After finishing eating and drinking, Lin Qianyi leaned lazily on the sofa while Meng Junchuan went to the kitchen to clean up.
“Want some tea?” Lin Qianyi asked as she sat up when she saw him finish.
“Don’t move. Just tell me where it is—I’ll make it,” Meng Junchuan said, not letting her get up.
“The tea leaves are in the cabinet, second shelf on the left. Yes, that jar,” Lin Qianyi guided him.
Watching him find the tea leaves and start brewing, she couldn’t help but think—this guy looks more like the homeowner than I do.
“Where are you staying tonight?” she asked. The house had two rooms, but was it appropriate for him to stay over? Probably not.
“I have to return to the base later,” Meng Junchuan said as he poured two cups of tea.
“So soon?” Lin Qianyi blinked, surprised.
“I came straight here after finishing my task. I haven’t gone back yet,” he explained, handing her a cup.
“Oh… I didn’t realize you came right after work.” Somehow, that thought made her feel a little warm inside.
“I’ll come see you again in a few days,” Meng Junchuan said, the corners of his lips lifting slightly.
Lin Qianyi’s face flushed faintly, the air in the room seeming to warm and thicken.
They sat quietly drinking tea.
Meng Junchuan looked around the room—simple, modest furniture, a bookshelf filled with books, carrying a faint scholarly atmosphere.
Yet the simplicity of the room couldn’t conceal Lin Qianyi’s presence. She was like a piece of fine jade—elegant, refined, and luminous.
Her posture was graceful and noble; every movement was composed and proper.
Especially her dining etiquette—it was as if she had been strictly trained as a young lady from an aristocratic family. Every gesture was perfectly measured.
She was poised and confident when speaking and acting, far from any ordinary village girl. There wasn’t a trace of small-mindedness or rusticity about her.
Meng Junchuan couldn’t help but wonder about her parents—the pair of senior engineers who raised a daughter like this. She was in no way inferior to any well-bred young lady.
He felt like he had struck gold.
Not only was she exactly his type in appearance, everything about her suited his tastes perfectly.
Meng Junchuan’s deep, captivating eyes carried a hint of affection as he looked at her. At first, Lin Qianyi was still holding steady.
Calm down. I’m from the future. I’ve seen everything.
There are tons of handsome guys in my space computer and phone. I may not have dated, but I’ve seen enough.
I’m a designer—I’ve seen plenty of male models too.
Stay calm—
But then—
Wait, can you not look at me like that?! It’s too much! Aren’t people in this era supposed to be more reserved?! You’re a soldier too—why are you so direct?!
Lin Qianyi’s inner voice was practically screaming for help. She really couldn’t handle this uniformed handsome guy’s affectionate gaze.
Meng Junchuan watched as her expression kept changing—from faint pink to deeper red, gradually growing brighter.
The corner of his lips curved upward.
Unable to hold back anymore, Lin Qianyi grabbed a book from the sofa and smacked it onto him.
Meng Junchuan caught it easily, still smiling, his expression refusing to settle down.
“I’ll submit the marriage report when I get back,” he said, his voice low and amused.
“Hmph,” Lin Qianyi huffed, pretending to be annoyed.
“If I submit it, your unit will soon receive an investigation request. After the investigation is complete, we can then submit the official marriage application.”
He explained it calmly, still smiling faintly.
“Sounds complicated,” Lin Qianyi said, not really understanding.
“Ordinary soldiers can submit a marriage application directly. For us, we must first submit a report, wait for investigation, and only then submit the marriage application. The investigation usually takes about a month.”
“Oh,” she responded. She really hadn’t known that.
“Now I’ll tell you about my family background,” Meng Junchuan said seriously.
He didn’t hide anything and laid it all out.
As Lin Qianyi listened, she felt a bit stunned. What kind of luck is this? I just casually picked someone up on the street and ended up with the most powerful one?
His grandfather was a highly renowned founding military hero. His grandmother came from a true elite family.
His father and uncles were all high-ranking military officials, and his generation also mostly served in the military. He was from one of the most prominent military families in the country.
It was almost intimidating.
She didn’t think she was unworthy of him—after all, she had been raised in a well-off, educated family and had seen her share of the world.
And she also had decades of technological knowledge from the future.
Still, she felt fortunate that she had been born into an intellectual family in this life; it gave her knowledge a proper foundation.
Sometimes, so-called “matching backgrounds” weren’t about snobbery—it was about shared environments, similar upbringings, and compatible values.
People like that naturally felt more comfortable together.
“What’s wrong?” Meng Junchuan asked when she suddenly went quiet.
“Got intimidated,” she said with a smile.
“My family is actually very nice. They’ll definitely like you,” he reassured her.
“I’m pretty nice too,” she said with a laugh.
“Of course,” he replied confidently. The girl he had chosen was naturally the best.
“Haha.”
The atmosphere relaxed again, and they continued chatting over tea.
“You should probably head out,” Lin Qianyi said after checking the time. It wasn’t dark yet, but the day was long.
“You’re kicking me out?” he asked, sounding slightly aggrieved.
“I’m worried it’ll be tiring to drive at night,” she explained.
His expression immediately brightened. So she was worried about him.
“It’s fine. This is nothing for me,” he said casually.
“Still, you should leave earlier,” she insisted. The roads weren’t as good as in the future, and night driving wasn’t safe.
“I know what I’m doing,” he said—but clearly, he didn’t want to leave yet.
Fine. She stopped persuading him. She already understood why he was lingering.
Her heart felt sweeter and sweeter.
They chatted casually, sharing small stories and gradually growing closer. Their thoughts and values aligned surprisingly well.
Lin Qianyi was twenty on paper, but mentally she was twenty-five.
Meanwhile, Meng Junchuan—though only a little older than her in this life—was far more mature and steady.
Standing beside him, she sometimes felt a bit childish.
Eventually, there was no reason to linger any longer.
“I really should go now,” Meng Junchuan said reluctantly, standing up.
Lin Qianyi also stood.
He looked at her, wanting to hug her, but hesitated—afraid she might find him too forward.
In the end, he barely managed to restrain himself.