Suddenly, Tang Yue’s eyes widened in shock. Who was that muddy figure? Tang Yue’s face was filled with surprise as she rushed towards Meng Siyu. "I finally caught up." Meng Siyu held Tang Yue tightly, his appearance especially weary from days without sleep, his clothes dirty and unchanged, his beard unshaven and messy. Even though he had rinsed his face with water, his disheveled look was something he had no time to change. Meng Siyu had found out from Meng Jin that Tang Yue was leaving the country today. As soon as he got back to Jing City, he immediately drove like mad to the airport. "Are you hurt at all? How did you get into such a mess?" Tang Yue asked him the moment she saw him. Despite his dirtiness, she couldn’t care less; seeing him standing alive and well before her made her very happy. "It’s nothing. I just took a fall and got dirty," Meng Siyu said as he gazed intensely at her. "Wait for you to come back." Actually, on the way, because Meng Siyu was driving fast, he ended up in a ditch, and it took a great effort to get the car out, leaving him filthy. "Okay," Tang Yue said as she looked up at him, her heart aching at the sight of the red veins in his eyes. She reached up to touch his prickly beard, gazing at him unwaveringly as if trying to imprint his image in her mind. "I’ve put away all the winter clothes in the left cabinet, and I’ve knitted two sweaters for you. I wanted to give them to you myself," she said with a hint of regret. "The size should be right, and I’ve put the socks in the drawer. If a sock gets a hole, don’t hesitate to change it." Meng Siyu’s socks wore out the fastest; from summer to spring and autumn, and then to winter socks, Tang Yue prepared the most socks for him, filling several drawers. "Wife," Meng Siyu suddenly leaned down and sealed her incessantly moving lips with a kiss. "Sister Xiao Yue, brother-in-law really cares, doesn’t he? I heard he just rushed back from Qing City," said Lian Qingyang as he quietly observed Tang Yue’s blushing face, which had been red since that kiss at the airport. "Mm, I don’t know how he made such a mess of himself." Tang Yue looked worried, noticing the redness in his eyes from not having rested for days. "Sister Xiao Yue, don’t worry. When I come back to the country, I’ll make sure to keep an eye on brother-in-law. If he dares to find another woman, I..." Lian Qingyang’s words were cut short by Tang Yue’s gaze. He cleared his throat and smiled ingratiatingly, "Sister Xiao Yue, I know, he’s not that kind of man." "Qingyang, in the future, don’t say such things," Tang Yue said seriously. "Si Yu isn’t that kind of person." Lian Qingyang nodded repeatedly in agreement and changed the subject, "Sister Xiao Yue, if I don’t go, can you find the school by yourself?" "Of course I can," Tang Yue said confidently. Suddenly, she leaned in mysteriously and said, "Someone will come to pick me up." Lian Qingyang instinctively asked, "Who?" "That, of course, is a secret," Tang Yue said giggling. The thought of that person lifted her spirits. A brief reunion was still better than not having seen him before parting. The airplane crossed the azure sky and steadily landed at the airport in Country F. As soon as Tang Yue and Lian Qingyang disembarked from the plane, they saw Bai Qing. There she was, dressed provocatively, revealing a good portion of her shapely body, with her hair styled into big waves. The age that used to confuse people seemed to finally fit her, and she even looked more mature. "Bai Qing?" When Lian Qingyang saw Bai Qing, it was as if he had seen a ghost. Ever since Bai Qing left, for the past half a year, Lian Qingyang didn’t see Bai Qing at all and thought she had vanished into thin air. Even when Tang Yue got married, she didn’t come back. "Xiao Yang, what’s up, itching for a fight?" Bai Qing stepped forward, wearing a pair of bright red high heels, and looked at Lian Qingyang proudly as she flexed her wrists, looking as if she was ready to spar with him. The look in Bai Qing’s eyes instantly reminded Lian Qingyang of the days when he was beaten by Bai Qing every day. Officially, it was sparring, but in reality, it was just Bai Qing overwhelming him on her own. Even though Lian Qingyang hadn’t neglected his fighting skills over the past half year, he was still very aware of his limits. The source of thɪs content is 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝙣𝙚𝙩 "Sister Qing, I was just too surprised." Lian Qingyang forced a smile and quickly moved behind Tang Yue. Being beaten by a woman in front of so many people would be so embarrassing! "What, you’re scared to fight now?" Bai Qing glanced at him, her eyes clearly expressing: ’Useless, you don’t even dare to make a move’. Lian Qingyang’s face turned red all of a sudden, and he stiffened his neck, saying, "Sister Qing, it’s not that I don’t dare to fight, it’s just inconvenient with so many people here." "You’re afraid of being beaten down, aren’t you?" Bai Qing flicked her long hair. Bai Qing herself was quite eye-catching, and Tang Yue was even more striking with her black hair and dark eyes, standing petite amongst a crowd of Westerners. "Sister Qing, stop teasing him. We all know your strength; Qingyang is still not on the same level as you," Tang Yue said with a smile, walking up to Bai Qing and looking her over: "I haven’t seen you in half a year, Sister Qing, and you’ve become even more beautiful. But where is Mr. An?" "He had some matters to deal with, so he couldn’t come." Mentioning An Chong, a suspicious blush appeared on Bai Qing’s face. Tang Yue felt relieved in an instant, it seemed Bai Qing had finally come to her senses. The group made their way to Bai Qing’s residence, which was quiet and spacious. The decor inside was nice, although a bit cold, but it looked like that of a couple. After An Chong returned, the affection between him and Bai Qing flourished. Even though they were not married yet, their relationship was almost no different from that of a married couple. Tang Yue quietly asked, "Sister Qing, have you and Mr. An, you know..." She didn’t know which words to use. But Bai Qing laughed and said, "Do you want to ask if he and I have had sex?" Bai Qing’s straightforwardness made Tang Yue a little embarrassed. "Let me show you something." Suddenly, Bai Qing stood up and took out something. Tang Yue suddenly shouted, shocked as she looked at Bai Qing and pointed at the marriage certificate: "Sister Qing, this is too much, getting married without even telling me." "That, it was very sudden, just a few days ago." Bai Qing suddenly blushed. Tang Yue grabbed Bai Qing and asked, "Sister Qing, could it be that it was a shotgun wedding?" Her gaze fell on Bai Qing’s belly.