“Engineer Xu.” Lin Qianyi walked into the office, where Xu was still writing something.
“Qianyi, you’re here.” Xu looked up from a stack of books.
“Engineer Xu, I’ve made a preliminary translation. There are some parts I wasn’t sure about, so I marked them for your review.”She handed over the translated draft along with the original documents.
Xu took them and read carefully, nodding as he went.
“Good, very good. The translation is excellent.”
He then picked up a pen and marked the sections she had been uncertain about, before handing them back.
“Alright, I’ll revise these and rewrite a clean copy,” she said after reviewing them.
“Good, good. I’ll give you new materials later,” Xu replied, clearly pleased.
He was genuinely happy—just as expected, the daughter of Engineer Lin and Engineer Li was outstanding.
Lin Qianyi left with the documents, planning to rewrite them neatly the next day at work.
Her life gradually became more fulfilling. Work was no longer boring; after work, she either read at home or went into her space to relax. It was peaceful and comfortable.
……
On a day off, a military jeep slowly entered the residential compound.
Many people curiously watched as it stopped in front of one of the buildings.
When the handsome young officer got out of the car, several people recognized him—he was Lin Qianyi’s boyfriend.
They watched as he took out a large pile of gifts from the trunk and carried them upstairs to knock on her door.
“You’re here,” she said, opening the door and letting him in. He had already told her yesterday at work that he would come today.
“It looks completely different,” Meng Junchuan said as soon as he stepped inside.
“How is it?” Lin Qianyi asked with a smile.
“Very good,” he said, looking around approvingly.
The same furniture, but everything had been subtly rearranged. The placement had changed, and the décor was different.
The whole room now felt completely transformed—comfortable and warm.
The table was covered with a patchwork tablecloth made from small square pieces of fabric. A vase of wildflowers sat on top, giving the room a lively feel.
The sofa had a new cover, making it look both cozy and beautiful.
The room no longer felt plain like before.
Meng Junchuan placed the things on the table while Lin Qianyi went to make tea, but he stopped her and took over.
“You sit. I’ll do it,” he said, skillfully taking out the tea leaves.
She didn’t argue and let him handle it.
“Why did you buy so much again?” she asked, looking at the table full of items. “You really are generous.”
“I didn’t buy much. I just saw some fruit and picked it up,” he replied, pouring hot water into the teapot.
She glanced at the bags. That’s “some fruit”?
He had practically emptied a fruit stall.
There weren’t many kinds of fruit in this era—mostly plums, apricots, apples, and peaches. Even watermelons weren’t common.
One watermelon would already be enough—but he had bought two.
There were also cans of fruit and meat, plus a pile of pastries. They still hadn’t finished the last batch he brought, and she had already given away quite a few.
She wasn’t particularly fond of these pastries either—they felt a bit coarse and overly sweet compared to what she was used to.
At least he hadn’t bought milk powder or malted milk drink this time; they still had unopened ones at home.
After brewing the tea, Meng Junchuan came over, unpacked the bags, and started arranging everything neatly.
She let him be and sat on the sofa, watching him work—handsome men doing chores really were pleasing to the eye.
He was efficient too: after organizing everything, he went to wash and cut the fruit, even slicing the watermelon into bite-sized pieces and bringing it over with toothpicks.
So thoughtful.
She was extremely satisfied—she really had good luck.
Meng Junchuan looked at her smiling face and couldn’t help but curve his lips. She looked so pleased—he wondered what she was thinking.
“Try it. Is it sweet?” he asked, offering her a piece.
“It’s very sweet,” she said after tasting it. “Really good.”
“I’ve already submitted my report,” he added seriously.
“Mhm.”
Her face slowly turned red, the late-arriving shyness finally catching up.
Meng Junchuan watched her blush deepen, his smile growing wider.
“I’ll have my family come to propose in a while,” he said casually, taking a sip of tea.
“…What?” she froze.
Only then did reality hit her—she had casually “picked a handsome guy,” but hadn’t really thought through the practical consequences.
She had assumed it would be simple: they liked each other, applied, and got married. That was how some factory couples did it.
She had never really dated or considered marriage seriously, so she thought feelings were just between two people.
But apparently, with his background, things wouldn’t be that simple.
This was… going to become a proper formal marriage proposal.
Uh-oh. The “ugly daughter-in-law meeting the in-laws” moment had arrived early.
“Don’t worry. You’re not ugly,” Meng Junchuan said, clearly amused.
Huh? How did he guess what she was thinking?
Only then did she realize she had said it out loud.
Fine then. Meet them she would.
“When?” she asked after thinking it through.
“My family needs some time to prepare. I’ll tell you in advance,” he said.
“Alright.”
“For now, want to go out for a walk?” he asked.
“Sure.”
The weather outside was bright and sunny.
Staying indoors together too long might draw gossip, so going out for a walk seemed better.
She went to change clothes.
She put on a black cotton long dress with small gray floral patterns she had made herself, reaching down to her ankles. Paired with a gray top with black buttons and a fitted waistline, it highlighted her figure nicely.
Her hair was loosely braided and draped over her left shoulder.
She looked tall, elegant, and striking.