Reborn as His Intellectually Disabled Wife-Chapter 623 - 624: Meeting

If the current Bai Zhengyuan were any less significant person, Meng Yue might have just laughed it off.

But because it was Bai Zhengyuan, she couldn’t.

Because he was the father of her child, she couldn’t!

After tidying up the house, Meng Yue sat on the sofa, feeling once again like a walking corpse, utterly spiritless.

At this moment, her phone suddenly rang with a call. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

It was from a number she hadn’t contacted in so long that she almost couldn’t remember that she once had such a close friend.

The note was simple, just two words: Yuan’er.

Meng Yue stared blankly for a while before finally reaching out with both hands to pick up the phone.

As soon as she answered, she heard the sound of a car honking from the other end.

Meng Yue spoke, "Hello."

Zhao Siyan had just gotten off the plane and into a car when she heard Meng Yue’s long-missed voice, feeling unavoidably sentimental. After a long pause, she sighed and said, "Do you have time? Let’s meet."

...

Arriving at the place Zhao Siyan had mentioned, Meng Yue’s heart inexplicably tightened with nervousness.

She and Zhao Siyan used to be the closest of friends, but after that incident occurred, neither of them suggested a breakup, yet they had already become strangers to each other.

Seeing Zhao Siyan again, Meng Yue found that this woman seemed much happier than she had imagined.

In the past, Zhao Siyan had been the prettiest among them.

She had a small face, large eyes, a cute and petite nose, naturally curly lashes, and skin so fair and tender it was almost unreal.

And now, Zhao Siyan seemed not to have changed much from those days.

Her fair skin was still firm and radiant; she sat elegantly on a café chair holding a vintage-style European coffee cup, gazing out of the window as if lost in thought, her features serious yet graceful.

In contrast, Meng Yue couldn’t help feeling ashamed in that instant.

She must look both old and ugly now.

The torment of the past few days left her feeling more exhausted than ever before.

Meng Yue paused her steps, too ashamed to be seen.

She hesitated, wondering if she should hide, when she suddenly heard a soft and very familiar voice, which had not changed much from the past, "Xiao Yue."

Meng Yue looked up and immediately saw Zhao Siyan, who was looking her way.

Zhao Siyan’s son was already twenty-six or twenty-seven, and though she was nearly fifty, Meng Yue could only see a few fine lines at the corners of her eyes when she smiled; otherwise, time seemed to have always been quite generous to her.

Zhao Siyan waved at her, smiling, "Here I am."

Of course, Meng Yue knew.

But at that moment, she felt somewhat disheveled, too embarrassed to approach.

Still, under Zhao Siyan’s gaze, Meng Yue mustered the courage and walked over.

Setting down her bag, Meng Yue sat down across from her, sincerely exclaiming, "You’re still beautiful as ever."

Zhao Siyan couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Looking into her eyes, Meng Yue suddenly remembered what Bai Zhengyuan had once said about Zhao Siyan: her eyes were like stars.

In that moment, Meng Yue felt as if she could see the starlight in Zhao Siyan’s eyes.

Zhao Siyan pushed the menu toward her, "Order something first. I’ve ordered a tiramisu. I didn’t know if your coffee taste has changed, so I didn’t get you one."

Meng Yue managed a forced smile, "A hot latte."

"Surely it’s changed, you used to always like cappuccinos."