She had always been indifferent to fame and fortune, disliking the spotlight, and was content with comfort in her clothing, food, housing, and transportation.
The old man giving her such a large estate villa had genuinely startled her.
For the sake of the old man's genuine affection, she nodded, "Okay!"
Upon hearing this "okay," Mu Jiuchen smiled as if bathed in the spring moonlight.
Jiang Nuan's gaze flickered, and she slowly lowered her head, unable to suppress the upward curve of her lips. Holding the weighty red envelope in her hand, her mood improved further.
Afterward, Mu Jiuchen also gave red envelopes to the three treasures.
The three children received two red envelopes that evening, their joy so immense they spun around on the spot.
Mu Jiuchen loved this simple happiness.
"Let's go, I'll be done with the meeting in half an hour."
Jiang Nuan: "!!!"
She felt trapped by him again!
After Meng Yuan had her reunion dinner with her parents, she returned to her room to rest. While it was called rest, she actually intended to find more clues.
As a best friend, she hoped Jiang Nuan would have a happy home.
She had been investigating near the airport for a long time, but there were no clues yet.
After looking for a long time, Meng Yuan couldn't focus on anything. In this state, she couldn't work.
Her mind was filled with the solitary scene of He Mingrun celebrating the festival alone in Modu.
Glancing at the time, his dinner party had just ended. Meng Yuan abruptly grabbed her phone from the table.
She casually plucked a rose from the vase. Her mother had bought it to bring some life to her room after knowing she was back.
She put down her phone and, with her slender fingers, plucked the rose petals. The delicate, dewy petals fell onto the table, emitting a faint fragrance.
She would call when the last petal was plucked.
"Call, don't call, call, don't call..." After a minute of this, Meng Yuan saw that all the rose petals had been plucked as she chanted "call."
It seemed even heaven wanted her to call He Mingrun.
Without hesitation, she picked up her phone and dialed He Mingrun.
At that moment, He Mingrun had just come out of the dinner party and was about to ask his assistant to book a ticket for the early morning flight back.
Picking up his phone, he saw Meng Yuan's number flashing.
He Mingrun thought he had misread it. He looked again carefully. His phone was indeed vibrating. He was very surprised and pleasantly surprised, suddenly anticipating a reunion on this Mid-Autumn Festival night.
Meng Yuan also waited nervously for He Mingrun to answer. Unable to bridge the gap of their family backgrounds, being friends should be acceptable, right?
"Yuan Yuan," came a deep, pleasant voice from the other end, filled with undisguised excitement.
Meng Yuan smiled, "Young Master He, have you returned?"
He Mingrun smiled slightly, raising his eyes to gaze into the distance. A full moon was particularly beautiful.
"Yuan Yuan, I... haven't eaten yet, so I'm not going back." He had barely eaten anything at the banquet, and he had come out right after it ended.
He was hungry but in a bad mood, so he didn't want to eat anything.
"Ah... you haven't eaten yet at this hour? Give me an address, and I'll bring you some dumplings. My mother's dumplings are delicious!" She had eaten dumplings tonight, wild leek dumplings, with a hint of fresh fragrance, and they were really good.
"Okay!" Hearing her worried voice, all the gloom in his heart vanished.
"Yuan Yuan, where are you? I'll come find you."
It would be more convenient for him to drive, and he didn't want her to run around late at night.
Meng Yuan said, "I'll send you the address in a bit."
After hanging up, He Mingrun received a message from Meng Yuan.
Looking at the address, they were so close?
Meng Yuan's family home wasn't large, but its location was excellent. Her mother and father both had provident funds, so they had chosen a good area to buy their house back then.
He Mingrun was only about a ten-minute drive from Meng Yuan.
Meng Yuan couldn't help but smile when she saw the message He Mingrun sent back.
"I'll wait for you downstairs in Jinjiang Garden. It's convenient for parking there."
He Mingrun: "Okay!"
Meng Yuan put down her phone, feeling her mood instantly improve. The oppressive mood of the entire day vanished.
Meng Yuan understood the situation, but it was a pity. She smiled bitterly; they had no fate.
Just as Meng Yuan was about to leave, her phone vibrated again. She grabbed it and saw it was Jiang Nuan calling.
"Nuan Nuan," her voice was very cheerful.
Jiang Nuan knew she was in a good mood as soon as she heard her: "Little girl, you're in a good mood!"
"Oh! It's okay!" Meng Yuan looked out the window at the dazzling, brilliant lights of countless homes.
Her mood was as bright as those myriad lights.
"Good, if you're in a good mood, I'm relieved," Jiang Nuan called Meng Yuan while Mu Jiuchen was in his meeting.
"It's fine, I'm in a great mood. What about you? Was visiting Grandpa Jiang for the Mid-Autumn Festival today smooth?"
Speaking of this, Jiang Nuan became very happy: "Yuan Yuan, I'm in a very good mood. Grandpa and Mu Jiuchen both gave me red envelopes."
"Hmph, you're just showing off your red envelopes. I'm hanging up, I'll be back tomorrow."
Jiang Nuan chuckled slyly: "My best friend knows me best. See you tomorrow!"
"Mm! See you tomorrow, Nuan Nuan. My parents really liked the mooncakes you made and even invited you to celebrate next year's Mid-Autumn Festival at our place," Meng Yuan said, walking out in a hurry.
"As long as Uncle and Aunt like them, it's my honor."
"Tch!" Meng Yuan hung up with a smile and headed straight for the kitchen refrigerator.
Seeing her, Meng Yuan's mother asked, "Yuan Yuan, haven't you eaten enough?"
Meng Yuan shook her head slightly, smiling brightly and charmingly, "Mom, a friend of mine hasn't eaten yet. I'm going to cook some dumplings for him."
Meng Yuan's mother, having gone through similar experiences and watched many college students date, immediately understood everything when she saw her daughter's mood was much better than during the day.
"Ah... it's so late, dumplings alone might not be enough. I stewed a chicken and planned to have boiled chicken for breakfast tomorrow."
"Here, I'll give you half a chicken, take it for your friend. How can one not have meat during the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
"Okay, Mom." He Mingrun really liked chicken.
Ten minutes later, Meng Yuan left with two food containers.
Meng Yuan's mother smiled as she saw her daughter off at the door, reminding her, "Don't be too late, come back early. If you're afraid to come back, call your dad and have him pick you up."
"Okay, Mom." Meng Yuan left with a smile.
Meng Yuan's mother smiled; a daughter truly grows up and away.
"Wife, I bet it's a man," Meng Yuan's father walked behind her, his tone as if he were a thief.
Meng Yuan's mother hit his chest: "Look at you, acting like a thief when there's a son-in-law."
Meng Yuan's father scratched his head and smiled, saying nothing.
Meng Yuan arrived at the entrance of Jinjiang Garden and saw He Mingrun leaning against his car.
The man wore a black trench coat, his posture even more upright than a pine tree. He lowered his eyes, talking on the phone. His outstanding looks and refined demeanor made passing women glance at him with shy admiration.
He Mingrun seemed to sense Meng Yuan's arrival. He looked up, and their eyes met. A gentle smile warmed He Mingrun's eyes, and he instantly hung up the phone and walked towards Meng Yuan.