A pampered young lady from a wealthy family is reborn, choosing a rich wife over a rich man.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly.

Today is the third day of Meng Zhixue's "independent parenting," and she has decided to take Zhuangzhuang out for a spin.

She laid out a huge moisture-proof mat on the grass in the yard and started "fishing"—no, fishing for small business owners.

Because of the characteristics of visual development, most children prefer toys with high color saturation, and Zhuangzhuang is no exception.

He was originally observing ants, but his attention was drawn to Meng Zhixue as she set up a children's rainbow tent and placed brightly colored toys for digging in the sand.

The chubby boy walked up to the rainbow tent, looked at it, and then picked up a big red shovel and started shoveling dirt like Meng Zhixue.

Seeing that Meng Zhixue did not stop him, he tentatively took off his shoes and socks, his little feet stepping on the well-maintained grass, and his big, bright eyes gradually lit up with a smile.

Meng Zhixue took a picture of his adorable face with her phone.

The nanny was a little worried: "Miss Meng, it's already the beginning of winter. Even though the sun is out, the child might still catch a cold if he goes barefoot."

"Zhuangzhuang is in good health. Give him some ginger soup to warm him up; he won't catch a cold," Meng Zhixue said, understanding her concerns. She sent Xie Wei a photo as she spoke. "I've already consulted with Sister Xie Wei, and she agreed."

"That's good." The nanny was relieved.

Since the host family had agreed, she naturally had nothing to say.

After dinner.

After finishing her course as a child sensory integration trainer, Meng Zhixue sat at her desk making a sensory integration training plan for Zhuangzhuang.

After observing him for a period of time, she determined that Zhuangzhuang was not on the spectrum, but rather had developmental delays and a rather severe sensory integration dysfunction.

She specifically asked a teacher to evaluate Zhuangzhuang, and the conclusion was the same.

Zhuangzhuang is not yet three years old and is in the golden period of 0-7 years old. As long as we persist in training his sensory integration ability, he can catch up with or even surpass the average level of children of the same age.

When Xie Wei returns, she wants to discuss with her the possibility of arranging targeted sensory integration training and thinking training for Zhuangzhuang every day.

After Meng Zhixue finished the training plan, she looked at the time and realized it was already past 10 p.m., almost 11 p.m.

So fast?

She was about to ask Xie Lingfeng where he was when Zhou Yu called first.

"I'm home. Let's find somewhere to talk," Zhou Yu asked. "Blues Cafe, or somewhere else?"

Meng Zhixue is going to use him as a talisman tonight, so where can she go to the Blues Cafe?

She pinched her earlobe, and asked shyly, "Young Master Zhou, why don't we skip going outside and just come over here? Is that alright?"

"Your place? Villa number 28?"

"Yes," Meng Zhixue enthusiastically recommended. "I have a private room, which is quite large. It's very quiet to talk in my room, and I won't be disturbed."

"...Your room?" Zhou Yu asked in surprise. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure," Meng Zhixue said. "I told Sister Xie Wei, and she agreed. It's okay."

Zhou Yu chuckled softly.

He wasn't asking whether Xie Jia knew about it; what he cared about was that after rejecting his confession, she was still willing to let him into her private space.

...Does her unabashed attitude suggest that she actually has feelings for him, but she just hasn't realized it?

"Okay," Zhou Yu said with a smile. "Wait for me for ten minutes, no, twenty minutes."

He returned home travel-worn, and as soon as he arrived at Villa No. 15, he called Meng Zhixue. He hadn't shaved or changed his clothes.

He thought it was okay before, but now he thinks it's not.

"Huh?" Meng Zhixue glanced at the time, a little worried. "Do you still have twenty minutes? Can you hurry up?"

"...Okay." Zhou Yu smiled again. "I'll do it as soon as possible."

Since she wanted to see him sooner, he could hurry up.

Meng Zhixue hung up the phone and checked the time anxiously.

It's 10:45 PM.

Ok.

I hope Zhou Yu arrives quickly, and Xie Lingfeng arrives slowly.

