He Mingrun called Meng Yuan at four in the afternoon. Meng Yuan had already arrived home.
She was chatting with her parents. Meng Yuan was an only child, and both her parents worked.
Her mother was a teacher, and her father worked in a state-owned enterprise. They owned an apartment of over a hundred square meters in Modu, and the family of three lived happily.
Meng Yuan was peeling an apple for her mother. Madam Meng watched her daughter with a smile. Her daughter was growing more and more beautiful and knew how to dress herself. She looked even prettier than the campus beauties Madam Meng had seen.
Madam Meng became happier the more she looked at her. "Yuan Yuan, what have you been busy with since you returned to China? You always say you're busy whenever I call."
Meng Yuan handed half an apple to her mother and smiled, "Mom, I'm working."
Upon hearing this, Meng Yuan's father was a little displeased. "Your job isn't a proper one, and it's quite dangerous. Your mother and I were thinking, since you're back this time, we could find you a respectable job and then introduce you to a boyfriend. We don't aim for great wealth, just safety, health, and happiness."
Having worked for many years, Meng Yuan's father had encountered too many things and placed little value on money, emphasizing health instead.
For his only daughter, he had only one requirement: to find a healthy and ambitious man and live a simple, happy life like theirs, and he would be content.
Meng Yuan stuck out her tongue at her father, smiling coyly, "Dad, look, here you go again. As soon as I come back, you start looking for a boyfriend for me. Do you think I'd dare to come back?"
"I'm mainly back to accompany Mom and Dad. As for a boyfriend, it'll happen naturally. Your daughter, so beautiful, kind, and brave, will definitely find a husband who cherishes her immensely." Although Meng Yuan lacked confidence in romantic relationships, she believed good men existed in the world.
Meng Yuan's father smiled at his daughter's adorable demeanor and said, "You've been saying that for years, and you haven't brought a boyfriend back. Didn't you say a while ago that you met two friends in Jinshi? Are you still living together?"
Meng Yuan nodded quickly and handed the other half of the apple to her father.
"Dad, of course, we're living together. We lived together abroad, and we're still living together after returning. I also want to discuss with you this time. I've earned some money over the years and want to buy a house there. The climate in both places is quite good, so we can move. When Mom has a holiday, we'll go to Jinshi to stay." This was her thought, and her father also liked that place.
Madam Meng was very happy upon hearing this. "Oh! My daughter is so capable, able to buy a house herself. No matter what you do, your parents will support you, but you must promise your Mom and Dad that your own happiness is the most important thing."
"I know!" Meng Yuan smiled playfully. Every time she returned, listening to her parents' endless nagging was also a unique kind of happiness.
Suddenly, the phone on the coffee table vibrated. Meng Yuan looked down and saw it was He Mingrun. Her gaze flickered, and her heart suddenly leaped. She glanced at her parents again, picked up the phone, and smiled, "Dad, Mom, I'm going to take a call." She slipped on her slippers and went back to her room.
Madam Meng watched her daughter's retreating figure, her face beaming. "Sigh, this child, she has to hide from us to take a call. Truly, a daughter grown up is no longer just for her parents. She's grown up."
Meng Yuan's father echoed with a smile, "Isn't that right?"
Meng Yuan's room was simply decorated, with light blue wallpaper and white furniture. The most prominent feature was her wide, soft bed. She threw herself onto the bed before pressing the answer button.
"Young Master He," her tone was indifferent.
He Mingrun, hearing such a distant voice, felt a pang of pain in his heart.
After a moment of silence, he chuckled, "Yuan Yuan, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!"
Listening to the gentle voice, Meng Yuan could imagine how tender He Mingrun's expression was at that moment. "Young Master He, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!"
"Thank you, Yuan Yuan! Where are you?"
Meng Yuan clutched the ear of a gray fluffy bear on the bed with her other hand and said, "I... I'm back in Modu."
He Mingrun chuckled lightly, "What a coincidence, I'm on a business trip alone in Modu, and I'm eating dinner alone too."
Meng Yuan: "..." She felt a bit sympathetic.
Meng Yuan glanced at the time and hesitated before saying, "It's still not too late for you to go home for the festival."
He Mingrun smiled, "It's too late. I have a meeting after seven and a dinner engagement at eight."
Meng Yuan felt he was working too hard.
"Then take care of yourself. I need to go make dinner." Meng Yuan knew He Mingrun was not in a good mood. Although his light chuckles were pleasant to hear, she could still sense his unhappiness.
"Okay, I'll call you again later then." He Mingrun hung up first.
He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel, a faint smile playing on his lips. It was good that she was also in this city.
At this moment, his assistant pushed the door open and looked at He Mingrun's back. "President, the meeting is about to begin."
He Mingrun nodded slightly, "Alright."
On the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon was bright, families celebrated reunion, and mooncakes were as sweet as honey.
This Mid-Autumn Festival was the happiest one for Jiang Nuannuan.
Sitting under the pavilion in the garden, watching her grandfather's happy smiling face, Jiang Nuannuan's eyes welled up with tears. Having never received family affection, she felt incredibly happy at this moment.
Mu Jiuchen glanced at the time. He had an international conference to attend after seven.
"Grandpa, I have a meeting later, so I need to leave first. Nuannuan and the children will leave with me. We'll come back to accompany you tomorrow evening."
Jiang Beichen initially disliked Mu Jiuchen, but now he was quite satisfied with him. At the dinner table, Mu Jiuchen also doted on Nuannuan and her children.
He thought to himself that if Mu Yan came over and saw Nuannuan, she might develop other thoughts.
"Alright, Nuannuan, come and have dinner with Grandpa tomorrow evening." The old man was very happy and handed them five red envelopes.
"Here, red envelopes for the Mid-Autumn Festival too. This is for your whole family from Grandpa. It's not much money, but it's Grandpa's token of affection." He finally had a chance to give out red envelopes.
During festivals and holidays, he was envious seeing others give red envelopes to their grandchildren.
In fact, he visited Nuannuan's grandmother every year during holidays, but they never met.
Occasionally, they would run into each other, sit down together, and exchange greetings.
If he hadn't lost his son, his relationship with Wen Jun would not have become so desolate.
Ultimately, he loved her too much and couldn't bear for her to recall painful memories, which led them to live their lives in loneliness.
Although Wen Jun said nothing, she had left him with happiness.
Mu Jiuchen stood up first to receive the red envelope and smiled, "Thank you, Grandpa!"
Jiang Nuannuan also smiled and accepted her grandfather's red envelope, "Thank you, Grandpa! Receiving red envelopes makes me so happy!"
The old man smiled and then handed the red envelopes for the three little ones to the three children.
The three little ones thanked their great-grandfather and then put away the red envelopes as if they were treasures.
Su Muyan arrived outside the villa. As soon as she got out of the car, she saw her grandfather's car leaving. She couldn't see clearly who was inside, but the car window on the passenger side slowly rolled down, and she saw a stunningly handsome face.