Chapter 502 Extra 4: My Husband's Mission

The gifts were prepared by Ji Ya before the Chinese New Year; they were the usual standard: gold jewelry, tonics and nutritional supplements, and some clothes.

There were so many things that Liu Menglu needed help carrying them upstairs. The shopping bags were almost dragging her delicate body down, but she still couldn't hide her happiness: "Thank you, Dad."

Shen Yuan smiled and said, "If you want to thank me, don't do it in the elevator."

The two exchanged a glance, and Liu Menglu gave a charming smile.

We've been married for so long, we can understand each other's needs with just a glance.

When the two went upstairs and opened the door, Hou Qianqian saw Shen Yuan again in the entryway.

With his handsome features, well-proportioned and slender figure, and clothes from a high-end brand, the Audemars Piguet frosted gold watch on his wrist, along with the shopping bags and gifts in their hands, a glance would probably reveal that they cost no less than 10 yuan.

My best friend's boyfriend is unbelievably sweet!

Hou Qianqian felt a pang of sadness in her heart, but forced a smile: "Hi Shen Yuan, long time no see."

Shen Yuan nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Fang Lizhen rushed out of the kitchen: "Shen Yuan is here."

Shen Yuan smiled and said, "Auntie, Happy New Year!"

"Don't be so formal, come in and have a seat."

Fang Lizhen took the bag from Shen Yuan's hand, then glanced at the bag in her daughter's hand, and her eyelids twitched immediately—so much!
Gold and silver jewelry, clothes, and nutritional supplements—goodness, it's just a New Year's greeting.

Rich people are always generous!
She poured Shen Yuan hot tea, pushed the fruit and snack plates in front of him, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then went back into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, my eyes couldn't help but glance towards the living room.

"He's really handsome. He's a good match for our Lulu, and unlike those aloof rich people in short dramas, he's quite approachable."

"Those people outside say he's an old man in his sixties or seventies, open your dog eyes and look! My son-in-law is young, handsome, and rich, he'll make you furious!"

The more the mother-in-law looked at her son-in-law, the more pleasing he became. Fang Lizhen smiled with satisfaction, but when her gaze fell on Hou Qianqian, her brows furrowed slightly.

"Qianqian, I'm not trying to criticize you, but sometimes you have to know when to back down from a difficult situation."

"As for Nana, her figure isn't as good as our Menglu's, so how come she had a child first?"

Fang Lizhen muttered to herself as she cooked in the kitchen.

In the living room, Liu Menglu nestled in Shen Yuan's arms, not minding the gazes of her mother and Hou Qianqian.

Actually, it's been almost half a month since they last saw each other.

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but just thinking about it makes me feel a little uneasy.

Liu Menglu's eyes seemed to be brimming with tears as she tapped Shen Yuan's wristwatch and then glanced at Hou Qianqian.

Hou Qianqian cursed Menglu inwardly for being such a slut, then stood up and said, "I'll go buy some drinks."

After Hou Qianqian left, Liu Menglu pointed in a direction with her fair finger and whispered, "Husband, my room is over there."

Shen Yuan turned around and glanced at Fang Lizhen in the kitchen.

Is it appropriate to make a move on someone's daughter on your first visit, when you've only been there a short time and haven't even had a meal yet?

"It's fine."

Liu Menglu took Shen Yuan's hand and followed him into the boudoir.

She locked the door, then naturally hooked her arm around Shen Yuan's neck, rising slightly on her tiptoes: "Honey~"

As for Shen Yuan, he also felt a pang of nostalgia for the voluptuous magician. He unbuttoned his coat and, following the movement of his sweater...
Shen Yuan raised an eyebrow: "It's time to hand in your homework."

"Husband, check it yourself~" Liu Menglu said coquettishly.

"How to check?"

Liu Menglu smiled charmingly, took Shen Yuan's hand, and placed it on her thigh, then...
Shen Yuan said disdainfully, "Are you still this bad?"

"It's been so long since I've seen Daddy. Hmm."

11:.

Fang Lizhen had already served eight of the ten dishes, but she didn't see her daughter and son-in-law in the living room, so she asked, "Qianqian, where are they?"

Hou Qianqian awkwardly smoothed a strand of hair from her temple: "They have something to do."

Fang Lizhen glanced at her daughter's room, her lips twitched, and she silently went into the kitchen to continue her work.

It was almost midnight when the two came out of the room. They were not disturbed at all. Hou Qianqian was sitting on the sofa in the living room, while Fang Lizhen was setting the table.

Liu Menglu changed her clothes, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Hou Qianqian felt increasingly envious.

He's handsome and rich, and on top of that, he's incredibly strong?
Who wouldn't be jealous?

Fang Lizhen, having been through similar experiences, pretended not to know and invited them to eat.

