Meng Po Gave Her A Bowl Of Soup - Chapter 3

On the last day, knowing Mingyu was coming back, Song Wanyue was so restless she could neither sit nor stand. In the end, she simply dragged Zhang Hui to a bridal shop.

Poor Zhang Hui, this salted fish who had already had her marrow sucked dry by her boss at work, had finally gotten a bit of time off, only to be dragged over by her friend and force-fed mouthful after mouthful of dog food.

When she drove over to find Wanyue and stepped through the door, the change in her was visible to the naked eye. She was like a completely different person.

To put it simply, the salted fish lying there like a corpse had turned into a radiant white swan, glowing with vitality.

From the first day Mingyu left, Wanyue had not slept well. Night after night, she missed her, but knowing how busy Mingyu was, she did not dare disturb her too much. All the emotions that surged up in the dark of night were slowly digested by herself bit by bit.

Halfway through, when Zhang Hui saw the dark circles beneath her eyes, she was both angry and heartbroken. What was this? Did “lovesickness” actually still exist in this era?

But now, the Wanyue before her had skin as luminous as jade. Her hair was pinned up, revealing her long, graceful neck. She wore a cream-white fitted sweater, the soft fabric outlining the slender curves of her figure. When she turned her head, her affectionate eyes looked at Zhang Hui with a smile. The lingering light of early morning scattered across her eyes, making her seem like a white rose moistened by water, fragrant and mesmerizing.

Zhang Hui’s heart stirred, and amazement bloomed in her eyes like flowers.

“She’ll be back this afternoon.”

Wanyue’s tone was brisk and full of joy, her lips red and alluring. “I originally wanted to keep it from all of you, but after thinking about it, I still need Huihui to help me see if it looks good.”

Zhang Hui stared at her face. “Look at what?”

Song Wanyue smiled and walked over. “The wedding dress, of course.”

Zhang Hui: …

Fuck.

She knew it.

Being called over this early in the morning definitely meant nothing good.

On the way, Zhang Hui, who had not eaten breakfast, especially went to buy fried dough sticks and soy milk. She glanced at Wanyue in the passenger seat, whose brows and eyes were full of smiles, so happy she seemed about to fly. “Want some?”

Wanyue was just like her. Not only did she love spicy food, she also relied on her figure, which never got fat, and liked this kind of fried, high-calorie food.

Wanyue refused outright. “No. Mingyu doesn’t like me eating it.”

Zhang Hui: …

After silently falling quiet for a moment, Zhang Hui gritted her teeth. “Eat. I won’t tell her.”

This time, Wanyue was extremely firm. “No. Mingyu will smell it.”

“She won’t. There’s still so much time. I have mouthwash.”

“She’ll still smell it…”

Wanyue’s cheeks grew faintly hot. After they had their candlelit dinner tonight, Mingyu would definitely kiss her… and they would also… also…

Zhang Hui watched with her own eyes as Song Wanyue’s face reddened bit by bit. She was already fair to begin with, and at this moment, she looked even more like a peach blossom brushed with pale pink, vivid and enchanting as it bloomed.

“Holy shit, Song Wanyue, enough already! Are you never going to stop provoking single dogs like us?”

Seeing that her good friend had exploded, Wanyue bit her lip restrainedly. “I’ll try.”

…

This really was a case of some dying of drought while others drowned in floods.

Zhang Hui turned all her fury into appetite and swiftly finished her soy milk and fried dough sticks. Even then, she was still puffed up with anger. “I just don’t understand it. How are you two so enduring? You’ve been together for ten years and known each other for over ten. From childhood to adulthood, it’s only ever been that one person. Don’t you ever get tired of it?”

Wanyue opened the window a little, feeling the damp air laced with the fragrance of flowers. She smiled and narrowed her eyes. “No.” Casually, she grabbed Zhang Hui’s hand and placed it over her chest.

Zhang Hui froze, then asked incredulously, “You can’t be so heartless that you want me to feel how you developed a second time after being so lovingly cared for, right?”

Song Wanyue: …

After a moment of silence, Song Wanyue looked at Zhang Hui with dark eyes. “Did you feel it? My heartbeat.”

The heartbeat that was throbbing fiercely because her Mingyu was coming back. Each beat, each sound, was telling of the excitement of their soon-to-be reunion.

Zhang Hui: …

This was truly a morning of casualties.

Being force-fed dog food the whole way was not even the worst of it. Once they arrived at the bridal shop, Zhang Hui was stimulated even more severely.

The owner of the bridal shop personally came out to receive Wanyue, her tone familiar. “Miss Song, you’re here.”

Zhang Hui looked at Wanyue. Wanyue smiled at the proprietress. “Mm. I’m here.”

The proprietress was a gentle woman. She smiled and looked into Wanyue’s eyes. “Are you still trying dresses on this time?”

