Under the moonlight

The next morning, she took a taxi to the company. Perhaps because she arrived earlier than the day before, she noticed that many people were walking towards the small door while holding breakfast.

She hesitated for a moment, and just as she lifted her foot, she heard a familiar voice behind her. She turned around and, sure enough, it was Liang Yuanyuan.

"Hey, good morning, let's go together!" She also saw Huang Meng and greeted her naturally. Another girl next to her smiled slightly at her. It seems that the employees are indeed very young.

Huang Meng greeted them and followed them inside. It was the same small door as yesterday, but the scene inside was different from yesterday.

Everyone was busy at work, and some boys didn't even have time to finish their breakfast before stuffing it into their mouths and getting to work.

Liang Yuanyuan went into the company and went about her own business, leaving Huang Meng standing alone in the corridor, looking quite out of place. Just as she hesitated whether to pick up the fallen documents, a deep voice came from behind her: "Huang Meng?"

Huang Meng turned around and froze when she saw his face.

Seeing that she didn't speak and was staring straight at him, Zhao Meng took a few steps closer to her, looked at the resume, and then looked at Huang Meng, "You, are you Huang Meng?"

Looking at the magnified face in front of her, she finally came to her senses. "Ah, yes, that's me."

"Here's the thing, I'm the owner of this company. The person who contacted you on the phone earlier was my friend. He saw on your resume that you studied S language. It just so happens that our company has some contract issues with that country this year that we need to resolve, and we happen to need a translator."

Listening to him speak to her, Huang Meng felt as if she were dreaming. She had dreamed of similar scenes countless times, but unlike in her dreams, this time she was no longer chasing after him, but standing in front of him.

Seeing her stunned again, Zhao Meng smiled helplessly, waved his hand in front of her eyes, and heard the rustling sound of papers. Huang Meng snapped back to reality and realized her lapse in composure.

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry, I..."

"Yes, Liang Yuanyuan should have given you a general overview of our company yesterday, right?"

"Yes, I saw them all." She kept telling herself to stay calm, to stay calm. So many years had passed, and he didn't seem to recognize her at all. How could her heart still be pounding like a little girl's?

"Okay, please go sit in the conference room for a while. Later, I'll take you to our workshop and explain our business to you." Zhao Meng glanced at her, pointed in the direction of the conference room to Huang Meng, and turned to leave.

Even after sitting down in the conference room, she was still in a daze, thinking about how Zhao Meng looked just now. He still had a buzz cut, and his skin was still the same healthy wheat color as when he was a child. Apart from his taller and stronger figure, he seemed to have been enlarged proportionally, exactly like the person she remembered.

"No way, no way, no way."

Huang Meng pinched her cheeks, muttering to herself that she still felt like she was dreaming. How could she possibly meet him? This man, who had appeared in her dreams countless times, whom she had never mentioned to anyone, whom she thought she would never meet again in her life, was now standing right in front of her. If it wasn't a dream, what was it? Fate?!

Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the conference room, one could see his figure constantly busy in the work area, sometimes bending down to talk to his colleagues, sometimes frowning as he looked at the documents in his hand. Perhaps noticing her gaze, he suddenly looked at her. Huang Meng hurriedly looked away, but her flustered and slightly flushed face fell into Zhao Meng's eyes.

He smiled slightly and continued to look down at the documents in his hand. Just like when he was a child, he would feel uncomfortable and shy when someone stared at him, and his face would turn red.

He exchanged a few more words with his colleagues and hurried towards the conference room. Hearing his approaching footsteps, Huang Meng suddenly felt nervous. What should she do? What should she do? The more nervous she became, the less her mind worked, as if it had stopped functioning, until she heard the door open behind her. "Huang Meng, let's go!"

"Okay, sure." She seemed to have lost the ability to think, and simply agreed to his words.

It wasn't until she was sitting in his car, listening to the roar of the engine, that her mind seemed to come alive again. "Where are we going?" she asked, then immediately regretted it. Hadn't he already said that?

Seeing Zhao Meng looking at her, she quickly tried to cover up, "Um, I mean, where is the company's workshop?"

Zhao Meng held the steering wheel with one hand while constantly turning his head to look behind the car as it reversed. "It's not far from here, only a few kilometers away."

"Oh, okay." Perhaps it was because of his tall stature, but sitting in the passenger seat, Huang Meng felt that the air had become cramped. Every time he turned around to back up, Huang Meng felt that he was very close to her, so close that she would bump into him if she turned her head even slightly, so close that she could feel his breath.

Huang Meng turned her head uncomfortably to look out the window and took a deep breath.