After getting the certificate, you will be a widow

After ending the call with Chu Xing, Chen Yi fell into deep thought. The position of special assistant to the president was not an easy one, and this matter was even more difficult to handle as it concerned human lives.

But he couldn't help but deal with it, and he had to handle it properly. It was really not easy to make a living.

Chen Yi sighed, took a deep breath, and dialed a number...

After Chu Xing hung up the phone with Chen Yi, he turned on the computer.

After reading an email from abroad, his face suddenly became gloomy, his deep dark pupils were stained with blood, and his teeth were chattering.

Chu Xing sat alone in the study room, and only went downstairs to find Ru Meng after he calmed down.

At this time, it was already six o'clock in the evening.

It was getting dark. Ru Meng didn't turn on the lights and sat quietly on the sofa in a daze.

Xing frowned, "Why don't you turn on the lights? Your husband can still afford the electricity bill at the moment."

Ru Meng looked at him and said, "It's environmentally friendly to save electricity. It's still daylight outside, so there's no need to turn on the lights." "You're great for contributing to the earth and caring about humanity." Chu Xing smiled, and then he asked, "You've been researching for so long, what do you think?"

Rumeng shrugged: "I have always wanted to write to pass the time. I never thought that my book would be valued by the publishing house, so I didn't learn about the publishing details in advance."

When Chu Xing saw her helpless look, he couldn't help but laugh: "Don't worry, I don't ask you to decide tonight, the cooperation opportunity will be valid. Now the choice is yours, why are you in a hurry?"

Ru Meng: "I am not afraid of losing opportunities, but I am wondering which form of cooperation should I choose to ensure that my efforts will not be wasted."

Chu Xing walked up to her and squatted down. He looked at her affectionately with his dark pupils and said softly to her in comfort:

"Let's not rush to decide. Let's study slowly. First, determine what goals you want to achieve in the literary world, and then choose a suitable method to achieve your goals. What's suitable is good. I'll go cook. What do you want to eat?"

Ru Meng was deeply moved. She blinked her clear and lively eyes, and her bright pupils were filled with tears. "Do you make whatever I want to eat?"

Chu Xing nodded: "As long as we have the ingredients at home and I can cook it, you can order it."

"You're so nice, so I'll just order randomly. I'll eat whatever you cook. I'm not picky." Ru Meng said with a smile.

The eldest son of the Chu family, who has never done housework, and the cold and abstinent overbearing president of the Chu Group, wants to cook dinner for her. Why would he be so picky about food?

If you dream of this, the corners of your mouth will rise.

Chu Xing gently pinched the muscles at the corners of Ru Meng's mouth. His deep dark eyes moved slightly, and he looked at her eagerly: "Then should you give me a reward?"

"What reward do you want?" Ru Meng blinked her clear and lively eyes, thinking for a moment, "How about I give you a supercar after my 200 million yuan betrothal gift arrives?"

Chu Xing couldn't help but laugh, and gently pinched Ru Meng's face, saying in a doting tone: "You are really willing to do this."

After speaking, he stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

The wool comes from the sheep, so why should I be reluctant to give it up?

Rumeng looked at Chuxing's straight back and smiled secretly.

When Chu Xing opened the refrigerator, he found that Aunt Zhang was quite diligent and there was plenty of food in the refrigerator. He decided to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes and steamed pork ribs for Rumeng, which were Rumeng's favorite dishes.

Rumeng continued to read and ponder the publishing plan of the book in her hand, but her eyes were fighting uncontrollably...

Twenty minutes later...

After waking up and bringing the food to the table, I walked out of the living room and found Ru Meng sleeping on the sofa with her face covered, just like myself when I was in school.

He frowned, shook his head and chuckled, "Rumeng...Rumeng, get up and eat. If you sleep now, you won't be sleepy at night."

Ru Meng reluctantly opened her eyes slowly, looking confused. "What time is it?" she asked.

Chu Xing raised his hand to look at the clock: "It's almost seven o'clock, get up and eat."

"Hubby, I found that business cooperation is much more difficult than writing articles." Ru Meng said with a painful and helpless expression.

Chu Xing gently brushed away the strands of hair on Ru Meng's forehead, a hint of pity in his deep dark eyes: "Then don't force it, 200 million is enough for you to spend your whole life, and I don't want you to give me a supercar."

"That won't work. I think there are many readers who want my works to be made into film and television dramas. People should still have dreams. What if they come true?" Ru Meng said without hesitation, with a firm tone.

She was resurrected like a chicken!

"I wish your dream will come true!" Chu Xing said. He stood up and pulled Ru Meng up. "Eat and recharge, then continue your research. You are only one step away from your dream. You can't fall in the darkness before dawn."

Ru Meng saw Chu Xing making her favorite steamed pork ribs. Her clear and lively eyes sparkled with light. She couldn't wait to pick up a piece and put it in her mouth. Finally, she looked at Chu Xing with a surprised look:

"It's delicious. I didn't expect that Master Chu, who has never done any cooking, can cook such a good dish. I like it!"

When Chu Xing saw Ru Meng eating so happily, a hint of surprise appeared in his clear dark eyes. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and then he picked up a piece of ribs and fed it to Ru Meng: "It's delicious, just eat a few more pieces, I made it for you."

Rumeng was deeply moved. Was the neglect of the past three years for the happiness of today?

I remember when I was a child, I didn’t understand the plot when I watched Tang Monk and his two disciples going to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures. So I asked my grandmother why Tang Monk and his two disciples had to walk to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures, and why they had to fight to the death with demons and monsters?

Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie can both fly on clouds, so can't they carry Tang Seng and do somersaults together? It would be much easier.

At that time, my grandmother explained that because Tang Seng wanted to obtain the true scriptures, he had to go through so many hardships before he could achieve his goal, and he could not miss even a single hardship.

That is what people often say nowadays, there will be no fewer detours in life.

At that time, Rumeng was still young and had only a vague understanding.

It was not until this moment that she understood that she had to endure the suffering she deserved.

Everything is destined, no one can help.

As Ru Meng was thinking, tears blurred her vision. She turned her head away awkwardly so as not to look at Chu Xing. Unexpectedly, the movement was too big and tears rolled down onto the dining table, blossoming into a tear of happiness.

When he first woke up, he was surprised: "What happened? Did you bite your lip or break your teeth?"

"The ribs you cooked are so delicious." Ru Meng said with a tearful voice.

Wake up: "......"

Shouldn’t you be happy if it tastes delicious? Why are you crying about this?

He couldn't help but laugh secretly. It won't be difficult to coax you in the future. Just steam a few pieces of pork ribs and it will be done. It will be more effective than a 200 million betrothal gift. It's too late to find out and it's a big loss.

Chu Xing took advantage of Ru Meng's happy tears to pick up a piece of pork ribs and put it in his mouth to taste. He paused while chewing the pork ribs, and stared at Ru Meng with a hint of surprise in his deep dark pupils...

Rumeng, Rumeng, you really give me face. How can I thank you?