The meal went very well, and Fang Lizhen's cooking was excellent, earning frequent praise from Shen Yuan.

In short, Shen Yuan's trip to wish Coach Liu and her mother a Happy New Year was a success. Coach Liu was also satisfied that she introduced Fang Lizhen to Shen Yuan. As for Fang Lizhen, she was quite pleased to have met her rumored "wealthy businessman" son-in-law.

They all gained something, but Hou Qianqian was heartbroken.

Hey, look at me a couple more times, Shen Yuan. I got up at 7 a.m. today to put on my makeup.

This sweater is from Balenciaga; I only bought it for Chinese New Year. Take a look!
We gained nothing, and even had to give up two cases of milk.
In Liu Menglu's opinion, Hou Qianqian was still too thin-skinned. She did it, but not enough, and not ruthlessly enough.

While we're eating, you could use your foot to hook his calf.

It's not cold indoors, so you can definitely show more skin.

You can even inadvertently reveal your XP while chatting.

Qianqian, the road ahead is long, don't rush, take your time. Liu Menglu felt a pang of regret.

It's worth noting that Liu Menglu's initial connection with Shen Yuan stemmed from the day she accompanied Chen Na to buy a house. The swaying headlights of her car as she jogged left a deep impression on Shen Yuan.

This was due to her physical advantages, and then, through her connections with a fitness coach and WeChat, she entered Shen Yuan's life.

Although the struggle almost killed me, the outcome was good.

Of course, she definitely wouldn't teach Hou Qianqian these things.

It can only be said that if you want to get something, especially something that many people want, you have to put in more effort than others.

After lunch, Hou Qianqian said goodbye and left dejectedly, while Liu Menglu and Shen Yuan went to the bedroom for a nap.

Because of her pre-meal exercise, the bed sheets were no longer usable, and Liu Menglu needed to change them.

Liu Menglu was too embarrassed to trouble Fang Lizhen with such an embarrassing matter, so she bent down and started changing the bed sheets.

Shen Yuan looked at her back and realized that her posture was a little off.

Wearing flesh-colored tights, she leaned forward onto the bed, almost lying on it, her movements revealing a heavy, muscular weight.

"Let me help."

Shen Yuan took the opportunity to pat it.

It still feels nice to the touch, elastic and soft, and after that last touch, the soft fat still trembles slightly, like rippling water.

Liu Menglu tensed up and said, "No need, it'll be laid out right away."

But as she continued laying the blankets, she noticed that the man behind her was becoming unruly again.

"Oh, I just made the sheets." "Don't move, hold them still."

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With a "rip," it was hard to tell whether it was the sound of a bed sheet being torn or the sound of bare legs being ripped.
Lunch break and relaxation time begins again.

At 3 p.m., the couple, who had been apart for a while, went out for a stroll.

I accompanied Liu Menglu to the mall to buy several outfits, and then Liu Menglu said she wanted to go somewhere.

After driving through several streets, I arrived at a fruit shop called "Hongjia Fresh Fruit".

It looked like a husband-and-wife shop; the woman was at the cashier, the man was moving fruit around on the shelves, and they had hired a young employee to unload the goods.

"Buying fruit? Or what?"

Shen Yuan asked, "But you don't need to come all this way to buy fruit." He turned to look at Liu Menglu in the passenger seat, who was staring at the woman sitting at the cashier.

"Got a story?"

"Yeah, that's right."

Liu Menglu will never forget this woman who spread rumors about herself in junior high school and even led the entire dormitory to ostracize her.

During that dormitory conflict in junior high, Liu Menglu seemed to have suppressed her, but only she knew that it was just a show of strength without substance.

Later, Peng Jiajia toned down her behavior considerably, but only in front of Liu Menglu; she continued to cause trouble afterward.

For example, rumors such as "being kept by a 70-year-old wealthy businessman" may very well have originated from her.

"Hongjia Fresh Fruit". Hong is the Hong of Meng Zhihong, and Jia is the Jia of Peng Jiajia.

The boy who wrote her love letters eventually married Peng Jiajia.

"Let's get out of the car, honey."

Liu Menglu opened the car door, came to Shen Yuan, and took his hand.

Looking from a distance, Peng Jiajia seemed to be accusing something, her sharp tone carrying on.

"You can't even arrange the goods properly. This is a Red Delicious apple, and this is a regular apple. The prices are so different, and you still managed to put them in the wrong place!"

"And this floor! I've told you so many times to sweep it every two hours, but you haven't swept it for ages!"

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The young man looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old and had just entered the workforce. He lowered his head and stammered as he was being scolded.

Meng Zhihong seemed to be used to her harsh words and silently tidied up the shelves as if he hadn't heard them.

