"It's okay, it's okay, don't be shy. Where's the video? I'll take a picture and send it to him."
"Thanks to you this time."
If Liu Zhi were male, Meng's father might actually have taken her hand and told her that he was going to marry Meng Yang to her.
"Dad," Meng Yang interrupted her, "have some tea."
"I'm not thirsty right now." Meng's father brushed away Meng Yang's hand offering tea. "Why doesn't Xiao Liu have any?"
Meng Yang: "..."
Mencius' mother watched her husband chatter on and on, her eyes filled with an ambiguous expression.
"Mengmeng, come here." Mengmeng's mother called her daughter to the bedroom.
Meng Yang entered the bedroom and immediately closed the door.
Meng's mother sat by the bed, looking at Meng Yang with a meaningful gaze.
"It's done?"
"It's done." Meng Yang looked up. "How did you know?"
"There's something wrong with your eyes."
When Liu Zhi looked at Meng Yang for help, it was just then that Meng's mother caught it.
The way lovers and friends look at each other is different.
Meng Yang chuckled awkwardly, "As expected, nothing can be hidden from you."
"You're quite happy, aren't you?"
"I'm very happy." Meng Yang is always especially happy when Liu Zhi is mentioned.
Mencius' mother sighed, "When two girls are together, they should support each other."
"Once the initial excitement wears off, it's time to work things out," Mencius' mother said. "You have to be serious about every relationship."
“I understand.” Meng Yang agreed with his mother’s statement.
"What about Dad..." Meng Yang hesitated, "The old man will probably collapse if he finds out."
When Meng Yang was born, her father was thirty-four years old and her mother was thirty years old. They loved their daughter even more than most families.
From the time Meng Yang was born, her father would save a sum of money for her every month. According to him, this money was saved for Meng Yang and her children.
The old man always hoped that Mengyang would find someone who would love her, get married, settle down soon, and have a happier life.
Meng's father would definitely find it hard to accept that Meng was with Liu Zhi.
They came specifically to visit Liu Zhi today, and left when it was time to leave.
On the way home, Meng's father praised Liu Zhi highly.
When Mencius' mother heard the words, "If it were a boy, I would like to give Mencius to her on the spot," she felt somewhat conflicted.
She glanced at the man with sympathy and echoed his sentiments.
"What kind of look is that?" Mencius' father misinterpreted Mencius' mother's meaning. "Other people's children are so good."
"It's very good."
"I want to take her in as my goddaughter."
"Um……"
At the same moment, Meng Yang and Liu Zhi sat on the sofa, their heads touching.
"Does Auntie know?"
"knew."
"Your father said he wants to take me in as his goddaughter."
"Will my dad shed tears when he learns the truth?"
Liu Zhi chuckled, "That sounds a bit tragic."
"What should we eat tonight?" Meng Yang's thoughts were very unconventional.
During the workday, I long for rest, but when I have free time, I feel bored. So bored that I start thinking about what to have for dinner around 2 or 3 pm.
"How about we go on a date?" Meng Yang suggested.
"Where can I go in this state?" Liu Zhi asked a question that came from the depths of her soul.
"I'll catch up on my sleep," Meng Yang said painfully.
Liu Zhi was forced to drink a bottle of pure milk and then taken to catch up on sleep.
This time, Meng Yang served as Liu Zhi's body pillow.
"Put your legs on my legs," Meng Yang coaxed patiently. "Your arms, yes, like this, on my shoulders."
Liu Zhi: "..."
“Don’t shrink back.” Meng Yang said without batting an eye. “Learn from me, be thick-skinned.”
Liu Zhi: "..."
"Don't look at me with that ashamed and angry expression. I didn't force you."
Liu Zhi: "..."
Meng Yang didn't want to be so unrestrained, but the oil bottle was just too reserved. If she didn't take the initiative, Liu Zhi would stay in her shell, not moving for a long time.
“Liu Zhi, you’re not only a silent type, you’re also a turtle.” Meng Yang’s hair brushed against Liu Zhi’s chin. “You’re both reserved and timid.”
