Tang Yue felt so shy she wished she could hide in his embrace. Meng Siyu wrapped his arm around her waist, smiling as he handed out wedding candies. "Congratulations on your marriage, and may you stay together until you are old and gray." The receptionist looked at the wedding candies and didn't refuse them, smiling as she offered her blessings. "We will." Meng Siyu said with certainty. After leaving the Civil Affairs Bureau, Meng Siyu glanced at Tang Yue before carefully putting something away, saying, "Xiao Yue, I'll keep this safe." "But one of them is mine." Tang Yue pouted. She hadn't had enough time to look at it. "What if you lose it?" Meng Siyu refuted with righteous indignation. "I haven't had enough time to look at it." Tang Yue's eyes blinked playfully. Meng Siyu had no defense against such a look, and he said, "Let's look at it again when we get home." "No." Tang Yue took the initiative to reach into the pocket of his jacket. Meng Siyu was helpless and could only take out the little red books. They had agreed to just glance at them, but the couple stood under the shade of the trees outside the Civil Affairs Bureau, completely engrossed. Eventually, it was Tang Yue who felt too hot and came back to her senses. She checked the time on her wrist and realized that they had stood there like fools for half an hour. Half an hour! Forget about just looking at the marriage certificate, even if they looked at it a hundred times back and forth, it would have been more than enough. "Wife." Meng Siyu held her hand and called her with a sideways glance. His voice was naturally charming, and that indulgent tone sent a shiver through Tang Yue. Facing Meng Siyu's gaze, it was as if she was saying, you can't run away tonight. Tang Yue tilted her head up, it was the first time she heard him address her this way. She felt a sweet shyness mixed with happiness and joy. She stood on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear: "Husband." Her smile bloomed like a flower, her warm breath sprayed against Meng Siyu's ear, and her deliberately soft and tender voice when she called out 'Husband' sounded like the most enchanting sound in the world. What does it feel like for a man when the woman he loves most sweetly calls him 'Husband' by his ear? Feeling his body stiffen, Tang Yue giggled, teasing him before running away. She was wearing flat sandals, but it didn't hinder her from running at all. Meng Siyu watched her laughing and running into the distance, occasionally turning her head back to look at him. Her radiant smile and her bell-like laughter deeply imprinted in his mind. His little wife, his spouse, the future mother of his children! Meng Siyu wished he could catch her right now and devour her. He had endured for so long, and now, at last, they had the certificate. Meng Siyu took a deep breath and strode forward to catch up with Tang Yue, and the two of them laughed all the way back to Jianan Prefecture. In Jing City, at the Second Prison. "Meng Yanzhi, you have a visitor," a cold voice announced. In the dimly lit room, Meng Yanzhi's eyeballs moved slightly. Since he had been brought here, he had just sat in the room. At first, he didn't even want to eat, but later, he had a realization. Why should he die? He had to live well, because as long as he was alive, there was hope. Mr. Meng didn't make much effort to shorten his sentence, and the attitude of the Meng Family, observed by others, resulted in Meng Yanzhi having made quite a few enemies in the past. Inside, Meng Yanzhi had been beaten up more than once, and one time, he was almost beaten to death. Fearful that he really might die, they put him in a separate room. During the day, Meng Yanzhi would work and eat with the other prisoners, and at night, return to his cramped and gloomy room alone. During the daytime, it was uncertain whether these people harbored a grudge against Meng Yanzhi or not, but they made life difficult for him at every turn. Having never suffered such indignity, Meng Yanzhi naturally ended up fighting. His days inside were very hard, everything he had was earned through his fearlessness and struggle. Eventually, he managed to maintain a bizarre balance with the others. It was August 3rd, Friday. Meng Yanzhi had gotten into a fight the day before and was still nursing his injuries. Resting in his room, he heard someone had come to visit the prison and a flicker of doubt crossed his eyes. His grandfather had only come to visit once, and that was for just a few days. It was obvious that Mr. Meng was very disappointed in him. Even when he did not visit afterward, he only sent some necessities. As for anything else, there was not a trace. Harboring such suspicions, Meng Yanzhi walked out and upon seeing the man in the white shirt, he asked, "Ji Changming, what are you here for?" Meng Yanzhi sat down on a chair. His time in prison hadn't worn down his pride, if anything, it had made him more reserved and composed, although the arrogance in his eyes remained undiminished. "Young Master Meng," Ji Changming's eyes were narrow and hawk-like, fixated sharply on Meng Yanzhi as he spoke with a smile, "No, you are no longer Young Master Meng." "Surely you didn't come just to mock me?" said Meng Yanzhi coldly. In the past, he might have impulsively started a fight, but now, Meng Yanzhi was not as impulsive as before. Ji Changming was somewhat surprised to see the change in Meng Yanzhi and said, "I thought you would attack me." Follow current novels on novel-fire.net Meng Yanzhi's gaze remained steady, just observing Ji Changming. If the former Meng Yanzhi had been haughty and domineering, acting with impunity due to his status as Young Master Meng, then he certainly hadn't behaved modestly. But the Meng Yanzhi of now had become a lot more calm and collected, and also… much cleverer. "Meng Jin, who is legally your father, once had a wife, right?" Ji Changming slowly spoke. Meng Yanzhi watched him in silence. Ji Changming continued, "Do you know that he has found his wife, and moreover, that she bore him a son?" "So I have a brother now?" In Meng Yanzhi's eyes, there was no discernible emotion, but his hand that was placed on the table tightened slightly. "That's right." Ji Changming's eyes were sly and malicious; he understood well what Meng Yanzhi was thinking and said with a smile, "You must be thinking, even if there is a son, what does it matter? Who knows in what corner of the world he was raised in, how outstanding could he be, right?" "Given Mr. Meng's fondness for you and the years of affection, if it weren't for the fact that you overstepped this time, Mr. Meng would surely not have wished for you to suffer." Ji Changming's analysis was spot-on, and although Meng Yanzhi appeared calm, a storm was raging inside him. For Ji Changming to make a special trip here implied that the person in question was very outstanding, outstanding to the point that… Meng Yanzhi restrained himself from speaking. No matter who that person was, he would find out eventually. Ji Changming was so eager to tell him, but what did he hope to gain from it? "Huh, you're actually not asking who that person is?" Ji Changming was somewhat surprised, finally regarding him seriously. His change seemed genuinely significant. "Didn't you come to tell me?" Meng Yanzhi said indifferently. Ji Changming raised an eyebrow and stated, "That person is someone you know." Meng Yanzhi's pupils contracted as his mind rapidly searched for whom Ji Changming could possibly be referring to.