A world where love reigns supreme? This is truly chaotic!

"Hello, uncle."

Xiao Yuran looked closely at the president's father. He was wearing a dark, thick knit sweater under an executive jacket. His aura was not dignified, but rather quite amiable. When he saw the two of them appear, he also showed a smiling face.

"Oh, is Yuran going too? Sure, it's a good opportunity for her and Xiaomeng to explore the local area and learn about the customs and culture."

"Dad... I'm only seventeen. What do I know about local customs and traditions?" Yan Xingmeng said in a rare, helpless and coquettish tone.

"Hey, the main thing to understand is to broaden your horizons. Every day you eat, wear, and use things, which one isn't a high-consumption item? You need to see more of the outside world and not lose sight of the mindset of an ordinary citizen."

“Okay…” Yan Xingmeng agreed casually. Perhaps this is the reason why daughters should be pampered and sons should be disciplined. If it were a son, most fathers would probably play a strict role in the family.

Yan Xingmeng's father had her late in life, when he was in his early forties. He originally planned to never marry, but at that age, he suddenly met his first love, and the two of them actually got married. They had one daughter, Yan Xingmeng, and then they never had any more children, because childbirth was just too dangerous.

Therefore, he doted on his daughter Yan Xingmeng, indulging her in most matters except those of principle. In addition, his daughter was very sensible and inherited her mother's talents in various aspects.

"Let's go, get in the car, it's almost time."

“Okay, Uncle.” Xiao Yuran nodded and got into the car. Three days was a bit short, but it was better than nothing. In addition, based on her guess, it was very likely that it was related to that Guangchang Chen.

……

At 2 p.m. that day, the group arrived at their destination and went to the hotel to rest. Sitting on the sofa in the hotel room, Yan Xingmeng was casually scrolling through her recent WeChat messages. She had to politely reply to the messages that many people sent her, but not now, as she was already a little tired.

He yawned, leaned back lazily against the edge of the sofa, and only replied to a few close friends before closing his phone.

Three days...

Yan Xingmeng's lips rested on the fingertips of her right hand resting on the sofa armrest, lost in thought for a moment. Or rather, the number of times she had been lost in thought this month alone exceeded the total number for the entire previous year, and all she had been thinking about was the same thing, the same…

How exactly did they arrive at these three-day accounts? Yan Xingmeng herself didn't quite understand what kind of confidence she had when she said those words to Guang Guangchen. She was just pretending to be confident in front of Guang Guangchen at that time.

Yan Xingmeng spoke for three days straight, which was essentially no different from empty promises like "I will definitely defeat you next time," and she even said such resolute things...

Then we should never see each other again, which means that all of this was fake.

This is a typical example of getting emotional and wanting to say something harsh to bolster one's momentum. At that moment, Yan Xingmeng felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, and if she didn't say something, nothing might change. She was as naive as a child.

Because the whole thing had dragged on for far too long, her keen observation also revealed that Guang Chen's attitude towards the matter was gradually becoming more and more annoyed. Rather than continuing like this and causing their relationship to become increasingly strained, it would be better to cut the Gordian knot quickly.

But judging by appearances is far too mystical. Yan Xingmeng had been quite enthusiastic at times, but Guang Shanchen had always seen through her, shutting her down with a single sentence. Did he really understand her that well? And she was still figuring out what kind of person Guang Shanchen was in his daily life. What good would three days without seeing each other be...?

Yan Xingmeng's gaze drifted off again. In the quiet and solitary environment, it was inevitable that she would start to have random thoughts. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Yan Xingmeng raised her eyes slightly, then got up to open the door. When she opened the door, there was her father standing in the doorway, holding a peach.

"dad."

"These peaches are quite sweet, here, have one to try."

“Okay, Dad.” Yan Xingmeng stepped aside to let her father in.

Yan's father grunted in agreement and went into the room. He saw the suitcase still sitting in the corner and asked, "Aren't you going to take your things out?"

"I'll finish getting ready a little later."

"Let's go to your Uncle Zhang's for dinner tonight."

"Ah."

Just as Yan's father was about to sit down on the sofa, he turned around with a puzzled look and asked, "Xiaomeng, you've seemed down all day. Did you have a fight with someone at school?"

"How could that be, Dad? I'm so popular at school, how could anyone have a conflict with me?" Yan Xingmeng stepped forward and took her father's arm.

"What happened?"

"..."

"You're not going to tell me? Fine, I'll ask Yuran later, she should know." Yan's father's tone was quite playful.

Yan Xingmeng quickly grabbed her father, gave him a resentful look, and whispered, "Dad..."

“If you want me to say something, then I’ll sit here a little longer.” Yan’s father chuckled, looking completely at ease, and sat down on the sofa. He placed a tissue on the table and began peeling a peach with the peeler he had brought.

Yan Xingmeng puffed out her cheeks slightly and said after a while, "Recently... I've been a little interested in a boy."

"Hmm, and then? You think about him so much that you're like you're under a spell all day?"

"father!"

"Okay, okay, you tell me, I'll peel the peach."

