After rebirth, I was hugged and kissed by a crazy boss

The Meng family's old house.

Meng Yunxi was standing at the gate dressed in elegant Chinese style.

He raised his wrist to look at his watch from time to time, looking a little anxious.

The banquet has begun and the guests are almost all present.

As for Yan Qing...so far, you have been late for nearly an hour.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Meng Yunxi took out his mobile phone and was about to call her when a low-key and luxurious Rolls-Royce stopped at the door.

Yan Qing got out of the car, and Deng Huai rolled down the window.

"Miss Yan, I'm going to park the car first. Please wait for a few minutes and I'll go in with you."

Hearing this, Meng Yunxi hurried to the car window.

"Sorry, the attendant and the driver are in another field. Someone will take you there."

Deng Huai's eyes flashed with a clear light, and his expression was still polite and gentle.

"May I ask you are?"

"Oh, my name is Meng Yunxi."

Meng Yunxi smiled.

"Yan Qing's cousin. Don't worry, there are many servants inside. I will take good care of her."

Deng Huai didn't say anything, but looked at Yan Qing questioningly.

"It doesn't matter, you go ahead."

Yan Qing nodded.

"If there's anything, I'll--"

She tilted her head and made a phone call gesture.

Deng Huai understood immediately and drove away.

Meng Yunxi immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but when his eyes fell on Yan Qing, he couldn't help but be stunned.

This skirt... is exactly the same as the one he hid four years ago. At first glance, it looks exactly the same.

As for Yan Qing, it seemed like he had just walked out of his sixteen-year-old self.

She still wears no makeup and looks clean and stunning.

If there is any difference, she is more mature after all, and there seems to be a bit more charm in her eyebrows and eyes.

Better than before.

Meng Yunxi suddenly felt that his heart was beating so violently that it seemed like it was about to jump out of his chest.

"Sorry, there's a traffic jam."

Yan Qing gathered her hair and smiled calmly.

"Are you anxious?"

Meng Yunxi came back to his senses, smiled and shook his head.

"Not bad. I was just worried that something might have happened to you on the way, so I almost called you."

His eyes fell on Yan Qing's tote bag, and the gentleman reached out,

"Your bag looks pretty heavy, do you need help?"

"No need." Yan Qing took a step back subconsciously, "I can do it myself."

The bag contained important things and she didn't want to give it to anyone else.

"it is good."

Meng Yunxi nodded.

"Come with me. The party is in the garden."

He led the way while talking to himself.

"The last time you came here was four years ago... But the old house hasn't changed much. I just did some minor renovations to the garden a few months ago."

Yan Qing didn't say anything, but just looked up at the oil painting on the wall at the entrance.

The Meng family's old house was originally a Chinese-style building, but there was an incongruous oil painting hanging at the entrance.

Yan Qing's grandmother's surname is Meng, and her grandfather is a son-in-law.

It is said that after my grandmother passed away, my grandfather added some Western style to the quaint old house.

These oil paintings were hung up at that time.

It seemed that all this was done deliberately by my grandfather in order to demonstrate his authority in the Meng family.

In my grandfather's view, only in this way can everyone understand that after he is gone and his grandmother has passed away, he will be the new head of the Meng family.

Even though his last name isn't Meng.

Yan Qing's eyes swept across the oil paintings.

She remembered that four years ago, her brother had said here that some of the paintings on the wall must be fake.

However, after observing and discussing for a long time, they still could not determine which one was the fake.

Times have changed and things and people are no longer the same.

When passing by a painting, Yan Qing paused.

A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

Brother...I think I figured out which painting is the fake one.

But I can't tell you anymore.

……

The Meng family's garden is also well-known.

It is like a landscape painting that blends classicism with nature, which is fascinating.

I saw green bamboos swaying and rustling on both sides of the winding path.

In the pond, there are fields of lotus leaves, dotted with a few lotus flowers. The breeze blows gently, bringing bursts of lotus fragrance.

The garden is full of towering ancient trees and lush greenery. The summer heat seems to be blocked outside this fairyland, making it cool and refreshing.

In another corner of the garden, a small stage was set up.

Several musicians played classical instruments such as pipa, guzheng, flute and Xiao. The melodious music echoed in the garden, making people feel relaxed and happy.

The guests were strolling and chatting in the garden in groups of three or four. They were all wearing Chinese clothes, and the women were wearing cheongsams of various colors.

Yan Qing followed behind Meng Yunxi, silently looking at the surrounding environment.

She saw a few familiar faces, but did not say hello. Instead, she lowered her head, not wanting to cause any trouble.

Four years later, when she came to Meng's house again, she still felt that this place was not friendly.

Difficult to integrate.

"Qingqing, the main venue is here."

Meng Yunxi turned to look at her and pointed to the pavilions and waterside terraces connected by a covered bridge.

“The dinner party is held here.”

Yan Qing nodded and asked, "Where's my aunt?"

"Mom is... at the company and will be here soon."

Meng Yunxi smiled apologetically.

"Just move around on your own first. I have something else to do. I'll come find you later."

After he left, Yan Qing found a secluded place to sit down alone and started browsing on his phone.

It is true that her mother Meng Zhiyu came from a wealthy family, but the siblings Yan Jin and Yan Qing had little contact with this circle.

This was something Yan Sichen and Meng Zhiyu had decided a long time ago - their children should have a broader and freer life.

Even if we take a step back and look at Yan Sichen's ability, although the Yan family is low-key, their assets are astonishing.

Meng Zhiyu had witnessed with her own eyes the intrigues and scheming among the wealthy families.

For the sake of money and power, even blood relatives can be killed.

She hopes that her children can live in a happy family with no worries about food and clothing, rather than being immersed in such a circle, being influenced by the people around them and becoming bad.

If one can abandon even human nature, what is the difference between him and a beast?

Therefore, after marrying Yan Sichen, she almost completely cut off ties with her original family.

If there weren't some things that had to be handled in person, I'm afraid Meng Zhiyu would never come to my house again.

Yan Sichen has always had Western lifestyle habits, but Meng Zhiyu grew up eating Chinese food.

Her husband once expressed his willingness to adapt to her lifestyle - after all, Chinese food is really delicious.

Meng Zhiyu refused.

There were delicious dishes everywhere on the Meng family's dining table, but she was always very cautious and often did not have enough to eat.

I’m not full, but I don’t dare to get more.

Her right arm was atrophied due to polio and she could only eat with her left hand.

Yan Qing's grandfather was always displeased with him and would make sarcastic remarks and scold him at every turn.

For fear of angering her father, Meng Zhiyu didn't even dare to cry and could only shed tears silently.

Every time she sat at the dining table, she would cry.

No matter how delicious the food is, it will not taste good when you eat it.

The Meng family’s Chinese food seems to be tied to Meng Zhiyu’s childhood trauma.

Therefore, after getting married, she chose Western food without much hesitation.

In Meng Zhiyu's relatively short life, the happiest days can be divided into two parts:

Before my mother died, after I married my husband.