Chapter 51.2

Xu Yuan looked at Meng Zhengrong. Although what he said was correct and logical, and she understood he answered honestly because she asked, she still felt a lingering frustration. She decided to vent it and kicked Meng Zhengrong, saying the words she hadn’t dared to voice in her past life, “Why are you so cold-blooded? Did I provoke you? I didn’t hinder you in any way. Why would you kill him? You could just treat him like a fart and let it go! Being so petty clearly means you wouldn’t make a good emperor!”

Meng Zhengrong felt he had suffered an unwarranted disaster; speaking the truth had gotten him scolded…

However, he couldn’t reason with his wife at this moment. He quickly hugged Xu Yuan, trying to soothe her, “I was just saying that; why are you getting upset with me?”

Xu Yuan already understood quite well. After venting her inexplicable and unreasonable anger, she began to calm down.

Forget it, forget it; ultimately, it’s the victor who survives.

After all, those were just bygone clouds; they were in the past, and she needed to let go of it completely.

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Meng Zhengrong noticed that Xu Yuan really liked the globe in his study.

He hadn’t paid attention to it before, but in the past few days, he had noticed that after finishing her book, she would run to the globe and stare at it for more than ten minutes.

One day, with nothing to do, Meng Zhengrong walked up behind her, draping an arm over her shoulder, and asked, “Is it really that beautiful?”

Xu Yuan thought to herself that Meng Zhengrong wasn’t from her era, so he naturally wouldn’t understand what amazed her. “It’s incredible that the place we live in is a sphere. It’s still hard to believe when I think about it.”

Meng Zhengrong looked at Xu Yuan’s profile and felt she resembled a child discovering a new toy.

Even such ordinary little things could capture her attention.

“Really amazing?” Meng Zhengrong chuckled, “Isn’t this something you’ve known since childhood?”

Xu Yuan didn’t plan to explain too much to Meng Zhengrong because she felt that the things she found amazing were things he had known since he was little, which would only make her seem ignorant.

After work that day, Meng Zhengrong went to the public welfare project department and saw that Fang Mingyang’s desk was empty, feeling as if the air had become fresher.

When he reached the door of Xu Yuan’s office, he saw her organizing her desk. He walked over and said, “Let’s eat outside today.”

Xu Yuan looked up at him. Although she didn’t understand why they had to eat out, she nodded, “… Oh.”

It didn’t matter where they ate.

When they arrived at the parking lot, they happened to run into Song Yu, who had just been discharged from the hospital a few days ago. He approached them, carrying a laptop bag. “Are you guys going to eat? Are you going back or eating out? Bring me along!”

Xu Yuan thought Meng Zhengrong would agree, but to her surprise, he shook his head decisively, “Not today. You can find somewhere else to eat.”

Song Yu exclaimed, “Is today some important day? An anniversary? No, you haven’t been married for a year yet.”

Meng Zhengrong couldn’t be bothered to respond to Song Yu and dragged Xu Yuan towards the parking area, leaving Song Yu shouting behind them, “What’s the occasion?!”

Once Xu Yuan got in the car, she felt a bit curious. “What’s today’s date?”

In the past, Song Yu had occasionally mooched off meals, and although Meng Zhengrong was usually unfriendly to him, he would generally allow him to eat. This outright refusal was a first, and the key point was Meng Zhengrong’s “not today,” which was suspicious.

Even Xu Yuan began to ponder what day it could be.

It wasn’t her birthday, nor was it his; it wasn’t their wedding anniversary either. Could it be their engagement anniversary? That seemed somewhat plausible.

Meng Zhengrong leaned over to fasten Xu Yuan’s seatbelt and patted her head, “I’ll tell you later.”

“Why is Song Yu back to work so quickly?” After resolving that misunderstanding, Xu Yuan had no issue with Song Yu. Instead, she was curious about his relationship with Yu Yu.

Yu Yu didn’t seem keen on talking about Song Yu, and even if she did, her tone was filled with disdain, which was telling. It looked like Song Yu had a long way to go in his pursuit.

