Under the moonlight

Why couldn't I meet you?

Huang Meng looked at her black-screen phone and simply responded to Liang Yuanyuan before the other end of the line hurriedly hung up.

The more Xu Ao acted this way, the more uneasy she became. But if he truly didn't want to tell her, he wouldn't have given her Jiang Ying or Chen Che's contact information. Thinking about it, she had no choice but to give up and pray that everything was as Xu Ao had said.

Just as it was almost time to leave work, Zhao Meng's car finally stopped outside the company gate. Huang Meng watched him get out of the car through the glass window, and his expression seemed rather unpleasant.

"Boss, I've already called your friend. Oh, it was Huang Meng who called." Liang Yuanyuan quickly reported her work as her boss approached. After speaking, she smiled slightly at Huang Meng. Huang Meng looked at her winking and thought, "She's such a genuine girl. Even if she hadn't said anything, I wouldn't have cared."

"Hmm, what did he say?" Zhao Meng asked, looking at Huang Meng.

“The situation is not good. They really need more medical products. They are also short of medicines. I still…” Huang Meng stopped, glancing at her colleagues around her out of the corner of her eye.

"Come with me." Zhao Meng understood what she meant and led her to the conference room.

"Speak," Zhao Meng said, leaning back on his desk with his long legs wide open.

“Their situation is very tense right now. The outbreak was sudden, and there is a severe shortage of medical staff and medicines. Today, I heard him say that the area of ​​infection has expanded again.” Huang Meng urgently told Zhao Meng what she had heard.

"Um, any more?"

"Hmm?" Zhao Meng's indifferent attitude surprised her. Is there more? Isn't this enough?

This is not ancient times. Even in ancient times, as long as there was medicine, the plague would not have killed many people. What is frightening is that they are now isolated and have no medicine.

“I think it was those mercenaries from before. After they lifted the blockade, we all thought their ultimate goal was to enter the city and carry out a massacre. But now that I think about it, if those corpses were deliberately hidden to cause a plague, perhaps the current situation is their way of threatening the government. They probably also expected that the government's army would stop them from carrying out the massacre. They were just playing along,” Huang Meng said to Zhao Meng seriously.

“Your analysis makes sense, but it’s no use telling me all this.” Zhao Meng remained indifferent as he looked at her anxious eyes.

"Zhao Meng, your friend said that you were there when the civil war broke out, is that right?" Huang Meng recalled the news she heard on the phone, and she wanted to hear it from him in person.

“Yes, I’m here,” Zhao Meng said earnestly to Huang Meng.

Looking into his earnest eyes and hearing his crisp admission echo in her ears, Huang Meng was momentarily speechless. She just stared blankly at Zhao Meng until he pulled her into his arms.

The faint scent of tobacco wafted to her nose again, bringing Huang Meng back to reality. She wanted to pull away from his embrace, but the strong arms behind her tightened their grip, drawing her closer until she could hear his heartbeat.

“I was indeed there, but do you want to know why I was there?” Zhao Meng’s deep voice came from above.

"Do you remember Jinghong? It was him who left some ugly scars on my body, preventing me from joining the army. Although most of the scars are on my upper body, there's a long scar on my arm. No matter where I go, people will think I've been in the army. Besides, you know me, I've never had a good temper. What I hate most is having to greet everyone with a smile every day. I can't learn it, and I don't want to. If I always have a cold face, I'll be even less likable. So, for a long time, I stayed at home every day, not wanting to go anywhere or see anyone. What I hate most is people staring at the scar on my arm. Who knows what they'll imagine in their minds, humph..." Zhao Meng laughed self-deprecatingly.

"Later, when Chen Zhi saw that I was depressed, he dragged me to social events with him every day. He thought I should undergo desensitization training, and the less good I was at dealing with people, the more I should attend such gatherings. I don't know where he heard these big principles from, but his method seemed to have some effect. Gradually, as I met more people at the dinner table with him, I learned to deal with all sorts of people. At one dinner party, I heard someone say that Jing Hong had been arrested and imprisoned for a few years years ago. After he came out, he joined a smuggling operation and was said to be very active in S country."

"So, you didn't go to S country to seek revenge on him, did you?" Huang Meng asked, raising her small face in disbelief. She had forgotten that she was still held tightly in his arms, a rather ambiguous position.

Zhao Meng looked at her in his arms, who was staring at him in disbelief. His eyes were serious and earnest. He stared intently at her rosy lips and suddenly had an urge to kiss her. However, he still considered her feelings and swallowed hard before finally holding back.

“I hold grudges, but I also know that someone like him isn’t worth it. I went there because I heard that S country is rich in minerals, and they make various ornaments from these minerals. I wanted to go and see if I could buy a batch and start a small business. It’s better than always accompanying Chen Zhi to social events and being stubborn.”

After Zhao Meng finished speaking, he gradually released Huang Meng from his arms. Although he was a little reluctant, he was afraid that if she stayed in his arms any longer, he would really not be able to resist kissing her.

Huang Meng was still immersed in his story and did not notice that Zhao Meng had let go of her. She was still standing in front of Zhao Meng, and his long legs were still wrapped around her.

"So you went to S country for business and happened to run into that civil war. How come you didn't go to the embassy back then?" Huang Meng wanted to ask him why he didn't go to the embassy. If he had, they might have met earlier.

"When I arrived in S country, I found a local translator. He heard I wanted to buy jewelry, so he recommended Yuri to me. He..."

"What did you say? Yuri? Your friend in S country is named Yuri!" Huang Meng shouted before Zhao Meng could finish speaking, her face full of surprise.

"Yes, you know her?" Seeing Huang Meng's unusual reaction, Zhao Meng probably guessed that they knew each other.

"Does he have asthma? And there's a woman with him, a Chinese woman, named..."

"Lin Hanshuang," Zhao Meng said earnestly, looking at her.

"Yes, it's him, it's her! But they both ended up at the embassy, ​​but how did you..."

“I know, it was me who told Yuri about that small road on the outskirts of the city. At that time, their bombing was relentless, leaving people exhausted. During the breaks in the bombing, people even forgot to desperately search for safe areas and just stayed put like lambs to rest. I was with Yuri and Lin Hanshuang at the time. Yuri has asthma, and he couldn't endure the smoke from the bombardment for long, so I told them about that small road. It was the road I had walked alone when I first arrived in S country. However, I was just guessing at the time. Seeing a few faces that I had seen in the suburban residential areas among the fleeing crowd, I thought that they must have attacked the suburbs first to concentrate all the people in the city. This method was very risky, but fortunately they were rescued by the embassy.”

"But why aren't you with them?" Huang Meng asked anxiously.