However, Xie Lingzhi felt uncomfortable looking at Han Yiâs two children. Her son has been divorced for so long, yet still hasnât found a situation. Over the years, she has introduced many matches to him, but he doesnât even take a glance.
And then thereâs Tao Jia, sheâs divorced, she could find anyone else, yet she insists on being with those men from the Mei Family. Watching them loiter in front of her and her son every day makes her feel as though she has swallowed a fly, uncomfortable and disgusted.
Mei Langchi looked at Han Yiâs kids, remaining calm on the surface, yet feeling uneasy inside. So, in recent days, he hasnât been home at all; instead, he frequented familiar places to unwind.
The place he visited was the home of Li Xiaoâai. In the past few years, whenever Mei Langchi had free time, he would come here. Now, Li Xiaoâai no longer treats patients, the pocket money Mei Langchi gives her is far more than she would earn in a month of hard work.
She understands what men desire, so ever since being with Mei Langchi, she stopped taking jobs outside and stays calmly at home each day.
Li Xiaoâai is also someone who loves life; her small courtyard is always kept clean and well-planned, with spaces for growing vegetables and flowers. Whenever she has free time, she enjoys making various foods.
Every time Mei Langchi visits here, he feels particularly relaxed, and Li Xiaoâai, being tactful, never asks about his matters outside. Occasionally, when Mei Langchi is unhappy, she acts as his confidante.
Thatâs why Mei Langchi has been willing to come to her place over the years.
When Mei Langchi arrived, Li Xiaoâai could tell he was in a bad mood and did not approach him to talk. Instead, she busied herself preparing a cup of his favorite tea, then simply sat beside him, silently accompanying him.
As Mei Langchi drank his tea, he suddenly said, "Xiaoâai, how about marrying me? Give me a child."
Li Xiaoâai was surprised; she had never thought Mei Langchi would say such words one day. She has always been aware of her position.
Over these years, she learned something about Mei Langchiâs family, but she never harbored illusions.
"That might not be good; Iâm afraid your parents wouldnât agree."
"They donât need to meddle in my affairs. Besides, after we get married, letâs move to Shenzhen. Weâll have one or two children and live a good life."
"Okay." She certainly wished for Mei Langchi to marry her. After being with him for so long, she also wanted to stand openly by his side and bear him children.
"Alright, Iâll prepare, and weâll leave in a few months. What kind of house do you want?"
"One like this, where I can grow flowers and vegetables, thatâs enough." She has never been the kind of woman who is vain; she just wants a home of her own. Perhaps Mei Langchi didnât meet her earlier, but they encountered each other at the right time, and thatâs good.
She doesnât care how many women Mei Langchi has had before, but she is determined to be the last woman in his life.
...
The old man of the Mei Family schemed his whole life, calculating against everyone in the family, but in the end, he was the one caught in his own trap. He simply overestimated himself, never considering the unpredictability of life.
The day after everything was settled, Chen Haichang came leisurely to the courtyard to see them. They had met often over the years, and Chen Haichang, now in his thirties nearing forty, was still single. In his words, being free alone.
"So, when are you leaving?"
"Just finished up, itâs not like we can leave immediately. Itâs a pity you didnât come this time." Liang Qian chimed in.
"Hmm, it is regrettable not having seen the old manâs final moment. I heard he died of anger?"
Chen Haichangâs bluntness took them by surprise, leaving them unsure how to respond. It was the truth, although it sounded unpleasant when spoken aloud.
"Third Uncle, I heard you funded the building of a primary school last year. Let me know next time if thereâs something like this; I plan to contribute my resources to those in need." Although Mei Lang Jun acquired these things, he didnât intend to keep them for himself. He considered it his way of accumulating virtue for his grandfather.
"Sure, I heard there are places in the mountainous areas lacking roads, yet with local goods unable to be sold. Iâm planning to sponsor them, build some roads, then purchase their goods and set up an export company. Interested in joining? Weâll work together."