Chapter 100 - MENG BAO'S FIANCEE?! (3)

I followed Mr. Yang Zhuhuo and walked towards the office door. The woman named Li Daiyu was still standing in front of the door, she was obviously in a bad mood, but when she saw Mr. Yang, she immediately bowed politely and smiled, 

"Good morning, Uncle Yang. I've been waiting for a while now. I really thought that you wouldn't come," Li Daiyu said. Her tone sounded sweet, like a younger girl talking to older men.

This actually creeped me out a bit since it gave me the suspicion this woman was actually Mr. Yang Zhuhuo's sugar baby instead of Meng Bao's long-term uh… admirer. 

Mr. Yang nodded and unlocked the office door with a card, "Come in."

Li Daiyu entered immediately while I walked behind her. She slammed the door, and it hit my forehead, "OUCH!" 

Both Mr. Yang and Li Daiyu turned their heads at the same time. They saw me covering my forehead and grimacing in pain. Li Daiyu covered her mouth dramatically and asked, "Ah, why are you still here? Aren't you a lift attendant? Or you're actually a cleaning service?"

'Bitch! You're definitely intentional. I saw you glancing at me!' I cursed in my heart, but I said nothing such since Mr. Yang said this woman was extremely favored by Madam Evelynn Yang, so I had to restraint myself. 

I fixed my expression and replied with a forced smile, "Sorry, but I'm actually a SECRETARY here. Maybe you should ask first before assuming things, Miss."

"Ah, sorry, because from your appearance, it screams low class and uneducated. So I really didn't expect you to be the secretary of Uncle Yang," Li Daiyu said passive-aggressively. 

I clenched my fist, but with another forced smile, I reply, "Miss Li Daiyu is obviously more educated than me, but I'm not sure how an educated woman would slam a door to another person's face and not apologizing first before everything?"

"Are you, by any chance, not being taught of manner before, Miss Educated?"

"PFFTT—" Mr. Yang almost burst out of laugh after my words. 

Li Daiyu glared at me for a second, maybe because she didn't expect me to reply. 

In the end, she just turned her head and ignored me. She sat on the sofa while Mr. Yang was busy piling up the desk with documents. I helped Mr. Yang sort out the document because he needed to present a few important ones to Mr. Feng Xiaojun. 

We were busy for a while in silence until Li Daiyu suddenly asked, "Uncle Yang, I'm here for a request."

"Wait a minute, I'm busy with documents here. I have a meeting at ten—"

"Ah, a meeting? Then, should I asked Aunty Yang to talk with you? She said that I should come to Uncle Yang because my Mengmeng is in China right now. Maybe I can meet him a lot more often here, right?" Li Daiyu asked.

'Mengmeng?!' I almost reacted when Li Daiyu mentioned that name. I really thought that she was talking about Cutiepie Mengmeng for a moment. But then, she continued with…

"You know, Uncle Yang, Mengmeng… well, Menghuo, often tell me that he visits your office from time to time."

I breathed in relief. I really thought that she was talking about my Mengmeng, but it turned out she was just talking about Meng Bao and what seems like Meng Bao's endearing name to others.

And his endearing name was also Mengmeng…

'What a coincidence, he has the same endearing name as my cutiepie Mengmeng….'I pondered. 'In fact, if Meng Bao is a woman, I would've really thought that I met Mengmeng again after so long.'

Mr. Yang Zhuhuo stopped working on the document. He glanced at me and then said, "Go sort the important documents I have been telling you. I need to talk to her first." 

I sighed and nodded. Thus, I kept sorting out the documents… slowly because I still wanted to listen to their conversation, obviously. 

Li Daiyu sighed as she was sitting face to face with Mr. Yang, "Uncle Yang, I've been thinking about Mengmeng recently. It seems that he has moved from his penthouses and mansion. I've been checking almost everything for the last three days and found no trace of Mengmeng."

"I think he bought a new apartment somewhere. But I can't trace it," Li Daiyu said. 

"You come today only to ask me about Menghuo's whereabouts?" Mr. Yang looked surprised and a bit pissed with Li Daiyu's question. This was understandable because he didn't have enough time to cater to a woman who was still busy chasing like a man like an obsessive fangirl.

He was busy and had a lot to handle.

"How should I know? Menghuo never told me about his apartments. He could just purchase a new apartment or penthouse, or maybe even a mansion without telling anyone."

"Li Daiyu, if that is the only thing that you want to talk about, you should leave now. I have a lot of work to do and an important meeting soon."

Li Daiyu crossed her arms, "Well then, I will wait here. Uncle Yang, can you call Mengmeng so he can come here? I haven't met him for a while. I miss him, you know."

Mr. Yang looked so pissed off, but he still tried to be nice to Li Daiyu and fished out the phone from his pocket. He called Meng Bao, and it took a while for Meng Bao to reply. 

Mr. Yang intentionally put it on speaker, so Li Daiyu could hear it. 

'Yes, dad?' Meng Bao's familiar voice was heard from across the call. I had a thin smile on my face, just thinking about that stupid cry baby.

"Son, where are you right now?" Mr. Yang asked. 

'I'm in Switzerland, what's the matter? Do you need investment? Finally, accepting my offer? Dad, I can give you a hundred million dollars incentive as an investment if you need help with the company.'

"I don't need it! I have my own money. Go use yours for something else instead!" Mr. Yang replied with a yell. I knew that he reacted like that because he had a lot of pride, especially when it was about taking money from his son. 

Meng Bao laughed heartily, 'I'm in Switzerland right now because I need good butter and milk.'

"Butter and Milk? You flew to Switzerland for Swiss butter and milk? What was that for?" 

Meng Bao paused for a moment, then he said, 'Well, I accidentally made someone special angry because I threw away the butter and milk that her family sent. So I want to compensate by replacing it with a new one.'

…

Mr. Yang glanced at Li Daiyu, who was stupefied at the sudden revelation. Meanwhile, I kept listening because I felt complicated after hearing what Meng Bao said just now. 

"Okay, I don't know which woman you're talking about, but why would you go as far as flying to Switzerland only for Swiss butter and milk? Just buy her a new one. The highest quality in the store is alright."

'No…' Meng Bao replied. Then he sighed, 'The butter and milk don't matter. But I know that she got mad at me because of the sentimental value. It was made on her family farm. The butter was made by his parents, so that's what makes it special.'

'Since I don't know where her family is. I would just come to our farm and then make the butter by myself, so it also holds the same sentimental value… hopefully.'

"YOU MAKE A BUTTER BY YOURSELF?!"

'Yeah… I'm doing it with traditional style. Had to kidnap—I mean, ask a local old lady to teach me how to churn butter correctly. I churned the butter a few hours ago,' Yang Menghuo said.

Mr. Yang Zhuhuo gawked. He looked at me and then looked at Li Daiyu. All of us gawked at that, especially me. I didn't know that Meng Bao would go as far as making butter traditionally, just to compensate. 

I wanted to say that he went too far and too dramatic since I didn't think of it too much after I lashed out at him. But he must've felt really guilty, so he did this for me. 

It made me realized that Meng Bao was actually… such a sweet person and would be a good dad in the future as well. 

I lowered my head and continued sorting out the document, but my face felt warmer, and my ears inevitably reddened.

Mr. Yang was speechless with his son's answer. In the end, he didn't press further and said proudly, "Okay, son. You do you. It seems that you understand the sentimental value of something for someone. Good, good. I won't bother you. Goodbye."

"Bye, Dad."

Click.

"You hear that, Li Daiyu? My son is currently in Switzerland, making butter for a woman that he loved. I have nothing to answer. It's clear already. You can leave now."