"What?" Lu Hui's eyeballs almost fell out of shock as she looked at Zhou Lai, asking in disbelief, "How is that possible? After so many years, they can really find it?" "That's right." A smile played on Zhou Lai's lips, and he too felt happy for his good brother, "Today, Meng Jin came to me to reissue their marriage certificate. They had their wedding banquet in Jin City back then, and now they are getting a marriage certificate, which counts as reissuing. Besides, Meng Jin has waited so many years, I especially expedited the process for him." "Then did you see her?" Lu Hui was very curious. What would the woman who made Meng Jin wait so many years look like? "No." Zhou Lai shook his head, "But we'll see her sooner or later. By the way, only we know about this, you mustn't spread the word. I reckon Meng Jin definitely wants to choose a special day to announce this." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel-fire.net Zhou Lai mused in his heart, suddenly remembering the way Meng Jin smiled today when he came to him, full of vigor as if he had become ten years younger. He said, "You didn't see the radiant look on Meng Jin's face, I've never seen him smile so happily in all these years." On the weekend, Tang Yue did not wait for Mo Xiaolin at the office and returned alone to the Hutong. She had classes the next day and had already taken a few days off, so she couldn't take any more leave. "You came back alone?" Bai Qing looked at Tang Yue coming back by herself, quite surprised. She asked, "How come, your future mother-in-law stayed at the company?" "Cough." Tang Yue wasn't sure how to explain to Bai Qing, and Mo Siyu also didn't want to make it public. Should she wait and talk about it later? "Sister Qing, my mother-in-law is at the company, she saw an old friend." Tang Yue vaguely explained. Bai Qing didn't think much of it, as these few days she was driven almost crazy by An Chong's ever-changing cooking methods. An Chong, she didn't know if his mind had gotten waterlogged or what, but every time he got too close to her, she always felt nervous, as if she was not like herself anymore. "Sister Qing, I'm going to class tomorrow, what about you?" Tang Yue inquired. "I'll go." Bai Qing's eyes spun, and then she thought about class time. It seemed that even if she didn't want to go to An Chong's place... she couldn't avoid it. Tang Yue was planning to rest when someone knocked on the door. The urgent knocks told her it was Lian Qingyang even without opening the door. "Lian Qingyang, what are you doing this late at night?" Tang Yue couldn't help but speak up as she went to open the door, muttering. If Lian Qingyang had an urgent matter, she'd be speechless, but the trouble was, he seemed to want to break down the door when he had nothing important. Once, twice, Lian Qingyang wouldn't listen no matter how many times he had been told. Tang Yue was also helpless. "Sister Xiao Yue, I've been looking for you for a long time." Lian Qingyang's aggrieved voice came from outside the door. As soon as the door opened, he dragged Tang Yue out. "Hold on, where are you pulling me to?" Tang Yue instinctively wrapped herself in a scarf she had thrown on—a scarf so wide it almost served as a shawl. On a May night, it wasn't very cold, but the chilly night breeze still felt cool. "Sister Xiao Yue, my software is ready. I want you to try it out." Lian Qingyang looked at Tang Yue excitedly, "If you use a computer to draw in the future, you won't have to work so hard. I've been looking for you for days, but you were not around. Where did you go?" "Ah..." Tang Yue slowly sorted through Lian Qingyang's words in her mind, suddenly pausing and hitting the key point, asking, "You made a software that can draw on the computer?" "Yeah, it did take me quite a lot of effort," Lian Qingyang said somewhat shyly, "Of course, the money was all supported by our dad." Lian Qingyang carefully watched Tang Yue, Lian He was particularly supportive of him in this regard. If it weren't for basking in Tang Yue's light, perhaps... "Wait a minute, I'll go change my clothes." Tang Yue turned around to go back inside. Seeing Lian Qingyang still standing at the door, she pulled him inside, "It's cool outside, come in and we can talk." "Sister Qing, you don't need to get up, Qingyang and I are just stepping out for a bit." Tang Yue saw Bai Qing also getting dressed to come out, so she hurriedly spoke up. While changing her clothes, she soon followed Lian Qingyang to Southwest Road. Southwest Road wasn't far from Jianan Road, but it was Tang Yue's first visit. Once inside, she was surprised to see more than twenty computers. If it were in the future, this many computers wouldn't be a big deal, but at the moment, not many people used computers. "Sister Xiao Yue, right here." Lian Qingyang pulled Tang Yue to a corner, in front of a computer set apart from the rest. He opened the software and carefully taught Tang Yue how to use it. If it had been before, Tang Yue wouldn't have understood, but now, having learned about computers, she caught on quite quickly. Tang Yue tried drawing with the computer, simple shapes were doable, and there were many more colors to use. "Not bad." The more Tang Yue tried, the more she liked it. She experimented with using the software to draw clothes; vivid lines and using colors became even more at her command. Initially, Tang Yue was not very proficient, but with Lian Qingyang's help, soon the outline of a dress appeared. Although the lines were not as fluent as when drawn by hand, she was quite satisfied with the result. "Qingyang, I give you thirty-two thumbs up," Tang Yue couldn't help but express using terms from the future. Lian Qingyang beamed with joy and asked belatedly, "Sister Xiao Yue, what are thirty-two thumbs up?" Tang Yue paused with her hand on the mouse, her lips pursing, her eyes flickering as she glanced at the calendar nearby. She explained, "There are thirty-one days in a month. I give you a thumbs up every day, plus one more, that's thirty-two. It means that I praise you more than once every day." "Sister Xiao Yue, as long as you like it," Lian Qingyang's eyes shined as he looked at her, happiness seeping through his gaze. It was getting late, the office was empty, and Tang Yue looked around the somewhat desolate office, asking, "Qingyang, are you using this place just to develop this software?" "Yeah," Lian Qingyang nodded, "But there are a few people who really like gaming." "Gaming?" Tang Yue couldn't help but think of the various popular games of the future. She suggested, "Then focus all your efforts on gaming. For instance, you could develop a game. Once more people download your game, isn't that making money? Plus, you could have in-game purchases that could also generate revenue." "Ah..." Lian Qingyang looked at Tang Yue in astonishment, "Computers are so expensive now; would people download games?"