Mo Xiaolin cooked several dishes that Meng Jin liked. It was not until they finished eating and were chatting inside the house, with Mo Xiaolin leaning on Meng Jin's shoulder, that she truly felt this was real and not just an elusive dream she did not want to wake up from. "Brother Jin, where is our marriage certificate?" Mo Xiaolin suddenly remembered this. Meng Jin carefully took out two red booklets from his chest pocket and said, "Here they are." Mo Xiaolin opened the booklet and saw a photo of herself smiling foolishly. She suddenly said, "That's not right, getting a marriage certificate shouldn't be this easy, right?" "Because of this." Meng Jin handed her the briefcase he had earlier, and from it, he pulled out a stack of old documents mixed with some new ones. He said, "We had already held a wedding feast before, and we were essentially married, just missing the marriage certificate. After I returned to Jing City, I had already prepared these materials necessary for getting the marriage certificate." "It's also my fault. If I hadn't been so eager to get married, and because of our special circumstances that needed exceptional handling, I wouldn't have mistakenly named the wrong place." Meng Jin thought about how a simple misnaming of a place caused them to miss out on so many years together, and he wished he could slap himself hard. If only the normal procedures were followed at the time... No, Meng Jin thought of their situation back then; if they had followed the normal procedures, they probably would not have had those brief months of sweet and happy married life. Because just two or three months after getting married, the Meng Family faced a crisis, which took over a year to settle down. "Brother Jin," Mo Xiaolin looked at those documents, and couldn't help but think that Meng Jin must have felt very sweet while handling them back then. Suddenly, tears started streaming down Mo Xiaolin's face. "Xiaolin, it's my fault, all my fault, it caused us to miss so many years," Meng Jin said self-reproachfully, comforting her with an embrace. "No, it's all my fault," Mo Xiaolin cried even harder as he comforted her. She continued crying and said, "I was too timid." Meng Jin was bewildered by her crying. Mo Xiaolin said, "If I had just visited the address you left, and verified it a bit more, maybe we would have reunited sooner." With tears blurring her vision, Mo Xiaolin murmured, "Back then... when I was pregnant with Si Yu, I went to Jin City to look for you, but couldn't find any news of you. I even left a message with Dahu, asking him to write to me if he heard anything about you." Meng Jin looked at Mo Xiaolin, feeling the irony of fate. After the Meng Family's troubles were finally resolved, Meng Jin went to find her; Dahu had died early in that era and left no message. "Dahu died not long after your incident," Meng Jin sighed and replied. Mo Xiaolin was shocked as she looked at Meng Jin, realizing why for so many years he only searched based on the information he knew, without finding her exact address. Mo Xiaolin choked up, "We always just missed each other. After giving birth to Si Yu, once I finished my confinement period, I went to Jin City again, but... they told me the Meng Family had an incident, and that you had died." She recalled that moment, clearly remembering how incredulous she had felt upon hearing the news. "Brother Jin, I was timid back then, afraid to go to Jing City to confirm, even after finding the address you left. When I saw others moving your family's belongings out, and they said, the former owners had all died," Mo Xiaolin said, filled with regret. If only she had asked around a bit more, perhaps there wouldn't have been so many missed opportunities, so many separations. Sadly, back then, she had just visited once, heartbroken, and dared not go to Jing City to search for Meng Jin anymore. She privately felt that, by not going to Jing City, not seeing Meng Jin's gravestone, and waiting in Wangjiang County for Meng Jin to find her, it was as if Meng Jin had never encountered any trouble at all. "Xiaolin, don't cry anymore, it's all in the past." Meng Jin said tenderly as he embraced her, gently patting Mo Xiaolin's back and softly speaking, "When you received that news, it was probably when our Meng Family had the incident. At that time, I indeed almost died, but fortunately, I have a strong fate and didn't die." Mo Xiaolin pulled open Meng Jin's shirt and when she saw the wound on his chest, her tears flowed even more fiercely. "At that time, the Meng Family was in a crisis, and my grandfather and I were driven out, and many people even spread news that we had died. That's why, you in Jin City, had only heard such news." Meng Jin explained gently: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it's all past." "Brother Jin." Mo Xiaolin sobbed chokingly, between them, there had always been unfortunate miscommunications, and they had been separated for so many years. Meng Jin blamed himself, and Mo Xiaolin blamed herself too. For a moment, only the sound of the two people sobbing echoed through the room. "Back already?" Lu Hui was setting the food on the table when she heard Zhou Lai humming a tune, entering with a smile on his face. Lu Hui looked at Zhou Lai in surprise and asked, "What's up, why are you so happy today? Any good news?" "Pour me some wine." Zhou Lai saw the stir-fried pork with green peppers on the table, along with a plate of peanuts and bok choy, and he felt the urge to drink. Lu Hui sat down in surprise, watching Zhou Lai drinking wine and became even more curious. Her mind spun, and she asked in surprise, "Did you get promoted again?" Zhou Lai glanced at her and said, "I was promoted last year, do you think promotions come so easily?" ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ NovєlFіre.net "That's true." Lu Hui then remembered this matter. "If it hadn't been for Meng Jin focusing on research and development, I wouldn't have had my chance. The Meng Family business will eventually belong to Meng Jin." Zhou Lai said dismissively: "I just benefited from his light." Otherwise, how could he have won Old Master Meng's trust. "That's because you're capable too." Lu Hui added. "Right, tell your sister to give up on Meng Jin sooner." Zhou Lai suddenly threw out this line. Lu Hui heard this and immediately raised her eyebrows saying, "Don't worry, Yanyan has already given up on Meng Jin long ago. Tell me, what man waits for twenty-seven years and still avoids women? Do you think he's really a man?" "No, Zhou Lai, you have to talk to me about this. Meng Jin's wife might have died that year directly, didn't he wait in vain?" Lu Hui's mind spun, feeling that Meng Jin was too unsentimental. "Lu Hui." Zhou Lai admonished her seriously: "You can't say this again." "I'm just saying it privately." Lu Hui, having been seriously warned by Zhou Lai, couldn't help but ponder in her heart, and she wasn't the only one—everyone in their circle was pondering the same. "Now Meng Jin has already gotten married and found his wife, so, let your sister give up sooner. Also, if you see someone in the future, be a bit sweeter, build good relationships." Zhou Lai elaborated in detail, he still trusted his own wife very much.