For the past half year.

Song Wanyue had often visited their bridal shop to try on wedding dresses.

All kinds of styles, all kinds of colors—she had practically tried them all.

If this were someone else, perhaps the proprietress might have grown impatient. But Wanyue’s looks and figure were both outstanding. Every time she tried on a wedding dress and walked out, as long as there were brides-to-be present, they would all be stunned by her beauty. The proprietress had even especially extended an olive branch to Wanyue, hoping she would come work as a model for them, but Wanyue had always smiled and refused.

She wore wedding dresses only for Mingyu.

With Mingyu’s petty nature and such strong possessiveness, there was no way she would agree to let her be some kind of model.

Song Wanyue shook her head. The corners of her lips rose unconsciously, and her tone was soft. “This time, I’m taking it home.”

Ten years.

She had finally waited for this day.

This was Zhang Hui’s first time seeing Wanyue in a wedding dress.

Before this, she had attended quite a few weddings, big and small, and had seen brides of all kinds. Some people said that the moment a woman put on a wedding dress was when she was most beautiful.

Previously, she had never agreed with that.

But now, when Song Wanyue slowly walked out in a wedding dress, Zhang Hui’s eyes went completely straight.

Wanyue was a little shorter than Mingyu, but at one meter sixty-eight, her figure was clearly better-proportioned than most girls’. Her waist was slender, her front full, and the ethereal wedding dress seemed to float with the two words happiness written all over it. Her fragrant shoulders were half exposed. She looked at Zhang Hui with a smile, that delicate skin and sexy collarbone making people unable to resist wanting to kiss her. Around her neck, she still wore the platinum necklace Mingyu had given her.

That necklace had been personally placed around her neck by Mingyu when they had pledged their love to each other.

Now, after ten years of winding paths, along with their love and this pure white, holy wedding dress, it was finally about to bloom.

“I’m beautiful, aren’t I?”

Song Wanyue looked with satisfaction at Zhang Hui’s dazed eyes and could not help showing off. “Mingyu will definitely like it.”

Zhang Hui stumbled. Beside them, the proprietress could not help secretly laughing.

Happiness did not need to be spoken. From a single look, one could tell how deeply Wanyue loved her other half.

“So, you’re going to wear a wedding dress to propose?”

On the way back, Zhang Hui was dumbstruck by this explosive piece of news. Song Wanyue nodded, her mood excellent. “Mingyu said there will be some rain tonight, so she won’t let me pick her up, and she won’t tell me the flight number either. She only told me to wait at home. I’m planning to go back now and start preparing the candlelit dinner. When she gets home…”

Her eyes were filled with longing.

She had imagined this scene countless times.

Her Mingyu would come home travel-worn, eat the romantic candlelit dinner she had prepared with her own hands, and then she would put on the wedding dress and kneel on one knee to give her a surprise…

What kind of expression would Mingyu have?

Would she be so happy she went silly? Or would she secretly shed tears?

Some telepathy was a gift from heaven.

Starting in the morning, everyone could tell that Xiao Mingyu was extremely happy. The face that had been tense from several days of constant busyness and urgency had finally bloomed like spring. Even the partners they were working with sensed it. When shaking her hand, one of them looked into her eyes and smiled. “Director Xiao, you’ve worked hard. Seven days away—you must really miss your family.”

Xiao Mingyu heard the teasing in the other party’s voice. She smiled faintly. “Yes.”

As she said this, her hand could not help gently rubbing the ring on her ring finger. She had been wearing it these past few days, wanting it to be stained with her own scent.

She had been preparing for a long time. Today, the moment she got off the plane and returned home, she was going to kneel on one knee before Wanyue and formally propose.

Would Wanyue be thrown into panic by her “recklessness”?

Mingyu could not help lifting the corners of her lips, her eyes overflowing with light. Or would she be so moved she cried?

The business partner whose hand she was still holding: …

In that person’s eyes, she was the typical workaholic: capable, self-disciplined, a big sister type whose aura was stronger than that of many men. Whether it was her professional ability, her speech, her eloquence, or her conduct, she was convincing in every way. Who would have thought cold-faced Director Xiao also had a side like this?

In the afternoon, the older people with nothing much to do had basically all returned to the hotel to rest.

The younger ones took umbrellas and went to the nearby pedestrian street to eat, drink, and wander around, which was its own kind of fun.

Xiao Mingyu frowned as she flipped through her phone again and again. Beside her, her assistant Xiao He was also anxious and uneasy. “We finally finished rushing the work, so why are we still being stopped by the weather? Ah, this is so annoying.”

