He Mingrun pointed to the nearby tennis court, his voice low, "I'll play tennis with you, let you vent all those bad emotions."
Meng Yuan: "..." Sorry, excuse me.
Is this the romance of rich people?
Fortunately, she wasn't wearing high heels.
It took He Mingrun quite some effort to know that Meng Yuan liked playing tennis.
He had found it from her social media posts from years ago. Seeing her drenched in sweat as she played, her eyes still holding a stubborn refusal to yield, she must have really loved tennis.
If Meng Yuan knew He Mingrun's thoughts, she would have thanked him profusely. That was because Jiang Nuan had dragged her there relentlessly. After playing for two hours, she slept for a day and a night, and her entire body was sore the next day. For this, she avoided Jiang Nuan for days.
However, there was a benefit. In the following days, she persisted in playing with Jiang Nuan, and her slender waist seemed to have shrunk by a few centimeters.
Thinking this, Meng Yuan no longer felt that He Mingrun was unromantic.
Such a busy man accompanying her to play tennis, she should be immensely grateful.
The two entered the tennis court. It was quiet, with no one around, only the sound of their footsteps.
It should be crowded on a weekend.
He Mingrun seemed to read her mind and smiled, saying, "I've booked the entire place, just so you can play more comfortably."
Meng Yuan: "..." Rich people are really something.
"Thank you, Young Master He. You've spent so much for me, I feel really bad. If you ever need my help in the future, please don't hesitate to ask."
She didn't like owing favors.
He Mingrun looked at her expression. The young girl didn't seem heartbroken.
She just looked a little downcast.
"Little waist, don't be too sad. In life, who hasn't encountered a few scumbags when they were young? I understand your feelings perfectly," He Mingrun said, comforting her indirectly.
Meng Yuan just smiled and didn't reply.
Although he said that, she was the one who pursued Shu Cheng first, so she still felt quite upset.
Meng Yuan didn't think about it too much. Thinking about it now, she didn't really love Shu Cheng. If she did, she would have been crying buckets by now.
He Mingrun had thoughtfully prepared clothes and shoes. After Meng Yuan changed, she felt they suited her perfectly. The pure white color and the length of the shorts were also to her liking.
She walked out with a smile. He Mingrun, not far away, looked at her, his eyes narrowing, a mischievous smile in his depths. As expected of the woman he fancied, this figure, this appearance, he loved it!
He Mingrun also changed into white sportswear. His upright figure exuded a refined and clean aura that was captivating. His handsome sword-like eyebrows and the dark eyes hidden beneath long lashes were inscrutable. A gentle smile graced his lips.
Meng Yuan recalled a saying: a gentle gentleman, like a warm jade!
Meng Yuan was awestruck. How could she have thought Shu Cheng was handsome back then?
This was a truly handsome guy!
"Yuan Yuan, shall we start?" He Mingrun asked with a smile.
Meng Yuan nodded with a smile, "Okay!"
He Mingrun also enjoyed playing. He scheduled it every weekend.
As for Meng Yuan, she had only learned the basics, so she was naturally not as skilled as He Mingrun.
He Mingrun also noticed this and cooperated, playing with Meng Yuan. Their coordination was excellent, and they both played very enjoyably.
After two hours, Meng Yuan lay on the ground, panting, her body soaked in sweat.
He Mingrun's breathing was only slightly disturbed.
Meng Yuan envied his stamina; it was truly great!
He Mingrun sat beside her, looked down at her, and asked with a smile, "Yuan Yuan, are you feeling better?"
Meng Yuan smiled and nodded. Looking at his handsome face, she was very grateful for his company. "Thank you, Young Master He. I'm much better. Actually, in this relationship, I didn't truly put in much effort. If I were really heartbroken, I wouldn't just be a little sad. It's mostly anger – the anger of betrayal, the anger of being deceived."
Meng Yuan gave a self-deprecating smile and added, "And I'm angry at myself for not seeing him clearly. If I had been a little smarter, I wouldn't have been deceived so badly. I always believed that by striving together, growing together, and creating a future together, we would have a strong love that would last forever. But the reality proved that what I believed was wrong."
"There are many kinds of love in this world. Some are like a gentle stream, some are passionate and fiery, some are love at first sight, and some are like a glance that lasts for an eternity. My situation is not uncommon, but I just haven't met the right person."
Meng Yuan had truly let go.
The lingering resentment in her heart was gone after a hearty session of exercise. All that remained was the anticipation of a better tomorrow.
Starting from tomorrow, she would embark on a new life. Her life was still long, and she couldn't let a scumbag ruin it.
Seeing that she had such a positive outlook, He Mingrun was relieved.
However, with such a good atmosphere, why was his inconsiderate brother calling him non-stop?
If the future sister-in-law ran away, he couldn't bear the responsibility.
He Mingrun silently turned off his phone.
He Mingxin, who had been calling relentlessly: "..."
"Then let's tidy up and go for dinner. I originally wanted to treat you to a drinking spree, but then I thought, drowning your sorrows with alcohol only deepens them. It's better to accompany you for a workout."
Meng Yuan slowly sat up and nodded in agreement, "I really agree with your idea. All my unhappiness is gone now. I just want to have a good meal and then go home to sleep soundly."
He Mingrun, having succeeded, felt for the first time that he actually had some aptitude for romance.
After they changed their clothes, He Mingrun took Meng Yuan to a high-end restaurant.
They sat facing each other by the window. Outside, the lights were bright, and inside the restaurant, the light music was pleasant, creating a perfectly good atmosphere.
There was no one else around. Meng Yuan understood.
Looking at the elegant man opposite her, dressed in a suit, she asked with a smile, "Young Master He, have you booked this place again?"
He Mingrun nodded, "I want you to eat happily. I also don't like to be disturbed."
Meng Yuan looked at him, a hint of a smile flashing in her eyes. Her bright, lively eyes blinked slightly. She had to admit, He Mingrun had high emotional intelligence. His actions, while seemingly for her benefit, also highlighted his own enjoyment.
They didn't make her feel burdened, and their interactions were pleasant.
She couldn't help but recall the scumbag Shu Cheng, who always had his head buried in his phone while eating out. When she asked a question, he would give a perfunctory answer.
He Mingrun, on the other hand, was considerate of her feelings throughout.
She wondered whose husband this man would be in the future, and felt envious.
"Thank you!" she said with a knowing smile.
They had only just met, and for him to do all this was far better than her fair-weather friend who only slept.
He Mingrun's lips curved into an elegant arc. Seeing her heartfelt smile, he knew he had succeeded halfway.
Perhaps, romance was something one could learn intuitively.