it was as if she was being roasted alive by the fire!
The taxi stopped at the airport where Mother Mu was as fast as it could. After getting off the taxi, Meng Nianchu first scanned the area around. Not seeing Meng Rong's figure, she stepped into the hall.
Mother Mu was still sitting on the chair waiting.
When Meng Nianchu saw her, she quickened her steps and walked over. When she got closer, she found that two people were already sitting beside Mother Mu.
So they had arrived earlier than her.
Mother Mu, who was looking around, saw her at a glance and immediately smiled and walked towards her.
"Really not staying for a few more days?"
Mother Mu hugged her and patted her back gently, "I'll come back in a while."
As soon as the last word fell, she let go of Meng Nianchu and resumed her usual smiling look as if nothing could trouble her. "When Mom gets to the United States, if Junze makes you unhappy, you call Mom right away. See how Mom will deal with him!"
"Okay!"
Meng Rong stood beside Mother Mu. Her eyes were red, and she choked with sobs, "Auntie, why aren't you staying for a few more days? I still have so many things to say to you. You've just been here for a few days and are in such a hurry to leave. Did Nianchu not take good care of you and make you angry? I really don't want you to go."
Big teardrops immediately rolled down her eyes. As she spoke, she wanted to hug Mother Mu.
Seeing her action, Mother Mu immediately dodged.
"Stop acting like someone's died."
The words were quite a shock.
Meng Nianchu, who had a straight face seeing Meng Rong acting so skillfully, couldn't help bursting out laughing.
Even Meng Rong was stunned. She looked up blankly with tears on her fair face, looking like a pear blossom in the rain.
Seeing her like this, Meng Nianchu felt disgusted. Before, she had been severely hurt by her pretended innocent look. Her heart sank. Glancing at Mu Linfeng standing behind Meng Rong, her face became even colder.