FVB - 214

Chapter 214 A song for my daughter

Bright red roses are placed on the stone table in the yard.
　　

The early morning sunlight falls on the petals, sweeping away the layers of double shadows, making this bouquet appear complex and beautiful.
　　

Jiang Jin stepped forward and walked over.
　　

As soon as she went out, Mr. Meng and Mrs. Meng turned back at the same time, staring closely at Jiang Jin's figure.
　　

"Old lady, who did you think sent these flowers? Why isn't there even a signature?"
　　

"Anyway, someone is pursuing our granddaughter, which is a good thing."
　　

"Jin Jin has just returned to our Meng family. Old lady, can you please stop being so hasty and marry this girl off again? What a good cabbage, we can't let the pigs take over..."
　　

Jiang Jin did not hear the conversation between the two old couple.
　　

She walked to the roses and smelled them gently. It was very fragrant. It was not the ordinary smell of roses. This kind of fragrance was quieter and lasted for a long time.

There is a card sandwiched between the petals.
　　

"Jin'er, do you have time to have a meal at noon?"
　　

Just one sentence, a steady and powerful writing style, showing sharpness and edge.
　　

Because of this title, Jiang Jin immediately knew who the person who sent the flowers was.
　　

Li Yunting, Mr. Li, her husband who has not yet divorced.

Yesterday he said he started pursuing her.
　　

He actually sent flowers today.
　　

He also wants to treat her to dinner.
　　

Does he really want to pursue her?
　　

Or is it because she confessed to her children yesterday?
　　

Perhaps the children had told him.
　　

He knew that she already knew, so he asked her to have a meal today to discuss hush money?
　　

Jiang Jin didn't really care.

　　

"Ahem!"
　　

Meng Shen cleared his throat and walked over.
　　

He is very free at home, wearing a vest and flowery pants, with a pair of flip-flops on his feet.
　　

He hadn't shaved his beard either.
　　

He looks a bit like an elderly person at least.
　　

He glanced at the rose with disdain: "The petals are withered, but they have the nerve to send them here. I don't even want roses like this!"
　　

Jiang Jin looked at him lightly: "Unfortunately, it's not for you."
　　

Meng Shen: "..."
　　

Will this girl die if she doesn't get angry with him for one day?

His sharp eyes saw the card in Jiang Jin's hand, and he suddenly became angry again: "Jin'er, who allowed him to call you Jin'er? What does he want to do by calling you so affectionately? Is he getting close to our Meng family? Jin Jin, what are you doing now? You are the eldest lady of the Meng family. You can spend our Meng family’s money however you want, but don’t let the bad guys outside cheat you away with just one meal..."
　　

Jiang Jin said nothing.
　　

She picked up the roses on the stone table, turned around and left.
　　

"Hey! Bad girl!" Meng Shen chased after her, "I'm your dad, and I'm doing this for your own good. If you have to go on a date, then take me with you, and I'll help you identify scumbags..."
　　

"Clang!"
　　

Jiang Jin threw the ninety-nine roses directly into the trash can.
　　

She tore the card into pieces and threw them in as well.
　　

Then she went to the dining room to eat without looking back.
　　

Meng Shen: "..."
　　

Mr. Meng came over and patted him on the shoulder: "Son, how about this."
　　

Meng Shen thought it was his biological father who came to give him advice, and he immediately looked like he was all ears.
　　

"Jin Jin will definitely not recognize you as his father. You should just move out, find a woman to marry as soon as possible, and have another child as soon as possible before your fertility declines."

Meng Shenbao's eyes widened: "If you want to drive me out, just say so, okay?"
　　

Mr. Meng nodded: "Since you understand, let me tell you directly. What your mother means is that it's too noisy for you to live here. You have to move out today or tomorrow."
　　

Meng Shen: "..."
　　

I'm already mad at myself.
　　

He is really miserable, being despised by his own family.
　　

His own parents actually kicked him out of the house.
　　

But when he thought of the four boys from the Li family, he finally felt happy in his heart.
　　

Those four boys were not treated well by their own mother.

　　

This treatment is the same!
　　

"Hey, Meng Shen, can't you tell, you actually have some talent!"
　　

Mrs. Meng suddenly walked out of the room holding a piece of paper.
　　

As soon as he saw the words on the paper, Meng Shen became anxious: "Mom, why do you still like to run into my room to look for things as before? Give it back to me!"
　　

"I didn't dig it out this time, it fell out of your own pocket." Mrs. Meng cleared her throat and read, "I woke up from a dream, and God gave me a daughter. I have never been a dad, she actually wants me to learn to be a grandpa..."
　　

"Stop reading it!"
　

Meng Shen covered his ears.

These are the lyrics he stayed up late to write last night. The song is titled "To My Twenty-Eight-Year-Old Daughter."
　　

Preparing to be included in the new album.
　　

Before the lyrics were finalized, his mother read them out in public.
　　

This feeling is so shameful.
　　

Jiang Jin sat in the restaurant and heard the lyrics clearly.
　　

She didn't expect that someone as unreliable as Meng Shen could write such tender lyrics.
　　

"I woke up from a dream and God gave me a daughter..."
　　

Why, didn't she wake up from her dream and have four more sons...

　　

There was laughter and laughter in the Mengzhai courtyard.
　　

And in the alley outside the courtyard wall, stood an elegantly dressed woman.
　　

She is well-maintained and is about in her early forties. She is wearing a dark purple cheongsam and a snow-white silk scarf on her shoulders.
　　

The sun was not too strong in the early morning, but she held an antique umbrella.

　　

A man who looked like a servant followed behind her, and he said respectfully in a low voice: "Madam, this is it."
　　

The corner of the woman's mouth curled up with an inexplicable arc.
　　

She raised her eyes and looked at the courtyard wall, and said in a low voice: "After twenty-eight... no, twenty-nine years, we are finally going to meet..."

"Madam, do you need me to ask someone out?"
　　

"No, when it's time to meet, I'll meet her naturally."
　　

The woman turned around and left, the smell of her perfume lingering in the alley for a long time.
　　

In the past few days, Meng Shen has been shutting himself in his room and writing songs.
　　

Mrs. Meng glanced at the closed door: "It's been three days and the finished product hasn't come out yet."
　　

"Tiantian claims to be the king of singers, and he writes songs for his daughter with such ink." Mr. Meng snorted coldly, "I didn't think this guy was noisy before, but he suddenly stopped leaving the room in the past two days. Why do I feel so quiet at home?”

　　

It's like being in the capital.
　　

They were often the only two old people left in the huge house, which was quiet and empty.
　　

But now, with Meng Shen and Jin Jin clearly present, why is there such a quiet contrast?
　　

Mrs. Meng glanced at Jiang Jin, who was reading the script in the flower hall, and lowered her voice: "The four children have not been here for three days, and Jin Jin has not returned to Li's house for three days..."

Mr. Meng slapped his thigh.
　

Yes, four slimy children haven’t come for three days!

　　

This is not normal!

　　

How abnormal!
　　

"Only that bouquet of flowers arrives on time every day." Madam Meng twitched her lips, "He made an appointment for dinner every day and didn't write anything else."

Even if you want to guess the other party's identity, you can't guess it, and the raging fire of gossip can't be ignited...
　　

Just as she was talking, today's roses arrived again.
　　

It’s still the courier, it’s still a bouquet of red roses, it’s still a card, and it’s still a line of words...

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