He could only blame himself for speaking before thinking.
Once the words were out, it would be even more awkward to take them back.
If he had moved faster earlier, why didn’t he just go upstairs then?
The two adults remained calm on the surface, while Sang Miao fixed the hair at her cheek, “Then I”
She was about to say, “Then I’ll just go to sleep,” but before she could finish, she received a glance from Meng Xici.
She wasn’t sure if it was because they had developed some unspoken understanding recently, but from his gaze, Sang Miao could tell that he was saying
Don’t leave, don’t leave him alone to face his dad!
Hmm…
But what does that have to do with her~
She wanted to go to sleep!
“Then I’ll go sleep now.”
After saying that, Sang Miao picked up the cat and turned to leave, not caring about the father-son duo behind her.
Meng Xici: “…”
He remembered that.
Meng Peisheng noticed the silent exchange between the two of them, but he hadn’t expected her to leave so decisively.
However, it had been a while since he saw the youth displaying such vivid youthful energy.
The incident with the parents had eventually reached his ears, and he actually felt a sense of comfort about it.
Meng Peisheng had always believed that he had made his son too steady too early, robbing him of some of his youthful spirit.
But some things, no matter how much he interfered, would not necessarily result in the best outcome.
What he could do was provide him with the best environment and let him grow freely, offering guidance when needed.
The child was very excellent; it was the result of both his parents’ genes and his own growth.
It was easy to imagine that if Meng Xici had been raised by his parents, he would have had an even freer and more carefree life.
In the end, he didn’t know how to be a good father.
Meng Peisheng collected his thoughts and looked at the somewhat lost Meng Xici, “Want to eat something?”
Meng Xici: “…Anything is fine.”
Meng Peisheng thought for a moment and then asked
But he didn’t make any specific requests.
When they went downstairs and passed through the living room, Meng Xici remembered that he had come down to get a book he had looked at earlier and also to grab some yogurt to drink.
He wanted to read, he wanted yogurt…
The next day was Friday, and Meng Peisheng arrived home early.
Dinner was a little earlier than usual, and after a simple meal, he and Sang Miao prepared to leave.
At the event, the men were dressed in formal suits, shirts, and vests.
Meng Peisheng changed into his clothes and waited for her on the first floor.
About an hour later, a slender figure appeared on the staircase.
Sang Miao slowly walked down the stairs, her hair styled in a bun at the back of her head, revealing a long, slender neck.
The black dress was cut in a vintage, elegant style, exuding a classical elegance, perfectly outlining her figure.
A white mink fur stole draped over her shoulders, adding an air of pure nobility.
Her necklace and earrings were a matching set of ruby high jewels, round-cut with diamonds surrounding them, adding a touch of luxurious color.
Meng Xici sat on the sofa, watching her descend and then glanced at his dad.
Meng Peisheng’s gaze lingered on her for a few seconds in a fitting and polite manner, then moved up to her eyes.
“You don’t need to wear a coat.”
Sang Miao: “I’m fine, I’m not cold.”
She acted as though she wasn’t bothered by the cold, and Meng Peisheng didn’t insist, then glanced at her hand resting on the white stole.
“You’re missing something.”
“Something?” Sang Miao looked down at her outfit; her phone was in her evening bag, and there was nothing else she needed.
Meng Peisheng didn’t expect her to figure it out, and casually spoke two words: “Ring.”
“Wedding ring.”
Sang Miao glanced at his hand and saw a silver ring.
She suddenly understood, “Wait a moment, I’ll find it.”
She had never worn her wedding ring since she got it.
Sang Miao quickly went upstairs, lifting her skirt as she almost ran.
She opened a drawer where a velvet gift box with their marriage certificate and agreement was kept together.
Even though it was a marriage of convenience, Meng Peisheng had prepared everything well, though it was probably not chosen by him personally.
One of the rings was the couple’s ring, matching the one on his hand.
The other box contained a diamond ring, a high-end piece from a top luxury jewelry brand.
Sang Miao had to admit that even though it was just for show, they still prepared such a million-dollar jewel.
Taking her to such events must be for others to see, and of course, the more eye-catching, the better.
And the diamond ring was beautiful and matched her dress.
Sang Miao didn’t hesitate and put on the diamond ring, which fit perfectly.
The car was already waiting outside, and as she went downstairs, she followed Meng Peisheng out.
Watching them leave together, Meng Xici had a momentary illusion, as if it were the scene of his parents going out together.
The event was held in a private estate not far from the villa, owned by one of the prominent families in the northern city.
It wasn’t a particularly special event, but because of some connections, Meng Peisheng accepted the invitation.
Cars arrived one after another at the estate, and many guests had already arrived.
Coming with his new wife, each person craned their necks to look.
“This Mrs. Meng is quite something, young and beautiful, not only does Meng Peisheng like her, even the young master at home seems quite fond of her.”
“Is that so? I’ll wait and see if she really is a celestial beauty.”