"I agree," Liu Zhi said in a low voice.
"It's rare to see you not arguing with me." Meng Yang snuggled closer to the blanket.
"Are you really not going to get involved in the medical disputes?" Liu Zhi leaned down a little further.
“Who said I didn’t care?” Meng Yang looked up at Liu Zhi, his expression carrying a hint of arrogance. “You can rest and recover without worrying about me.”
That's what they said. After Meng Yang fell asleep, Liu Zhi sat up and opened her social media app to edit a message.
She contacted Teacher Wang.
After that encounter at the affiliated hospital, Liu Zhi had been thinking of treating Teacher Wang to a meal to make up for it. She had been so busy that she forgot about it for a while, but suddenly remembered it these past two days.
I'm ashamed to admit it.
There was another reason why Liu Zhi contacted Teacher Wang and He Guangyi.
He Guangyi works in the media industry. According to his junior high school classmates, He Guangyi runs several public accounts and also has a Weibo account with over a million followers.
The thugs who caused trouble that day have already been detained. Knowing that his chances of winning were slim, Zhang Jude started to play the victim online and even spread rumors about Meng Yang, attempting to use online public opinion to obtain some humanitarian compensation.
The police and health authorities need time to complete the investigation and evidence collection process.
The prolonged online discussion has given rise to some malicious speculation.
Meng Yang doesn't pay much attention to public opinion; her family focuses all their energy on protecting their legal rights.
Liu Zhi wants to ask He Guangyi for help in clarifying some of the false rumors.
This matter requires He Guangyi's approval. Liu Zhi wouldn't casually reveal things she wasn't sure about, and she wasn't planning to tell Meng Yang for the time being.
She revealed this on WeChat, and He Guangyi suggested they meet to discuss it in detail.
...
When Meng Yang woke up, it was already seven o'clock.
Liu Zhi was intently browsing the news in the living room, while two small dishes were laid out on the dining table.
"She's awake," Liu Zhi said. "I cooked porridge, but I didn't use a clay pot."
Perhaps because she was still half asleep, Meng Yang had little appetite. She sat down next to Liu Zhi and wrapped her arms around her waist.
After sharing a pillow twice, Liu Zhi had basically adapted to her new identity.
"What are you looking at?" Meng Yang shifted to a more comfortable position and rested his head on Liu Zhi's shoulder.
"The last paper was about a new treatment theory for stroke," Liu Zhi said.
"So serious," Meng Yang said. "I don't want to look at these things after I get off work."
"Then what are you looking at?" Liu Zhi asked softly.
"Watching TV series and reading novels," Meng Yang replied.
"What drama? What novel?" Liu Zhi asked.
"Just search any video website, and if you can't find it, check out Amway recommendations. For novels, go to the Jinjiang Literature City's yuri section."
"Um."
"Liu Zhi," Meng Yang sighed, "aren't you a little clueless about romance?"
Meng Yang's breath caressed Liu Zhi, and Liu Zhi's earlobes gradually warmed. The pale pink seemed to spread like wildfire, and soon, Liu Zhi's cheeks were also tinged with a peach-red.
"Why am I so clueless about romance?" Liu Zhi asked sincerely.
"Have you noticed that you ask a lot of rhetorical questions, and you just say 'uh-huh' all the time?"
"What does it mean to be good at understanding romance?" Liu Zhi's throat tightened.
"Alright, let's leave it like this." Meng Yang pressed his cheek against Liu Zhi's. "She looks quite cute like this."
Why is my face so hot?
"It's a bit stuffy at home."
"Are you shy?" Meng Yang reached out and rubbed Liu Zhi's cheek.
"No." Liu Zhi endured Meng Yang's torment and said calmly, "Should we open the window to let in some fresh air?"
Meng Yang suddenly felt like teasing Liu Zhi, so she put on a serious and stern face.
Did you apply the medicine yesterday?
"I applied it," Liu Zhi lied without blinking.
"How did you reach that?" Meng Yang raised an eyebrow.