Wen Yiyue just silently watched without saying anything.
“Your good friend left. Aren’t you sad?”
Faced with this kind of behavior—stabbing someone and then stirring things up—Wen Yiyue glanced at Meng Yu, then lowered her eyes and said nothing.
It was her own poor judgment of character; she couldn’t blame anyone else.
She shook her head and stayed silent.
Meng Yu didn’t bother with her anymore.
After a while, the dishes they ordered were served. Zhou Sinian placed all the food in front of Meng Yu.
“Eat.”
Meng Yu looked at Zhou Sinian and silently gave this man extra points in her heart.
He didn’t need to say much, but he always firmly stood behind her. That alone was enough to surpass most men.
The braised pork was glossy with oil and looked rich and tempting, but tasted soft and delicious.
In this era, people were generally lacking oil and fat, and this body was no exception. She ate quite happily.
In her previous life, Meng Yu rarely ate fish because she hated picking out fish bones. But this meal made her change her opinion—not only about fish, but also about Zhou Sinian.
Even Wen Yiyue, sitting across from them, occasionally looked up at them.
Because Meng Yu only focused on eating, all the fish in her bowl had already been carefully deboned by Zhou Sinian, ensuring not a single bone remained.
Although Meng Yu was a young lady, even she felt a bit embarrassed by such meticulous care.
“Um… I can do it myself. You should eat too.”
“Mm.”
Zhou Sinian responded, but didn’t stop picking out fish bones for her.
Meng Yu didn’t eat much. She knew better than anyone that her body couldn’t handle overeating, so she stopped after about eighty percent full.
Zhou Sinian frowned slightly when he saw this.
“You’re done eating?”
“Mm.”
Seeing how much food was left, Zhou Sinian once again felt that she ate too little, and quickly finished the rest in a whirlwind manner.
After the couple finished eating, Zhou Sinian paid the bill, and they moved to the entrance of the restaurant to wait.
Zhou Sinian knew what Meng Yu was thinking. He glanced inside at the woman still eating slowly and felt that things might not be so simple.
“Do you think she’ll agree to let you fix the violin?”
Meng Yu shook her head.
“I don’t know.”
Her answer was too honest, leaving Zhou Sinian momentarily at a loss for words.
“But she has no choice. Her so-called good friend didn’t give her the address of the craftsman, and she seems to urgently need that violin.”
So most likely, it wouldn’t be a problem—but Meng Yu wasn’t going to say that too confidently.
She had a clear idea in mind, and Zhou Sinian didn’t ask further.
When Wen Yiyue finally came out carrying the leftover packed food, she froze slightly upon seeing them.
But Meng Yu greeted her openly.
“Do you still need your violin repaired?”
Wen Yiyue’s feelings were complicated.
Because of this woman’s appearance, she had lost a “best friend.”
But at the same time, she also had to thank her for exposing that so-called best friend’s true face.
And also…
“You know how to repair violins?”
“I play the violin.”
Seeing the disappointment in Wen Yiyue’s eyes, Meng Yu calmly and confidently added:
“I also know how to repair them.”
But it still depended on how severe the damage was.
However, there was no need to say that out loud.
Wen Yiyue’s eyes immediately lit up, and she invited them to her home.
Zhou Sinian followed behind the two women. Looking at Meng Yu walking ahead, enthusiastically talking about the violin, a faint smile appeared on his lips.
Soon, they arrived at a residential compound.
“State-owned family housing?”
Meng Yu raised an eyebrow, glancing at the sign outside the tube building.
Wen Yiyue nodded without explanation.
After all, she wasn’t familiar with them. Bringing them home was already bold enough; she naturally didn’t want to say more.
Meng Yu looked at Zhou Sinian.
Zhou Sinian shook his head slightly, signaling her not to ask further.
She wasn’t interested either, so she quietly followed behind.
The three of them climbed three floors. By the time they arrived, Meng Yu was already out of breath.
Seeing the woman gasping at the stairwell, Wen Yiyue felt her earlier worries were unnecessary.
A woman who gets exhausted just climbing three floors—what harm could she possibly do?
Zhou Sinian also felt helpless.
This young lady’s body was truly concerning.
He helped her to the door, and the two women went inside, while Zhou Sinian waited outside.
Wen Yiyue glanced at him in surprise, then whispered to Meng Yu in admiration:
“Sister Meng, your husband is really a gentleman.”
“Gentleman?”
Meng Yu raised an eyebrow.
“Where did you pick up such a modern word?”
Wen Yiyue smiled shyly.
“I heard it on the radio. They say people in big cities call it that.”
Meng Yu didn’t expect that big cities were already this “open-minded.”
“Where’s your violin?”
She had come today to repair it.
Once it was fixed, she still had to return to the propaganda troupe and work hard.
Wen Yiyue quickly went into her room and carefully brought out the broken violin.
She clearly loved it deeply—tears were almost falling onto it.
Meng Yu took it and examined it, then looked up at her in surprise.
“Accident?”
Wen Yiyue pressed her lips together.
“I hope it was an accident.”
She stroked the violin gently.
It was broken at the neck, and two strings were snapped.
It was practically ruined.
But this violin had been with her for over ten years, and such instruments were very rare. Once broken, it was almost impossible to replace. And she still had a performance tomorrow…
Tears began falling like beads.
“Sister Meng… I really have no other way. I still have a performance tomorrow night. It’s a state-owned factory event, but now my violin is broken… I can’t go on stage… sob…”
She was truly heartbroken, completely out of solutions.
The performance tomorrow was something she had long looked forward to and had practiced hard for three months.
But Meng Yu saw things differently.
“Is tomorrow’s performance very important?”
Wen Yiyue bit her lip.
“If you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t have to.”
Meng Yu never forced others.
Wen Yiyue quickly shook her head.
“No, it’s not that I don’t want to say! It’s just that it’s all rumors—I don’t know if it’s true.”
Seeing Meng Yu still examining the violin, she continued:
“I heard people from the military region might come. If the performance goes well, you could be selected for the county-level cultural troupe. So all the children of this state-owned housing compound are working extremely hard, hoping to stand out and change their lives.”