Before leaving, Meng Zijin and An Ku chatted for a while about photography and added each other on WeChat.

Song Yunshen took a deep breath calmly and calmed his restless heart.

There will be ample time.

If he couldn't bear it, he would mess up his big plan.

"I'll show you the picture when I get back." After walking out of the swimming pool, Zheng Yuyu couldn't hold back her excitement and had already forgotten Song Yunshen, who was following her.

Seeing Meng Zijin and Zheng Yuyu get in the car, Song Yunshen stopped. It was not until Zheng Yuyu drove the car out of his sight that he turned around and walked back to the swimming pool.

When An Ku saw him coming back, he joked, "Didn't she recognize you?"

Song Yunshen narrowed his eyes and gave him a meaningful look.

"Okay, I won't say it." An Ku covered his mouth and continued to fiddle with the things in his hand.

"I just heard that An Nai graduated in July this year. It's really fast. So many years have passed." After packing up, An Ku patted him on the shoulder. "It's time to graduate. Can you start?"

"Watch your mouth," Song Yunshen said expressionlessly and then changed the topic. "That's the deal for taking photos of Guo Jiamu. Tell me when you have time."

An Ku chuckled and stopped talking about Meng Zijin.

Song Yunshen was a decisive businessman, but he was the worst at wooing women. Otherwise, he wouldn't have waited for a little girl to grow up and wait for four years.

When he knew that Song Yunshen fell in love with a high school student who hadn't graduated at first sight, An Ku was so shocked that he couldn't fall asleep for a few days.

Meng Zijin used to be a hot topic in the college entrance examination as the top scorer. It was impossible for Song Yunshen not to pay attention to her. But in recent years, he had not taken action for fear of scaring her.

After all, their age difference is eight years.

Therefore, An Ku had a bold guess in his mind.

He was waiting for her to graduate from college.

Seeing her teacher laughing silently, An Nai couldn't help frowning. "What are you doing? Why are you laughing so obscenely."

An Ku rolled his eyes at her. "How can you talk to your teacher like that!"

"You spoil me." An Nai packed up a lot of things and continued to move them into the car.

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It was March now, and a hundred flowers were in full bloom, competing for beauty.

After returning from the swimming pool, Meng Zijin was enjoying the pictures of the handsome man on Zheng Yuyu's mobile phone with great interest when she received a call from Meng Yongnian.

He was just reminding her to attend tomorrow's calligraphy and painting exhibition.

The calligraphy and painting exhibition was held every spring in Yingcheng, and the organizer was the Meng family.

Meng family was a hundred-year-old scholarly family. Meng Zijin had been influenced since she was a child, and she was the princess of this aristocratic family.

At this time, no matter how naughty she was, she had to restrain herself and pretend to be a well-educated and reasonable young lady of a rich and powerful family in front of others.

She might have been born rebellious because she didn't want others to know that Meng Zijin was the daughter of Meng Yongnian.

Therefore, even if she attended, she would only accompany him perfunctorily.

Fortunately, Meng Yongnian doted on her. He had never let the media appear in any place where she appeared. So far, no one had known what the princess of the Meng family looked like.

But this time, if the Old Master Meng was present, even with the protection of Meng Yongnian, Meng Zijin would not be able to escape.

Meng Zijin was looking through the photo of a man with eight abs, but her mind was not on it. It was not until she saw a man in a black suit on the screen that her fingertips paused slightly, and her thoughts returned little by little.

There were two people in the photo, one was her, and the other was Song Yunshen.

It was a view of her back, while he had a side face.

A side face full of tenderness staring at her.

It was easy to misunderstand that Zheng Yuyu took this angle of secret photos.

"Zheng Yuyu!" Meng Zijin shouted. She couldn't wait for Zheng Yuyu to run over, so she directly put the mobile phone in front of Zheng Yuyu and asked, "What the hell did you take?"

Zheng Yuyu was still cutting the cucumber. It was not until she tilted her head back that she saw the screen clearly. After that, she smiled sneakily and said, "Do you feel good? Do you like it? If you like, I'll send it to you as a profile picture."

"Screw you!" Meng Zijin raised her knee and hit Zheng Yuyu's butt.

"I wanted to tell you later, but you saw it yourself. Then I won't wait for you to figure it out. I'll tell you directly." Zheng Yuyu said as she worked, "Senior Brother Song definitely likes you. You can enlarge the photo, he looked at you as if looking at his wife. However, my Zijin is adorable. Maybe Senior Brother Song has fallen in love with you at first sight."

"It's a pity that you are not a screenwriter." Meng Zijin rested the screen, stroked her hair and walked back to the living room as if she didn't care. After sitting down, she couldn't help turning on the phone and zooming in on the photo according to what Zheng Yuyu had said.

She had never denied that Song Yunshen was good-looking.

But this look...

It was really incredible.

Love at first sight is like this?

She had a feeling that Song Yunshen had known her for a long time.

After staring at it for a while, Meng Zijin sent the photo to herself and then deleted the chat history with a guilty conscience.

As if she had done something wrong, she scratched her neck, coughed twice, and shouted, "I'm hungry, Zheng Yuyu."

"Okay, you wash your hands first and come to serve the dishes." Zheng Yuyu responded to her in the kitchen.

After exhaling, Meng Zijin blushed and went into the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" Zheng Yuyu suddenly raised her hand to hook Meng Zijin's chin and looked at her seriously.

"What am I doing? Serve the dishes." Meng Zijin squeezed her hand away.

"I'm asking you why your face is so red." Zheng Yuyu reached out her hand to touch Meng Zijin's forehead again. "So strange. It's not hot."

