Under the moonlight

The next morning, Huang Meng got ready and was about to hail a taxi when Zhao Meng suddenly called her on video: "I'm at the entrance of the residential area."

As soon as Huang Meng answered the phone, she heard the voice on the other end. She was stunned for a moment before she realized that she had given him the location of her neighborhood before. But why did he come without saying a word?

Huang Meng quickly grabbed her bag and ran towards the entrance of the residential area. After all, he was her boss now, and there was no reason for her to keep him waiting.

"Phew, sorry to keep you waiting." Huang Meng ran to the car, panting, and said to Zhao Meng, who was leaning against it.

"It's alright," Zhao Meng said with a smile.

"Let's go." He opened the passenger door, and Huang Meng nodded to him, thanked him, and got into the car.

"Have you eaten?" Zhao Meng asked as he started the car.

"Hmm, oh, hehe, no!"

She had originally planned to slowly enjoy the breakfast her father had made, but who would be in the mood to eat breakfast if you didn't tell me beforehand and just waited downstairs? Huang Meng thought to herself.

"Then let's go have breakfast first."

"Ah!?" Huang Meng exclaimed in surprise. Before she could react, he stepped on the gas and sped forward. Huang Meng had no choice but to sit up straight. This person was still as domineering as before.

The car stopped at the entrance of an alley. Huang Meng craned her neck to look, but could only see a huge crowd queuing to order food. She couldn't even see where the breakfast shop was.

"This shop is doing really well. Their Shaxian snacks are very authentic." Zhao Meng smiled at Huang Meng, who was staring blankly inside. Without saying a word, he took her wrist and led her inside.

Before Huang Meng could react, he pulled her forward. Looking down at the hand holding hers, she felt a pang of confusion. Although they had known each other for many years, they had never been this close. The only time was when his wounds were bleeding profusely, and she pressed her hands tightly against the wounds she could reach, using all her strength.

Huang Meng watched as he let go of her hand and greeted the owner familiarly, indicating that he was a regular customer here.

"Still the same?"

"Okay, that's about right. Could you please add an extra serving of wontons?"

After ordering, Zhao Meng stood with his hands on his hips in the crowd, looking for an empty seat. His tall and imposing figure, with his neat buzz cut that accentuated his strong facial features, and his thick, dark eyebrows concealing a pair of gentle, almond-shaped eyes, created a striking contrast that made him stand out in the crowd.

Huang Meng noticed that many girls were secretly glancing at him, but he acted as if nothing was wrong and just focused on finding a seat. Just as Huang Meng was secretly gossiping in her mind about how many girls were peeking at Zhao Meng, he suddenly put his arm around her shoulder and walked to the back, where he sat down in the corner.

Huang Meng knew without a doubt that many eyes were watching her from behind. Facing Zhao Meng, she slowly leaned closer to him and whispered, "Zhao Meng, look behind me. Is anyone watching me?"

A hint of a smile flashed in Zhao Meng's eyes. He leaned closer, mimicking her gesture, and said, "Yes, but I think they're looking at me." Then he got up to get breakfast. She really hadn't changed at all! Still as narcissistic as ever!

After Zhao Meng set out the food, he handed Huang Meng disposable tableware and began to eat heartily without any hesitation. Huang Meng was also really hungry, and she did have a great interest in Shaxian snacks. She used to eat them often when she was studying in X city. Smelling the familiar aroma and looking at Zhao Meng across from her, for a moment, she felt like she had returned to the past.

While eating, my mind was filled with countless memories. Their mothers met after a parent-teacher conference, and they followed behind their mothers, him pushing his bicycle and walking slowly with her; he had threatened her to help him copy English words, and then teased her with a smile afterwards; although they had never had much interaction, news about him always reached my ears.

Huang Meng was lost in her memories, unaware that Zhao Meng, sitting opposite her, had been watching her the whole time.

After he was injured, he asked his mother to call her mother under the pretense of tutoring so that he could see her. During the time he was unconscious in the hospital, he would often hear her voice in his hazy state.

After waking up, he kept trying to recall if the small but determined figure he saw rushing into the crowd when he collapsed was her.

He hoped it was her, yet he also hoped it wasn't. If it was her, it would prove she cared about him, but what if Jinghong hurt her? So, as soon as he came to his senses, he told his mother that he needed to catch up on his missed math exam.

He just wanted to confirm as soon as possible that she was alright.

Unfortunately, what we received was the news that she had returned to her hometown to study.

I had fantasized about this meeting countless times. Since it can be called a fantasy, I had already decided in my heart that they might never meet again.

But fate loves to create surprises, and she just happened to find her company. He still remembers how excited he was when he first saw her resume, but he wasn't sure if it was her. After all, the girl who was once so innocent and cute is now so bright and beautiful.

It wasn't until I called out her name and saw her turn around and look back that I finally realized it was her, and her eyes were still as clear and bright as ever.

Zhao Meng looked at Huang Meng, who was eating intently, and snapped out of his thoughts. He raised his wrist to check the time. "You can eat slowly. I'll go turn the car around first."

"Okay, sure." Huang Meng glanced at Zhao Meng and quickly replied.

A little while later, Huang Meng came out after finishing her meal and saw Zhao Meng's car across the street. She jogged over and saw Zhao Meng leaning against the car door smoking.

"I've eaten?"

"Okay, let's go."

Before she even got close, Zhao Meng had already stubbed out his cigarette, casually opened the car door, sat down first, and took out a spray bottle to spray a few times into his mouth.