Judging from Ai Ting's description, she left Zhangdao when she was very young and has been treated as an orphan since then.
Under such sick family rules, it makes sense that she has no relationship with her parents.
The atmosphere of this meal was not very good. Although Meng Fei tried his best to change the topic and talk about something pleasant, and Ai Ting also tried her best to cooperate, she was not in a very high mood after all.
What remains unchanged is that time still passes very fast and there is no way to slow it down. Unknowingly, three hours passed in a dull atmosphere.
The empty plates had already been taken away by the waiter. Most of the time, Meng Fei held a cup of hot tea and looked at Ai Ting, who was leaning on the sofa with some depression.
If you like someone, no matter what the objective situation is, you will feel more and more beautiful the more you look at them, and you simply can't help yourself. So he just looked at it for a long time.
"It seems to be very late. Do you want to go back?"
Ai Ting turned on her phone and checked the time.
"Originally I was going back. But I changed my mind. I will stay at Moon Hall for one night and then go to Wusong Pier with you tomorrow morning."
"That's just right. We can go back together."
After paying the bill and leaving Dafu Plaza, the two walked on the street under the sycamore tree full of bare branches and the cold wind howling.
At around ten o'clock, the streets were deserted, with only a few pedestrians. Ai Ting looked a little lost.
Meng Fei didn't think too much, grabbed her hand that was about to put it into his pocket, and wrapped his warm palm around her cold fingertips.
Although it was a little cold, it felt good, her hands felt soft to the touch, but the bones under the soft skin were tough.
He pulled Ai Ting closer to him quietly. After walking about a few dozen meters, Ai Ting's black hair was blown about by the strong wind and rested on his shoulders. The incense of Dharma floats in the wind.
The cold wave is coming, the weather is freezing and the wind is blowing on your face like a knife. But at this time he was not afraid of the cold at all.
"You think I'm abnormal?"
Ai Ting seemed to be mumbling to herself.
"It's pretty normal when you're not talking about your family."
Meng Fei didn't know how to respond and decided to look for her beautiful side.
"You've never seen your dad, haven't you?"
"Please, although I can't go to Zhangdao, but he can come out to see me, right? I've seen him three times in my memory."
"Three times..."
Meng Fei was speechless.
We have seen each other three times in the past 20 years, with an average of once every eight or nine years.
Isn’t this the same as never seeing it before?
"There's nothing we can do about it. According to the rules of the Ai family, if you don't have a boyfriend who is willing to marry into your family and you don't accept marriage, you can't have contact with the Ai family. You won't be recognized as a descendant of the Ai family.
"If my father comes out to see me and is discovered by the family, his status will be affected.
“It’s pretty good that I’ve been able to see him three times.
“Besides, I think it’s good to live independently.
"I was admitted to the Criminal College, and I entered the Criminal Investigation Bureau, and I was promoted to a senior official at the deputy ministerial level..."
She obviously hesitated when talking about this senior official.
Because she has not yet figured out whether this twelfth-level high-ranking official was obtained by her hard work or was forced by Lao Li.
“I have paid back all the tuition and living expenses they paid for me with interest, and I don’t owe them anything.
“Wouldn’t it be nice for me to live like this?
"Why does Zhangdao's matter still involve me?"
Who told you to be born there...
This is the art of reincarnation. But logically speaking, your fetus was actually born in Versailles.
Meng Fei thought helplessly, but of course he did not dare to say it.
"Don't worry, wait until I see your dad and resolve everything, and then I won't have to involve you anymore for a long, long time."
"Why do I feel like someone is bragging again?"
"Aren't I trying to comfort you?"
Meng Fei quietly changed from holding hands to hugging her waist, hugging her tightly to his side. The world seemed to be quiet.
It would be nice if time stopped at this moment and this road would never end.
…
The next day, December 27, 2020, God’s birthday, at nine o’clock in the morning.
Except for the relaxed and leisurely atmosphere of the festival and the absence of work, there is nothing different.
For Meng Fei, the most troublesome thing is that women always have more luggage than imagined.
He might have to live in Zhangdao for ten days, but he only carried a backpack with a few changes of clothes in it.
But Ai Ting's luggage consists of two suitcases, one large and one small. The big one is big enough for one person.
Of course, he carries all the luggage. Although he privately felt that Ai Ting was no less powerful than him. No, it must be older than him.
Fortunately, we took a taxi all the way to the pier.
The weather was really nice, the sky was as blue as clean glass. Because the sky is blue and the sea is also dark blue. It is windy in winter and the water is restlessly turbulent.
A small white yacht shaped like a pea pod has been docked at the berth and will set off soon.
Although this boat is small, this boat has been the only boat to Zhangdao in the past ten days.
Every year on the God's birthday, there will always be a "winter storm" in the East China Sea. It's on the way now.
A winter storm is a super cyclone formed by the intersection of a southward cold wave and a northward warm current, accompanied by strong winds and rainfall. It is impossible to navigate during the winter blast period of about ten days.
At this time, Meng Fei and Ai Ting were sitting together in a small white building with a "Lynx Military Industry" sign on the dock.
When Ai Ting arrived here, the procedure was very simple, she just took blood and tested DNA.
Meng Fei was very embarrassed to answer the questions that were constantly asked by two women wearing professional attire like interviewers behind the desk opposite.
"May I ask your name?"
"Meng Fei."
"May I ask your gender?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
"Sorry, Mr. Meng, gender is not necessarily what it seems. What we need is your personal approval."
"Okay, male."
"May I ask about your sexual orientation?"
“…My sexual orientation is normal.”
"You have to indicate that, sexually, do you prefer men or women, or any other gender? Or not just one or the other?"
"Why should I answer such a strange question?"
Meng Fei was very dissatisfied. The problem is that Ai Ting is sitting next to him, which makes him feel very embarrassed.
"According to the previous statement, you intend to apply for the status of the Ai family's adopted son-in-law. This is part of the qualification review. You can also refuse."
Apply... When did I apply? I'm just chasing a pretty girl, okay? Do you think I really care about getting married?
Rejection would naturally mean that the most powerful son-in-law in history would be eunuch in advance. Okay, that's my answer.
"I only like women."
Meng Fei felt that Ai Ting beside him was about to laugh out loud uncontrollably. But the interviewer who prefaced his remarks recorded it expressionlessly.
"What type of women do you like?"
"I just like the one next to me."
Meng Fei responded without changing his expression or heartbeat.
"We mean specific. Like, do you prefer long hair, medium or short hair, short hair, and straight or curly hair?"
In order to make sure there was no mistake, Meng Fei turned his head and glanced at Ai Ting, who was blushing next to him, for confirmation.
"I like short to medium hair and straight hair."
"How many sexual experiences have you had? With whom specifically?"
"..."