After thinking it over, Meng Zhixue felt that fifteen minutes wasn't enough time, so she opened WeChat and contacted Xie Lingfeng, trying to delay his arrival.

Meng Zhixue: [President Xie, where are you?]

Xie Lingfeng's voice message, seemingly inappropriate, sounded somewhat cold: "Get to the point."

Meng Zhixue thought for a moment and then said via voice message: "There's a cake shop on the way back to the villa area, it's very convenient. If it's convenient for you, could you please bring me a strawberry cake?"

For some reason, I suddenly have a craving for sweets today, please!

Xie Lingfeng gave a light chuckle: 【Troublesome.】

So Meng Zhixue realized that there was no hope.

The delay plan failed.

Then let's leave the rest to fate.

Although she was a little afraid of Xie Lingfeng and didn't want to be alone with him for even a minute late at night, she wasn't that afraid of him.

At worst...

Forget it, I can't think of anything "too bad" to deal with. I'll just deal with whatever comes my way.

Meng Zhixue had made up her mind and settled down. She lay on the bed and started scrolling through her phone, continuing to watch her latest addictive TV drama couple.

While watching TV, a phone call suddenly came in; it was Zhou Yu.

She answered quickly, her face lighting up with surprise, and asked, "You're here?"

"Mm." Zhou Yu's voice was also tinged with laughter. "Are you coming down to pick me up? I brought you a gift."

After hearing only one "Mm" from him, Meng Zhixue immediately said, "Wait for me a moment, I'll be right out!"

Without waiting for Zhou Yu's response, she hung up the phone and rushed downstairs.

However, when she met Zhou Yu at the door of Villa No. 28, she was stunned to see how much thinner he had become in such a short time.

"You..." she asked hesitantly, "Have you been having a lot of trouble lately?"

A fleeting smile crossed Zhou Yu's peach blossom eyes as he raised his hand and tapped her forehead: "Don't overthink it, nothing."

"Oh..." Meng Zhixue covered her forehead.

"Let's go inside, it's cool outside," Zhou Yu said again.

"Okay." Meng Zhixue nodded quickly.

She ran down so fast that she forgot to put on a thick coat, and the night wind outside was indeed quite cold.

The thought had barely crossed her mind when a thick cashmere scarf, still warm from the man's body, was wrapped around her neck.

She turned to look at Zhou Yu in surprise, and he glanced back at her indifferently: "A man's manners."

Makes sense.

Having experienced Zhou Yu's gentlemanly demeanor for the first time in both her past and present lives, Meng Zhixue accepted it naturally and tightened her scarf even more.

The villa had its heating on, set to 26 degrees Celsius.

It was a bit hot as soon as she entered the room. Once inside, Meng Zhixue quickly took off her scarf and handed it back to Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu took his scarf and then handed her the skincare and perfume sets he was carrying, saying simply, "These are gifts."

Meng Zhixue hadn't paid attention to his mention of gifts before, but now that she saw it, she was quite surprised: "You must have had a very hard time finding your aunt and uncle abroad, yet you still had time to buy me a gift?"

Zhou Yu raised an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying.

if not?

Meng Zhixue accepted the gift, blinked her almond-shaped eyes, and looked at him with a bright smile: "In return for your kindness, I've decided to be a good listener and hear how you've been lately. Why did your aunt and uncle suddenly have an accident? What happened?"

Zhou Yu: "..."

What do you mean by reciprocating kindness or being a good listener? It's just curiosity, isn't it?

He felt a little helpless, but he didn't refuse.

He had originally planned to tell her these things, otherwise he wouldn't have come to find her after settling his parents.

Just as he was about to speak, there was a knock on Meng Zhixue's door.

A voice he knew all too well rang out from outside.

The man, who claimed to have misogyny, spoke in a natural voice, seemingly with a hint of intimacy, saying, "It's me, open the door."

Zhou Yu instinctively grabbed Meng Zhixue's wrist, preventing her from walking towards the door, and asked in a low voice, "Didn't you say your room was quiet and no one would disturb us?"

His peach blossom eyes darkened slightly as he stared directly at her.

Meng Zhixue: "...?"

what?

Did she say that?