“Xu Gong.” When Lin Qianyi walked into the office, Xu Gong was busy writing something.
“Qianyi, you’re here,” Xu Gong said, looking up from the stack of papers.
“Xu Gong, I’ve done a preliminary translation. I’ve marked a few parts I wasn’t sure about—please take a look,” Lin Qianyi said, handing over her translated manuscript along with the original documents.
Xu Gong took the papers and examined them carefully, nodding as he read.
“Not bad, not bad. The translation is excellent.” He then picked up a pen and corrected the parts Lin Qianyi had marked, before handing it back to her.
“Okay, I’ll revise and rewrite it,” Lin Qianyi said after reviewing it.
“Good. I’ll give you some new materials later,” Xu Gong said, very pleased. As expected, Lin Qianyi, trained by Lin Gong and Li Gong, was impressive.
Lin Qianyi took the papers and planned to rewrite them tomorrow at work. Her days began to feel fulfilling; work was no longer boring. After work, she either read at home or spent time in her space, enjoying a peaceful and comfortable routine.
One day, on a day off, a military jeep slowly drove into the residential compound. Many people curiously watched as the vehicle stopped in front of a building. When the handsome young officer got out, many recognized him as Lin Qianyi’s boyfriend.
He carried a large number of items from the trunk, walked upstairs, and knocked on Lin Qianyi’s door.
“You’re here,” Lin Qianyi said, opening the door to let him in. Meng Junchuan had called her yesterday to say he’d come today.
“The place looks completely different,” Meng Junchuan said as he stepped in, noticing the refreshed interior.
“How’s it look?” Lin Qianyi asked with a smile.
“Really great,” Meng Junchuan said, surveying the room. He admired her taste and talent. The once plain-looking space now felt completely transformed. The same furniture was arranged differently, with items displayed in new ways. The room felt cozy and welcoming.
A small patchwork tablecloth covered the table, topped with a vase of flowers that looked like wildflowers picked along the road. The sofa had a fabric cover, making it look both comfortable and attractive. The previously simple room now had a completely different vibe.
Meng Junchuan placed the items he was carrying onto the table. As Lin Qianyi went to make tea, he stepped forward.
“Stay here, I’ll do it,” he said, skillfully handling the tea leaves. Lin Qianyi let him take over without competing.
“Why did you buy so much again?” Lin Qianyi asked, seeing the table full of items. This young master’s generosity was impressive.
“Not much, just saw some fruit and bought a few things,” Meng Junchuan said, pouring hot water from the thermos into the teapot.
Lin Qianyi looked at the bags of goods—this wasn’t just “a few things.” There were fruits, canned goods, snacks; last time, many hadn’t been eaten, though some had been given away. She wasn’t especially fond of the current snacks—they were rough and slightly greasy compared to what she was used to. Luckily, he hadn’t bought milk powder or malted milk, as the unopened supplies at home were still fine.
After brewing the tea, Meng Junchuan placed the items carefully around the room. Lin Qianyi let him work and sat back on the sofa, enjoying watching the handsome man in action—he was a sight to behold.
He was diligent, washing and cutting the fruits, slicing the watermelon into small pieces, and serving them on the coffee table with toothpicks. Lin Qianyi was extremely satisfied—her luck was good, and her boyfriend was so high-quality.
“Try it, see if it’s sweet,” Meng Junchuan said, offering her a piece of watermelon.
“Mmm, very sweet,” Lin Qianyi replied, tasting it. It was soft, sweet, and delicious.
“I’ve filed all my reports,” Meng Junchuan added, reporting his work immediately.
“Mm,” Lin Qianyi replied, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. The shyness came a bit late—she wasn’t on the street introducing herself to a handsome officer anymore.
Seeing Lin Qianyi’s face gradually redden, Meng Junchuan couldn’t help but smile wider.
“My family will come to propose soon,” he said, sipping his tea.
“What?” Lin Qianyi froze. She had only thought about having him help solve a practical problem—she hadn’t considered the formalities or the distance between their families in the capital. She assumed they could just submit the reports and get married simply, as some young couples in the factory did. But Meng Junchuan’s family was prominent—marriage wouldn’t be done hastily.
“You’re not an ugly bride,” Meng Junchuan said, laughing.
Huh? How did he know what she was thinking? Lin Qianyi didn’t realize she had accidentally let that thought slip aloud.
“Well, then we’ll meet,” she said, trying to stay calm.
“When?” she asked.
“My family needs some preparation first; I’ll let you know in advance,” Meng Junchuan said.
“Okay,” she replied. No need to overthink it now.
“Want to go out for a walk?” Meng Junchuan asked.
“Sure, let’s go,” Lin Qianyi said, glancing at the bright, sunny day outside. Being cooped up inside might invite gossip, so it was better to go out.
She went to her room to change. With such lovely weather, of course she wore a dress. She put on a black cotton dress with small gray floral patterns, ankle-length, paired with a gray top with black buttons, a small round collar, and a fitted waistline. Her hair was loosely braided and draped over her left shoulder. She looked tall, elegant, and radiant.