Meng Jingwei's little hand paused, "Ah? Master agreed? How come I don't know? When did this happen?"
She was overjoyed, stuffing the comb into Du Juan's hand, "Mom, you comb slowly, I'm going to see my master."
"You... ungrateful child."
Du Juan shook her head, her face full of doting smiles.
Meng Jingwei knocked on the door next door, and her adoptive father, Meng Tianhua, opened it.
"Dad, good morning."
She grinned at Meng Tianhua.
"You still have the nerve to smile? Look at how angry you've made your master." Meng Tianhua chided her.
"I know I was wrong, and I'm here to beg for forgiveness with thorns on my back."
She squeezed through the door crack and saw Old Chen Tou lying on the bed, covered by a quilt, sleeping on his side.
"Old Chen Tou? Old Chen Tou?"
Meng Jingwei walked over, circled to the front of Old Chen Tou, "Hehehe, Mom said you've allowed me and A Ye to get the marriage license. Master, you're so good."
Old Chen Tou was so angry he puffed out his beard and glared, "Hmph, I don't have a disciple like you."
He snorted coldly, turned over, and faced away from Meng Jingwei.
Meng Jingwei got up and went around to the other side of the bed. Before she could speak to Old Chen Tou, he glanced at her and prepared to turn over again.
But this time, Meng Jingwei firmly held him down, "Oh, Old Chen Tou, what are you doing? Agreeing to my marriage with A Ye is a good thing. I swear to heaven..."
As she spoke, she genuinely raised her right index and middle fingers, "I swear that Qing Mu Ye and I will be happy for a lifetime. If we are not happy, then..."
Just as Meng Jingwei was thinking about what to say, Old Chen Tou pouted and slapped her on the forehead, "Shut up. You're always wishing for bad things. My old bones will be angered to death by you sooner or later."
Facing the white-haired Old Chen Tou, Meng Jingwei felt his concern and affection for her. She hugged him through the quilt, "In this world, besides my parents, you treat me the best. You can't die, you have to live to at least a hundred years old."
Old Chen Tou glared at Meng Jingwei, "I won't be able to move at a hundred. I'm afraid you won't give me a mouthful of food, and I'll starve to skin and bones."
"What nonsense. I'll eat meat and you'll drink the soup, I'll eat bananas and you'll eat the peels... Ouch..."
She joked with Old Chen Tou like she did when she was a child.
Midway through her sentence, Meng Tianhua slapped her on the forehead, "Messing around with your master again, no manners."
Meng Jingwei pouted, reached out, and tugged on Old Chen Tou's beard, "Old Chen Tou, are you going to manage this? Someone is bullying your disciple!"
"Serves you right, you deserve a good beating!"
Old Chen Tou reprimanded lightly.
As they talked, the three of them threw their heads back and laughed heartily, the atmosphere lively and relaxed.
After a while, Qing Mu Ye came with servants to have a meal together.
Meng Jingwei told Qing Mu Ye about Old Chen Tou's condition. Qing Mu Ye then contacted a doctor to examine Old Chen Tou.
The result was only slightly high blood pressure, and his body was otherwise normal.
Meng Jingwei's worried heart settled. She then bid farewell to them and went to the company to work.
At eleven o'clock, after Meng Jingwei finished her walk on the catwalk, as she stepped off the stage, she met Han Junyan backstage.
"Junyan, why are you here?"
Seeing Han Junyan, Meng Jingwei was a little surprised.
In the three months since her hand was fractured, she had only met Han Junyan a few times.
Han Junyan, dressed in a white suit, was as gentle as ever. He stood before Meng Jingwei and smiled with a clear, refined smile, "Are you healed?"
"Yes."
Meng Jingwei flexed her wrist, "My hand has fully recovered."
"Mmm, you look well."
"I'm okay, I'm okay. But you, why are you here?" This was a fashion show exhibition in Lancheng, and she had come to walk the runway.
She hadn't expected to meet him here.
"I came specifically to see you."
"Looking for me?"
Meng Jingwei's eyebrows furrowed slightly.
It was fine to call if there was something. Coming here specifically, could it be... something big had happened?
She pointed to a nearby resting chair, "Let's sit and talk, there's a chair over there."
"No need."
Han Junyan waved his hand, "I have a flight in an hour, and I plan to return to Country C. Before I leave, I wanted to come and see you again."
"What, returning to Country C? Didn't you just come back not long ago and say you planned to develop in the country? It hasn't been that long, and you're leaving again?"
Meng Jingwei found it somewhat incomprehensible.
Moreover, Han Junyan's departure seemed rather abrupt.
"I've been abroad for too long and I'm used to it. I originally planned to develop in the country, but after more than half a year, I still haven't adapted."
He shrugged helplessly, "Perhaps my adaptability is too poor."
Giving Meng Jingwei a reason on the surface, Han Junyan's mission had actually been completed.
Lancheng no longer needed him, so he naturally should leave.
Facing her former first love, Meng Jingwei still felt unspeakable regret for him.
But as the past drifts with the wind, there was no need to mention what had happened, and it was time to let go of each other and pursue their own futures.
She lightly pursed her red lips, lowered her gaze, and sighed, "Since you're telling me now, you must have made up your mind to leave, and there's no need for me to try and keep you."
Meng Jingwei stepped forward, opened her arms, and gave him a hug, "Have a safe trip, and we'll meet again."
Too many words had been buried in her heart long after he left Lancheng. With the passage of time, they had been eroded by the years, making her forget them.
It felt like there were a thousand words, yet she didn't know where to begin.
Finally, Meng Jingwei let go of Han Junyan, her eyes showing reluctance.
As she hugged him, Han Junyan's heart couldn't help but race, a tremor of emotion.
But his hands, hanging by his sides, didn't rise. Perhaps he was afraid, or perhaps he was scared...
Afraid that if he hugged her first, he would be reluctant to leave.
"I have something to give you."
Han Junyan took out an exquisite square box made of gold velvet and handed it to Meng Jingwei, "A gift for you. I hope you'll wear it from now on."
"What is this?"
She curiously took the item and opened it. Inside was a delicate luxury bracelet.
A very thin, delicate luxury bracelet, with sharp edges and corners, inlaid with three blue diamonds in the center. On either side of the blue diamonds were engraved two bow and arrow designs.
"Don't underestimate this bracelet. I've cast a spell on it. It will save your life at a critical moment. So..."
Han Junyan said with utmost seriousness, while picking up the bracelet, lifting Meng Jingwei's left hand, and putting the bracelet on her, "You must wear this bracelet with you at all times."
"Pfft..."
Meng Jingwei couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle, "Anyone who didn't know would think you're a magician. Such childish words are not like you."
Seeing her laughing heartily, Han Junyan couldn't help but smile, "Promise me, you'll never take it off!"
He said this to Meng Jingwei with a smile on his lips.
At this moment, Meng Jingwei felt he was just joking.
Little did she know that this bracelet held great significance and could indeed save her life at a critical moment.