The back garden was full of flowers and plants that were in bloom. The servant told her that Mr. Meng had planted them himself, and several trees had been there for many years.

Ji Changmu and Meng Chen were chatting happily in the living room. It was still early, so Meng Chen invited Ji Changmu to play chess together.

While playing chess and chatting, Ji Changmu learned that Meng Chen and Master Qiao had known each other since childhood and were both from the capital. As for why Meng Chen had not been married for many years, Ji Changmu did not ask any more questions.

Meng Chen held the black chess piece and asked with a smile: "When will Mr. Ji plan to give Miss Qiao a wedding? As an uncle, I can't wait to have a wedding banquet."

"I plan to return to Qiongzhou after she graduates."

"You really can wait." Meng Chen sighed, "I thought everyone in the world couldn't wait to marry their beloved girl home."

"Before, I was unwell and had to sit in a wheelchair. When my legs and feet got better, it happened to be time for Qiao Muyuan to come to Cambridge to study. It was delayed. It was the same with getting the marriage certificate. As for the wedding, I will personally plan it after JY is more stable.

I wouldn’t trust this kind of thing to anyone else.”

"Little Yuzi is a very good girl. Old Qiao has always preferred this daughter. I always thought that he was reluctant to marry his daughter off, at least he would not marry her to someone else when she was in her early twenties. Now it seems that it is still me

I don’t know Lao Qiao well enough.”

"Master Qiao and I promised that we would treat A Yuan well."

"Well, I believe in Master Qiao's vision."

The two played a game of chess.

When Qiao Muyuan came back, they were still playing chess. She walked up behind Ji Changmu and deliberately hugged his neck: "Uncle Meng, who lost and who won?"

"The round is not over yet." Meng Chen said, "But your husband is very powerful."

"No, Mr. Meng is better."

Meng Chen smiled.

Qiao Muyuan stared at the chessboard for a while. The two were equally matched, and for a moment he couldn't tell who would win.

She simply said: "Why don't we eat with Qi? I'm hungry."

"Okay, let's draw." Meng Chen stood up, "I'm hungry too."

Ji Changmu didn't like fighting at all, and nodded: "I'll have a few more drinks with Mr. Meng tonight."

"Then I really want it."

Meng Chen was usually alone at home with no one to accompany him. This time Qiao Muyuan and Ji Changmu came over, and they seemed to be his daughter and son-in-law, and they were particularly happy.

Qiao Muyuan also drank a few drinks during the dinner. She held her chin and asked, "Uncle Meng, where is Aunt Xiaozi? Does she still live in the same place?"

"Yes, she has always lived there and has never changed places."

"What does she do on weekdays? I'll go see her some other time."

"There's nothing wrong with her. She hasn't liked working since she was young, and she still doesn't like working."

When Meng Chen said this, his tone was calm, and the glitz of the past years had faded away, leaving only the tranquility. These unchanging times will slowly pass by as time goes by, day after day.

Qiao Muyuan didn't mention Aunt Xiaozi again. She kept toasting to Meng Chen at the table.

Meng Chen was in a particularly good mood and drank several more drinks.

He probably hadn't drank like this for many years, so he couldn't help but talk about things that happened many, many years ago. He talked about how he and Master Qiao had stayed in England for many years when he was young, and how he had watched Chengfan grow up.

There was also what happened when Ye Jiaqi was pregnant with Qiao Muyuan.

The more he continued to speak, the more desolate his eyes became, and time passed by like a white horse, leaving only a broken shadow on the ground.
Chapter completed!