Liu Menglu also noticed that the two people's skin did not look like that of 27 or 28-year-olds; it was rough, sallow, and the wrinkles on their faces made them look like they were almost 40. They also had thick calluses on their palms.

After criticizing her employees, Peng Jiajia began to berate Meng Zhihong.

"Can you please arrange things neatly? The shop across the street is stealing our business. We need to look clean and tidy. Don't you even understand that?"

As they were talking, Peng Jiajia suddenly stopped talking because she noticed a couple standing in front of the store, and behind them was a silver Mercedes-Benz G63.

When Peng Jiajia saw Liu Menglu's gaze fall upon her, she instinctively looked away.

People are afraid of comparisons, especially since this woman is just too dazzling.

She was beautiful and sexy, dressed in spotless clothes, but she felt inexplicably inferior and subconsciously adjusted her clothes.

But it looks somewhat familiar?
Peng Jiajia was a little confused. She looked up and examined the area carefully for a few more moments, then her body suddenly stiffened.

It was her!
In an instant, expressions of embarrassment, difficulty, awkwardness, shame, and inferiority appeared on Peng Jiajia's face.

The "seductive slut" she once called her is now someone she can't even look at directly.

When Meng Zhihong heard his wife suddenly stop arguing, he felt a little strange. He turned around and saw a strange man and woman standing at the door.

That woman looked familiar, but wait, it was Liu Menglu!
Meng Zhihong opened his mouth as if to say something, but his throat bobbed several times without him being able to utter a word.

Adjectives like bright and beautiful, sexy and charming, pretty and elegant come to mind.

The woman he once loved has become even more radiant and captivating. Meng Zhihong subconsciously glanced at his wife.

Compared to her, she looks like a haggard old woman.

One is in the sky, the other on the ground.

And beside her was the rumored "70-year-old wealthy businessman".

However, this is not the case.
Meng Zhihong lowered his head in shame and embarrassment, unable to muster the courage to greet him.

Liu Menglu didn't speak, but glanced at it from afar a few times before saying, "Honey, let's go."

Shen Yuan didn't ask any more questions. He got back into the car, glanced at the expressionless woman beside him, squeezed her hand, and gave her a reassuring look.

Liu Menglu smiled and said, "I'm fine, honey."

Peng Jiajia had always been a knot in her heart. For so many years, she had been holding back her anger, but after seeing her today, she suddenly felt relieved.

Peng Jiajia watched the silver G63 drive away, her face gradually turning red, her nails digging tightly into her palms.

Meng Zhihong silently tidied the shelves, muttering, "Don't spread rumors anymore that she found a wealthy businessman in his sixties or seventies. Those people outside are just spreading nonsense, and you're just repeating it too."

"None of your business!"

These words suddenly ignited a powder keg. Peng Jiajia pointed angrily at his nose: "Go find her! Didn't you write her love letters before? Go find her now and see if she even likes you!"

Meng Zhihong was baffled: "Why are you taking your anger out on me for no reason?"

Peng Jiajia thought of the handsome, wealthy man next to Liu Menglu, and then looked at her own mediocre and incompetent husband, and a nameless anger rose within her.

"You good-for-nothing! I must have had eight lifetimes of bad luck to have married you! All you've done in all these years is buy a beat-up Volkswagen!"

"Hey, you old hag, you think you're so great, huh!"

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The young man who had just been scolded was now frantically watching the drama unfold, and even considered taking out his phone to take pictures.

Meanwhile, Chen Yongxiang and Yu Shufen had just returned from buying groceries at the market and were walking down the street.

Chen Yongxiang felt a sense of indescribable satisfaction as his daughter and beloved granddaughter spent the Spring Festival together in their hometown, three generations of the family.

"Once Xinyu gets married and has children, that's how our lives will be."

Chen Yongxiang carried the groceries as he spoke.

Yu Shufen smiled and said, "Then we can retire, take care of our grandson and go grocery shopping. That would be great."

"Yes."

With a kind smile on his face, Chen Yongxiang reminisced about his retirement life, noticing a silver Mercedes-Benz G63 driving past.

“Look at this car, doesn’t it look like Shen Yuan’s?” Chen Yongxiang asked.

Yu Shufen looked over and said, "These are different. The license plate is from Xingcheng too."

Chen Yongxiang frowned: "Didn't Shen Yuan say he would be here tomorrow? We haven't had time to prepare the dishes yet."

Yu Shufen smiled and said, "Perhaps it's another wealthy person from Xingcheng. Nana said tomorrow, so it's definitely tomorrow. If he came earlier, he would have told us."

"That should be it."

Chen Yongxiang didn't think much of it and wanted to check the license plate number, but unfortunately, G63 had already driven far away, and the license plate number was no longer visible. (End of Chapter)