Yan Xingmeng frowned and continued, "I don't know what to do either. I thought I could take this step, but every time I'm too scared to move on. And he always seems to be able to read my mind. Now things are really tense between us..."

"Yeah, the loves and hates of youth, that's what youth is all about." Yan's father paused slightly, then cut the peach he had peeled into pieces and handed it over.

"Dad, you won't object, will you?"

"Me? I don't object. Why would I object? As for your mother, I'm still a kept man. Who would have thought that your father's white moonlight would come back and take over such a big company? If it weren't for your mother, I'd probably still be living in the old neighborhood with you. Oh, no, without your mother, there wouldn't be you." Yan Xingmeng was really amused by her father's words. In Yan Xingmeng's memory, her father had always been a kind and good father who was also very funny. So she must have inherited his goodness.

"You really don't object?"

"I don't object. Liking someone is a very normal thing. And I have to say, feelings are a really powerful thing. Take your Uncle Zhang for example, he..."

Yan Xingmeng had met Uncle Zhang once when she was little. He was completely different from her father, with a very upright and honest personality. When she went to his house, she was always thinking about when she could slip away. But later she learned that he had also retired, so she could understand him a little better.

"I know, I heard that after he retired, he went to do a side business, right?"

"Yeah, he runs a barbecue stall with your Aunt Xiang. The business is pretty good, he earns more than your dad."

Yan Xingmeng nodded, but she was also quite curious as to why Uncle Zhang was mentioned. Did her father also think that retiring for the sake of love was a pity?

"Hey, I'll tell you a secret, but don't tell your mom."

"Hmm, I won't talk about it."

"Well, before I met your mother again, Uncle Zhang and I were both pursuing your Aunt Xiang. In the end, I didn't succeed, but your Uncle Zhang did. Tell me about it, I was almost forty years old at the time and still couldn't figure it out. You're only seventeen now, so it's normal for you to be troubled." Yan's father slowly revealed a shocking piece of news.

Yan Xingmeng's eyes widened in surprise. "Huh? So, if Dad had succeeded back then, not only would I not have been chosen, but he would have been the one running a barbecue stall?"

"Don't look at me like that. I liked him back then, I liked him so much, so I understand what you young people are thinking. Your mother and I only hope that you can be happy. As long as you are a good young man, if you really like someone and date them, your father will not object. The important thing is how you feel about him right now, whether you want to be with him."

Yan's father spoke very clearly, leaving Yan Xingmeng completely speechless.

I told him I would give him an answer when I got back in three days.

"Xiaomeng, the answer is already here. If things are good, you don't need these three days at all. If things are bad, you don't need these three days either. If you use these three days to escape, then this relationship of yours is destined to not last long."

"It's not that I'm running away, I just..."

“You’re just a little scared, and only you can experience that for yourself. As your father, all I can tell you is to follow your heart. I also trust my daughter’s judgment,” Yan’s father said earnestly, patting his daughter’s hand in his palm.

"Hmm, I'll think about it some more."

“Okay, let’s go to Uncle Zhang’s house for dinner tonight.” Yan’s father got up to leave, but after taking a few steps, he stopped, turned around, held up one finger, and said, “Don’t tell your mother about this. I want to live a few more years.”

"Okay." Yan Xingmeng was amused by her father again, and then saw him out the door. After closing the door, Yan Xingmeng felt much better. She should just do what she felt was right...

The thing I want to do most right now is...

Yan Xingmeng turned around, quickened her pace, sat down on the sofa, picked up her phone, opened WeChat, found Guang Guangchen in the pinned post, and sent him a message.

"I just arrived at the hotel, what are you doing?"

That's right, right now Yan Xingmeng's biggest wish is to chat with Guangchang Chen, nothing more.

Bounty lottery results + book club!

The two-day bounty has come to an end, and the final bounty owed is 20 chapters. Whew, I'll do my best. First, I'll ensure that this book updates at least 6,000 words per day, instead of 4,000 words per day plus extra chapters. Due to work, I will add extra chapters every now and then, and each chapter will be 3,000 words.

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110. I'm going to see him right now!

It was almost five o'clock, and Yan Xingmeng chatted idly with Guangchang Chen. As the saying goes, if they could make something interesting out of a boring topic, then their relationship was truly extraordinary.

It wasn't until Xiao Yuran knocked on the door that Yan Xingmeng replied that she was going to eat, and slowly got up to open the door.

After changing her clothes, Yan Xingmeng looked Yu Ran up and down in her down jacket, then put her arm around her shoulder and spun her around a couple of times like she was playing with a doll, before saying, "It really fits you perfectly."

"Really? I still feel it's a little small. President, you're too thin. You need to eat more."

"Yeah, I often get so busy that I forget to eat."

"I hope you can eat more for dinner tonight... Or is it that I've actually gained weight?" Xiao Yuran was startled and touched her cheek.

Yan Xingmeng laughed and quickly said, "How could that be? Yuran, you're also very thin, okay? You're just... well-developed, with a slim waist, and your jawline is so prominent."