Xiao Mingyu looked at her watch. She was someone who made decisions decisively. Since the plane definitely could not take off, rather than complain, it was better to think of another way. This city did not currently have a direct high-speed rail route. If she had to transfer, it would not be worth it. She calculated the driving time. If she did not stop, she should be able to see Wanyue by evening.

It was just that driving in this kind of weather would carry some risk.

Before, when she was alone, it would have been fine. But now, she had elders above her and Wanyue by her side to take care of. She had no choice but to put caution first in everything.

When Song Wanyue received Xiao Mingyu’s call, she was in an excellent mood, wearing an apron and cooking at home. Even over the phone, Mingyu could hear her hurriedly covering pot lids and chopping vegetables.

“Hello. Are you on your way to the airport?”

Wanyue’s voice was full of excitement. Xiao Mingyu looked at the rain outside the window and restrained the disappointment in her heart. “You’re really cooking yourself? You’re not secretly ordering prepared food from outside, are you? Be careful not to cut your hand.”

Song Wanyue bit her lip. “Smart mouth. It has to be made by my own hands. When you come back, you have to eat everything.”

Xiao Mingyu smiled. “Eat everything?” She could not help drawing out her tone to tease her. “Then I’ll be so full. Will you exercise with me tonight?”

Song Wanyue blushed when she heard that and scolded coquettishly, “Bad person. Hurry back. I need to go prepare the food.”

After hanging up, Xiao Mingyu was silent for a long time. She really could not bear to let Wanyue wait in vain. She looked at her watch, estimated the time, then looked again at the weather outside the window. She instructed Xiao He, “I’m driving back. Help me keep an eye on the follow-up matters here.”

The rain on the road was heavy. Thick black clouds rolled across the horizon, and all the way, along with flashes of lightning, the thunder rumbled as though crashing onto the roof of the car. Even though Xiao Mingyu was an experienced driver and had often traveled at night before, she still focused with twelve out of twelve parts of her attention.

Only when she reached a service area halfway through did the rain let up a little. The dark clouds that had followed above the roof of the car all along finally dispersed, and even the purple light hidden behind the cloud layer burst out.

Xiao Mingyu also let out a breath. She was truly exhausted. She opened the window a small crack and breathed in the fresh air, her eyelids growing a little heavy.

The air after a rainstorm was always the freshest.

Xiao Mingyu rested briefly for a moment. Taking advantage of the lighter rain, she hurried on nonstop toward home again.

The closer she got to home, the better her mood became. Thinking of Wanyue, thinking of her mother whom she had secretly called over to attend the wedding, Xiao Mingyu felt her mind grow much clearer.

The speed limit on the expressway was 120 kilometers per hour, and Mingyu kept her speed at around 110 the whole time. When she reached a bend at the foot of the mountain, from far away, she heard a tearing blast of a horn from the opposite side shatter the valley’s silence. The exhaustion of the past few days made her reaction a little slower than usual. By the time she clearly saw the large truck coming from the opposite direction, skidding on the rain-slick road, smashing through the guardrail and bearing down on her, everything was already too late.

What did death feel like?

Once, Mingyu and Wanyue had discussed this topic.

Mingyu had introduced it to Wanyue as if it were all very true. “Mom told me before that someone from our hometown once had a near-death experience. They said that when a person dies, all the scenes of this lifetime suddenly flash through their mind one by one, like a film. Then the body can’t feel pain anymore. There’s even one instant where you can feel the soul no longer restrained by the body, leaving the shell directly. It doesn’t seem that scary.”

Song Wanyue had been frightened by her until she shrank like a little white rabbit in her arms, hugging her waist. “Don’t talk about this anymore. We both have to live well.”

Forget death.

She could not even bear for Mingyu to suffer the slightest injury.

She would hurt to death.

And now, bright red, scalding blood flowed little by little from the top of Mingyu’s head. She felt that what was flowing away was not only blood, but warmth, breath, her life.

She lifted her hand, wanting to cover the wound, but her arm only brushed weakly across her cheek.

And that ring she had secretly hidden away for so long was stained with vivid red blood.

Mingyu’s lips moved weakly. She gasped unwillingly, her lips gradually losing their color as she murmured softly, “Wanyue, Wanyue…”

What replayed in her mind were the gentle whispers of the past.

—Don’t be angry, Wanyue. I promise, on the last day, I’ll definitely come back to be with you.

After I come back this time, I’ll talk to President Xu and try to reduce how often I travel so I can spend more time with you.

Be good and wait for me at home.

We’ll be newlyweds soon.

Why did they suddenly start calling me sister-in-law?

…

Xiao Mingyu was so unwilling.

The two of them were girls who had experienced so many hardships and setbacks, so much opposition and doubt from countless people.

Only with such difficulty had they finally come together.

She still had not said to her Wanyue the words she had hidden in her heart and wanted to say thousands upon thousands of times.

—Wanyue, will you marry me?