“Beautiful is nothing surprising, haven’t we seen many beautiful people with Mr. Meng? She must have something extraordinary about her.”
Before entering, Meng Peisheng stopped on the stairs, and Sang Miao also stopped, looking at him in confusion.
He gently said, “Link arms with me.”
“…” She reached out and linked arms with him.
The butler opened the door for them, and all the guests inside turned their eyes toward them, some direct, some subtle.
The host of the event greeted them first, “What a rare guest.”
Meng Peisheng smiled faintly and exchanged pleasantries before introducing, “My wife, Sang Miao.”
Then, more people came up to chat and introduce themselves.
Sang Miao didn’t need to say much, just smiling graciously and accepting all the compliments.
Newcomers quickly got familiar with each other, and familiar faces grouped together to chat, until the host finished the opening speech, and the dance began.
The center of the hall cleared for a dance floor, and on the left side, a classical ensemble with piano and violin played.
The guests entered the dance floor, and as the prelude started, the men made inviting gestures.
Sang Miao had already taken off her stole and placed it aside.
The black dress had a backless design, and the front crossed in a V-shape, exposing her delicate collarbones.
Her long arms rested on his suit jacket.
Neither of them wore perfume, but it was obvious that they could sense each other’s presence.
It was like the fresh mountain air and clear spring water, intertwining…
The sensation was different from when they were at home, her slim waist barely fitting in his grip.
Meng Peisheng’s hand rested on the fabric of her dress, but the back was a bit low, and his fingertips occasionally brushed against her skin at the waist.
But he didn’t move further down.
Each accidental touch was felt acutely by Sang Miao, but she couldn’t avoid it.
Her skin behind started to feel slightly hot, and she occasionally held her breath, trying her best to ignore the subtle odd sensation.
She should have chosen a more formal dress… ahhh
Other dancers occasionally noticed them, crossing paths and quietly speaking.
“Did you notice anything?”
“I didn’t notice, but she’s really beautiful. They match well together.”
After one dance, Meng Peisheng led her out of the crowd.
Sang Miao felt a little warm from dancing, and just as the butler brought champagne, she took a glass.
The pale gold liquid in the tall glass carried a faint fragrance of wine.
She had never really drunk before, but usually, having a little wouldn’t be a problem, so she took a sip.
The wine slid smoothly down, slightly sour, with a mix of rich fruit and faint floral aromas.
At this moment, most of the people were still dancing, and occasionally someone came up to chat, with Meng Peisheng responding briefly.
Sang Miao drank, and after a while, she started to feel something wasn’t right.
When the people in front finished talking and walked away, she grabbed the arm of the person beside her.
Meng Peisheng turned to look at her: “What’s wrong?”
She closed her eyes and mumbled, “I… feel dizzy.”
As she spoke, it seemed like she was about to fall, but she swayed, as though her consciousness was holding her up, not collapsing completely.
Meng Peisheng quickly took the champagne from her hand and supported her with his other arm.
Seeing her almost leaning on him, he showed a hint of surprise.
He hadn’t seen her drink much
if he remembered correctly, she only had half a glass.
Maybe it was because she had never drunk before, she seemed completely unaware of her alcohol tolerance.
He helped her to a nearby sofa and placed the champagne glass on the table.
Is she allergic to alcohol?
Meng Peisheng touched her forehead and face, but there was no sign of anything unusual, and her complexion seemed fine.
For him, the event was just a formality, and at this moment, the person in front of him was far more important.
He called the estate’s butler and asked him to inform the host that they would leave early.
Sang Miao’s stole was draped over the sofa, and Meng Peisheng took it, wrapped it around her, and then put his suit jacket on her.
He picked her up horizontally and headed outside.
Someone noticed and rushed over, but before they could ask, they saw Meng Peisheng walking out of the venue with her in his arms.
In the car, he carefully placed her on the back seat, and told Uncle Zhou in the driver’s seat, “Contact Dr. Xu and have him come to the house.”
Uncle Zhou took out his phone and dialed, while waiting for the call to connect, he asked, “What happened, did she drink too much?”
Meng Peisheng helplessly said, “She only had half a glass.”
The hospital was far from here, and although she seemed to be simply drunk without any symptoms of discomfort, for safety, it was better to have a doctor check her out.
Uncle Zhou drove quickly and steadily, and within half an hour, they reached the villa.
Meng Xici was feeding the cat some treats in the small living room on the second floor, when he vaguely heard some movement downstairs.
Looking out the window, he saw the just-arrived Maybach parked outside.
He glanced at the time,
it was still pretty early, had they arrived so soon?
Since they had arrived, he finished feeding the cat and then stopped.
Just as he took a few steps out, he heard them coming upstairs.
He instinctively stopped and then saw,
His dad was carrying someone in his arms, appearing at the top of the stairs!
The person in his arms was wearing his suit jacket, with just a face and a pair of little legs visible…
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