"Is that so?" Hearing the student council president say that, Xiao Yuran had no choice but to accept it. She said that good development was simply a matter of personal talent. Back then, it was precisely because of her figure that she attracted a lot of attention from her classmates, which made her quite insecure for a time, until the student council president appeared…

"Then let's set off."

"Okay." Xiao Yuran came back to her senses, smiled, and accompanied the president out of the room, taking a taxi to their destination.

The Zhang family home that my father mentioned was located in an old neighborhood, where moss even covered the upper floors, but my father said that this was a unique feature of the area.

Yan Xingmeng and Xiao Yuran each carried several large bags of gifts and climbed to the fifth floor. Then, Yan's father rang the doorbell, and the door was opened shortly afterward.

The person who opened the door was an elderly man with gray hair, wearing a thick casual shirt underneath. It was Uncle Zhang. The two old comrades-in-arms met again and immediately embraced each other warmly.

Uncle Zhang was two years older than Yan's father, making him sixty years old. He didn't have anything important to do, didn't dye his hair, and ate a heavy diet. He was already a size bigger than Yan Xingmeng remembered.

"You've gained a little weight since I last saw you."

"It's alright, it's alright. At my age, I can eat and drink as I please. My children often nag me, but I just don't listen. A good attitude leads to a long life, that's my motto," Uncle Zhang said proudly, raising his head.

His humorous tone was just as good as Yan's father's, and Xiao Yuran's slight nervousness immediately subsided. The three of them were then welcomed into the house.

The living room is furnished with simple furniture. It's just the two elderly people living here. Their two children are married, their daughter lives in the next neighborhood, and their grandson occasionally comes over to visit. Today, they're watching TV in the living room.

Yan Xingmeng immediately noticed a little boy, about six or seven years old, sitting on the wooden sofa in the living room watching a cartoon.

Xiao Yuran looked a little bewildered, leaned forward, and whispered, "It's smaller than I imagined..."

"Yes, this is my first time seeing it too."

Just then, the sound of stir-frying came from the kitchen. Out of politeness, Yan Xingmeng and her sister went over to greet them. Her father often came, but Yan Xingmeng herself hadn't been there in a long time. Although she was forty years older than Aunt Xiang, she would still call her "Aunt" out of respect for her family.

Pushing open the glass door, a smell of cooking oil wafted out.

A middle-aged woman with curly hair and somewhat fashionable clothes was stirring a ladle when she saw two young girls come in. She quickly said, "Go out first, go out first. There's a lot of smoke in here. The food will be ready soon."

"Okay, I just came to say hello to you, Aunt Xiang."

"Call me Auntie, haha, you're making me sound so young. My sweetie, go sit down outside first." Aunt Xiang was very friendly.

My darling?

Upon hearing this address, Xiao Yuran turned to look at the president. Yan Xingmeng was also a little embarrassed. She tugged at Yuran's sleeve and walked out of the kitchen first, whispering, "It's been several years since I last came here. Back then, I was just a kid."

Children need to be coaxed; that's how the older generation does it.

Sigh, let's not talk about this anymore.

Aunt Xiang is the girl Dad used to like. You really can't tell she's that old.

"Qixing! Come and cook your dishes, I'm done cooking!" At this moment, another sound came from the kitchen. Uncle Zhang, who was chatting happily with Yan's father, immediately reacted, stopped chatting, stood up and said, "I should go cook the dishes. Xiangyu was supposed to cook the meat dishes, and I'll cook the vegetarian dishes. It's my turn."

"You're quite particular, you've made him fat." Dad Yan patted his chubby belly.

Uncle Zhang laughed and said, "The main problem is that my meat and vegetable dishes are terrible, and I can't let Xiangyu cook them all by herself. Over the years, I've learned a little bit, so just wait and see."

After saying that, Uncle Zhang took small steps and went to the kitchen.

Seeing this scene, Yan Xingmeng and her husband couldn't help but laugh. It was truly a harmonious family atmosphere. Back then, the story of Uncle Zhang retiring and going to run a barbecue stall with Aunt Xiang made headlines in countless newspapers. Now, as they've walked their respective paths in life, only they themselves know whether it's been good or bad.

Yan Xingmeng took Xiao Yuran's hand and went to the living room, where they watched cartoons with Uncle Zhang's grandson. It was the first time either of them had met the child, who had a very cheerful personality. When asked his name, he said it was Zhang Tianqi. Yan Xingmeng thought that this kind of name was quite nice. Nowadays, many parents, in order to show off their children's uniqueness, will look up some names in the dictionary that are not easy to write and remember. They originally thought they were showing off, but when they went to school for roll call, everyone's name could be matched up, which could confuse the teacher taking attendance.

While waiting for her food, Yan Xingmeng would occasionally glance at the kitchen. Listening to Uncle Zhang and Aunt Xiang's rather shrewd tone, Yan Xingmeng didn't dislike it at all. On the contrary, she found the harmonious atmosphere surprisingly warm and even thought it might be quite nice.