Meng Zijin felt more and more guilty. She picked up the dishes and left. "I just got rouge in the face."

Zheng Yuyu laughed and said, "What's wrong with you."

Meng Zijin was afraid of exposing herself, so she quickly found a topic to distract Zheng Yuyu.

"I have to go back to Jinyuan tonight. Tomorrow is a calligraphy and painting exhibition. I have to go home and be the princess." Meng Zijin was not in a good mood.

"Can you come out when you go back?" Zheng Yuyu blinked and asked sincerely.

Meng Zijin thought for a moment and said, "I still have classes on Monday. I should be able to come out."

"Oh, that's good. It's not a big deal."

Meng Zijin was speechless.

There was sisterhood, but not much.

Jinyuan was actually the old mansion of the Meng family. It was an antique single-family villa located in the suburbs of beautiful mountains and rivers.

The words " Jinyuan" were written by the Old Master Meng, hanging on the gate.

Meng Zijin didn't dare to go back too late. She changed her clothes and went downstairs. At this moment, Uncle Yang had been waiting downstairs for a long time. After receiving Meng Zijin, he reported to Meng Yongnian.

The weather gradually warmed up, but it was still a little cold at night. Meng Zijin was wearing a tweed suit and a hood over her shoulders. The earrings and necklace were all collections bought at the auction of Meng Yongnian some time ago. She was wearing ten-centimeter high heels, which were obviously expensive. She was completely different from the female college student who wore a down jacket worth 200 yuan an hour ago.

She was indeed Rose.

Whether it was her now or in school.

It had only been two months since she returned to Jinyuan. Meng Zijin crossed her hands on her knees. After the car stopped, she waited for the door to open and then gently put her hand on the servant's hand. Her movements were elegant.

This is Meng Zijin in the eyes of Old Master Meng.

It was also Meng Zijin after returning to Jinyuan.

There were no less than ten people standing neatly at the gate, all of whom were welcoming her.

All the way east, she passed through the courtyard and corridor to the main hall, where all the elders of the Meng family were waiting for her.

"Grandpa." Meng Zijin stepped into the threshold and greeted the elders one by one.

"Jinjin, you're back. Come on, sit down by my side." Old Master Meng's head was already full of white hair, and there were two walnuts in his hands. When he saw Meng Zijin, he didn't hide his joy at all.

"No, I'm not thin. The weight is still here. Grandpa don't just look at me. Everyone is waiting for you to say something." Meng Zijin smiled helplessly. She sat down beside her grandpa and smiled.

Everyone in the Meng family had doted on her, and even Old Master Meng, who was usually strict with everyone, had made exceptions for her time and time again. However, Old Master Meng also had his bottom line.

Old Master Meng had two sons. One was Meng Yongnian, and the other was Meng Sinian, who was sitting alone on the left side of the hall.

Although Meng Sinian was the uncle of Meng Zijin, there was a 15 years gap between him and Meng Yongnian. He was only 30 years old this year.

He was only ten years older than Meng Zijin.

However, in his thirties, he had no girlfriend. Outsiders said that he was a playboy.

In fact, that was not the case. Meng Zijin was familiar with him and had secretly seen a photo under his pillow.

To call him a playboy was to hide his deep affection.

"It's nothing. The calligraphy and painting exhibition has been held by Yongnian for the past few years. I have nothing to worry about. It's just that the people who will attend tomorrow are all influential figures in Yingcheng. You can do it, but don't forget to find a girl for Sinian." Old Master Meng still thought about it.

Meng Zijin pursed her lips and tried her best to hold back her laughter.

Meng Yongnian knew that this matter was difficult, but he still agreed. "Father, don't worry. I will arrange it."

Meng Sinian stared at Meng Zijin with interest. "..."

What was there to be afraid of? With his niece around, he could avoid anything.

Meng Zijin blinked and looked at the Old Master Meng with a smile, avoiding the scheming eyes of Meng Sinian.

"Jinjin graduated this year, didn't she?" After a while, the Old Master Meng continued to give instructions.

Upon hearing this opening statement, Meng Zijin sighed inwardly.

"Yes, she graduated in July," Xu Qiang answered for her. "She will study in Britain in September. It will take two years."

Meng Zijin frowned slightly.

"Even so, she is the only grandson of the Meng family. How long are you going to hide her?" Old Master Meng's expression turned grave. "Take advantage of this calligraphy and painting exhibition to introduce her to more people."

"Yes, I got." Xu Qiang agreed.

Meng Sinian put down one of his crossed legs and still stared at Meng Zijin with a fake smile.

After they left, Meng Zijin was asked to help the Old Master Meng back to his residence. Along the way, he said nothing but a few words that made her ears callous. Meng Zijin listened patiently, and answered whatever Old Master Meng asked.

"Don't be perfunctory. Your uncle failed to get a wife, and your parents don't want to have any more children. The inheritance can only be handed over to you." It was rare for him to be so childish. He stopped and tapped Meng Zijin on the forehead, and his tone was so sincere.

"Why can't uncle get a wife? He's only 30 years old. Maybe next year or the year after next, I'll have an aunt." Meng Zijin wrinkled her nose and acted like a spoiled child. "Even if he doesn't, uncle is so young. It should be his inheritance."

"You want the bar owner to inherit the hundred-year-old property of the Meng?" Old Master Meng's tone was heavy, and Meng Zijin did not dare to say anything more.

"Zijin is wrong."

Scholar's family, a hundred years of history.

The bar owner could not inherit.

Every word was heart-wrenching.