The reason Bao Yun returned was most likely because he realized he was being followed! Uncle Ma inwardly speculated. What Uncle Ma could think of, Meng Heming naturally also guessed. "That’s it?" Meng Heming raised an eyebrow. "Hmm." Uncle Ma nodded. Meng Heming knew Bao Yun well; he had long harbored resentment towards the Bao Family. If it was about their affairs, Bao Yun shouldn’t get involved. "Has the Bao Family made any moves recently?" Meng Heming didn’t like meddling in others’ family affairs, but when it came to Bao Yun, he couldn’t help but care a bit. Uncle Ma lowered his head with a difficult expression, hesitating to speak, "It’s just some rumors." "Speak!" Meng Heming’s voice was cold and sharp. "There’s a rumor that the head of the Bao corporation covets his sister-in-law," Such things were not uncommon among the rich and powerful. But if the person involved was Bao Shaojin of the Bao corporation, it was a different matter altogether. After all, being a formidable figure in the business world, people paid close attention to his every move. If he indeed did something against morals, it might bring criticism, and the Bao corporation’s reputation would more or less be affected. Meng Heming listened to Uncle Ma’s words, his brows slightly furrowing. He had heard similar whispers from Uncle Ma before, and now with Uncle Ma bringing it up again, it seemed there might be some truth to the rumors. "With the old lady of the Bao Family around, it seems this Mr. Bao may not have his way." Meng Heming remarked. Uncle Ma stood there and didn’t respond. At this point, Meng Heming stood up, exuding a clear and cold aura, "Get the car ready." Uncle Ma lifted his head, originally intending to ask a question, but upon seeing the other’s gloomy face, he swallowed his words back. "Shall I take you, sir?" "No need, I’ll go by myself." Uncle Ma turned to make arrangements, and also prepared a coat for Meng Heming. Meng Heming headed straight to the backyard, where the car was parked. When he arrived, a young driver stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Mr. Meng!" Meng Heming glanced at the driver, "Hmm." At this moment, Uncle Ma hurried over, holding a long black coat, "Sir, it’s cold outside, so take this coat with you." Meng Heming looked at the coat in Uncle Ma’s hand, his eyes flickered slightly. He took it with both hands and placed it on his wrist, "Thoughtful!" he said, and then stepped into the back seat. Uncle Ma stepped back a few paces. At this moment, the backseat window rolled down, and Meng Heming glanced at Uncle Ma, "Where did Bao Yun turn around?" Uncle Ma was a beat slow but soon understood the other’s intention and directly reported a location. Meng Heming then turned to the driver in the front seat, "Did you remember the address?" The driver nodded anxiously, "Mr. Meng, I remembered." The car slowly drove out of the garage. Uncle Ma stood under the porch, watching the car’s tail gradually disappear into the distance, his gaze becoming blank. The master isn’t letting go of even the slightest possibility! Over the years, Uncle Ma frequently went to nearby temples to pray, hoping that the master would find his soulmate and fulfill his wish in his lifetime! On the road, a light rain was falling. The driver looked young, appearing to be in his twenties, with a somewhat dark complexion, giving off a simple and honest look. Seeing that the rain outside was gradually increasing, the driver cautiously muttered, "Mr. Meng, it’s raining outside." Meng Heming glanced out the window, his eyes turning slowly, then cast a glance at the back of the driver’s head, and softly responded, "Hmm." Hearing the response, the driver grinned, showing neat white teeth, "Mr. Meng, are you heading over there for something?" Meng Heming knew he meant the destination they were heading to, and he looked outside with a gloomy expression again. The raindrops gradually grew larger, falling on the window, and the scenery outside slowly blurred. Just when the driver thought the other didn’t want to answer, the man’s cold voice came. The driver chuckled shyly. Meng Heming, seeing the other’s reserved smile, suddenly asked, "Do you have a girlfriend?" "Hehe, I do." The driver blinked his dark eyes, a slight blush of sweetness appeared on his face. Hearing the driver’s cheerful response, Meng Heming was also infected by the other’s happiness, speaking more than usual, "How long have you been dating?" "Four years," the driver answered honestly, "She’s my classmate. After graduation, we ventured out for two years, opened a small shop, but it didn’t do well, and the shop soon closed. Then, her parents persuaded her to return to her hometown to develop, while I stayed here to work and earn money." The more the young man spoke, the more enthusiastic he became, his honest face mixed with dreams of the future. Meng Heming let him talk. "I’ve made a pact with her that once I’ve saved enough for a down payment, I’ll propose to her family," the driver said energetically. A hint of gloom crossed Meng Heming’s face as he casually said, "Hope you two end up together!" "Thank you, Mr. Meng!" The driver expressed his sincere gratitude. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⚫𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⚫𝘯𝘦𝘵 As a businessman, Meng Heming viewed issues from a different angle. He initially assessed the risks of their relationship, knowing that since the girl’s parents persuaded her to return home, they likely had plans for her future. As for the young man working hard for love, he might be in for disappointment in the future! After all, there are few loves that can withstand the test of reality! The car sped through the rain. Meng Heming stared at the names of the roads, becoming slowly lost. He had been here before. Soon, a clear memory jumped into his mind. During his last journey, he had boarded a bus and met a little girl. Her eyes were very much like his Ying’er, not only that, but she gave him a very complex feeling, as if the softest part of his heart had awakened, giving birth to affection! Even he was surprised at how strong his sense of closeness was to a little girl. Perhaps it was because her captivating eyes were so similar to Ying’er! Meng Heming sighed to himself. As he passed this road again, his mind was occupied by the girl’s clear eyes. Even though she always wore a mask, judging by the contour of her face, she must have been quite pretty. "Mr. Meng, we’ll be there in about ten minutes." The driver tried to remind him, attempting to break the dull atmosphere in the car. "Hmm, once we arrive, just let me off, and you can head back." Meng Heming said aloud. "That’s not appropriate, it’s raining outside," the driver asked nervously. This job was very important to him, especially since Uncle Ma had reminded him when hiring that when Mr. Meng goes out, to remember to remind him to take care of his health. With the rain so heavy, the driver was really worried about Mr. Meng getting out alone. If Uncle Ma found out, he’d surely get scolded!