Meng Zhengrong glanced at Xu Yuan, “If I tell you, will you tell Yu Yu?”

“Does his work have anything to do with Yu Yu?”

“Sort of.”

“If you tell me, I won’t tell her.”

Meng Zhengrong replied, “Song Yu is here to submit a leave request.”

“A leave request? Didn’t he just get discharged?”

“He’s planning to go to the production team where Yu Yu is, asking someone there to give him a cameo role.”

Xu Yuan said, “… I’m impressed.”

“Alright, enough about them. What do you want to eat?” Meng Zhengrong glanced at his watch; it wasn’t early anymore.

“Anything is fine.”

If Xu Yuan had known that Meng Zhengrong was taking her out for steak, she wouldn’t have said “anything.”

The atmosphere here was nice, with someone playing the violin, and it was relatively quiet, but Xu Yuan still preferred a livelier hot pot restaurant.

Of course, this made Xu Yuan more suspicious. Usually, when she said “anything,” Meng Zhengrong would consider her preferences. But today, they had come to a pleasant Western restaurant. Could it really be some significant anniversary?

If you know that Meng Zhengrong is someone who doesn’t even care about his own birthday, then what day could it be?

That evening was arranged quite elaborately by Meng Zhengrong.

After dinner, he took Xu Yuan out shopping, bought her a pair of shoes, and finally went to see a movie.

Meng Zhengrong understood Xu Yuan’s nature; usually, just shopping could make her happy, so he felt a bit confident about what was coming next.

Once they got home, Xu Yuan eagerly tried on her new shoes and admired herself in the full-length mirror.

Meng Zhengrong hugged her from behind, kissed her earlobe, and then, as if performing a magic trick, produced a box. “Here’s a gift for you.”

Xu Yuan took it, opened the box, and found a necklace inside.

She already had many necklaces, but this one was special. The pendant was a small globe, and when she looked closer, she gasped in surprise, “It’s the Earth…”

“It’s a miniature crystal globe.” Meng Zhengrong leaned in to kiss her cheek, and his hands, without her noticing, had slowly moved to a certain area. “I noticed you really liked it. You always look at it in the study, so I had it made. Do you like it?”

“Mm, it’s nice.”

Xu Yuan was so enamored with the little pendant that she couldn’t take her eyes off it. In her excitement over the new gift, she didn’t notice Meng Zhengrong’s actions at all.

When she finally came to her senses, she realized her skirt had been pushed up to her waist. Startled, she pushed him away and hurriedly stepped aside, then thought about how strange Meng Zhengrong was acting today. “What’s going on with you? Why are you giving me a necklace?”

Meng Zhengrong, now somewhat affected, stepped in front of Xu Yuan, wanting to embrace her, but she dodged him. Helplessly, he reached out to undo the buttons of his shirt. His voice was slightly husky, as if he were suppressing something, and he seemed entirely different from his usual self. “Don’t you remember what day it is today?”

“Engagement anniversary?” Xu Yuan guessed, thinking that seemed somewhat plausible.

Meng Zhengrong shook his head. “Honestly, I’ve forgotten which day we got engaged.”

Xu Yuan was silent.

She didn’t remember either, so that made them even.

Then what day was it?

Meng Zhengrong chuckled softly, his voice so sensual that it made Xu Yuan involuntarily shiver.

This man, when he got flirty, could outdo any woman.

Xu Yuan didn’t know that a man who had been starved for so long would be so uncontrollable in this regard.

Taking advantage of Xu Yuan being preoccupied, he reached out to pull her into his embrace, burying his head in her neck to inhale her fragrance. “Think carefully about what happened on this day last month.”

Since Xu Yuan had just had her period recently, she quickly remembered what anniversary he was referring to.

In an instant, her face turned as red as a boiled shrimp.

How could there be such a boring person in the world?

How could anyone be so shameless?

Before Xu Yuan could say anything, Meng Zhengrong nuzzled her face and softly said, “To celebrate, how about we… in the bathroom today… hmm?”

Xu Yuan calmly replied, “What are we going to do in the bathroom? Reenact how to murder a husband?”