[GL] Meng Po Gave Her a Bowl of Soup By 叶涩

Chapter 2

In the end, still feeling uneasy, Xiao Mingyu made a call to Zhang Hui before boarding the plane.

Whether now or back in their student days, Xiao Mingyu was always seen by her friends as that aloof, untouchable, and stern goddess who could effortlessly crush obstacles with just a wave of her hand. She was cool, spoke little, and would never say two words if one would suffice. Even in passing, she rarely spared a glance for others.

Yet, despite being such a person, an unexpected and beautiful turn of events happened in her life.

—Song Wanyue.

She was Xiao Mingyu's fated calamity.

Over the years, Mingyu had changed a lot—from being distant and aloof to becoming restless and sleepless over just one look from Wanyue; from her misanthropy and avoidance of people after her father's unexpected passing to painstakingly building a life and pursuing a home with her.

Why?

Probably because of love.

When Zhang Hui received Xiao Mingyu's call, she didn’t need to think to know why. She responded in a muffled voice, "Oh, Director Xiao, what brings you to call me? Does the Empress have any orders?"

Xiao Mingyu stood in the airport lounge, gazing at the bright blue sky outside, her voice gentle. "Yes, Xiao Hui, the Empress wishes to invite you for a drink."

Zhang Hui burped, feeling speechless. "What is it, do you want me to go take care of the Empress's daily needs? Let me tell you, I’m not easy to hire. I’m currently—"

Xiao Mingyu curved her lips into a smile and shut her down with one sentence: "There’s a red envelope."

Zhang Hui glanced at the red envelope notification on her phone and was shocked. "Ah! Xiao Mingyu! Last week I asked you to treat me to Haidilao (TN: Haidilao Hotpot), and you said you were broke. But now, just to have me take care of Wanyue, how many digits are in this red envelope??? Do you even value friendship at all???"

The sky outside began to cloud over again, signaling the start of the rainy season. It was the perfect weather for Xiao Mingyu to recite a poem: "Friendship is precious, but love is priceless."

Zhang Hui: "…Hang up."

Half an hour later.

Song Wanyue, who had been lying on the bed repeatedly listening to the voice messages from Mingyu, was rudely awakened by Zhang Hui, who had barged in.

Having grown up together, Song Wanyue had no patience for her childhood friend. Wrapped in a bath towel, she sat on the bed, listening to Xiao Mingyu’s WeChat messages while holding one of Mingyu’s shirts to her nose, taking in its scent.

Zhang Hui walked in carrying several large bags, having even gone out of her way to buy Wanyue's favorite spicy hotpot from a distant location. But as soon as she entered the room, she saw Wanyue sniffing the shirt like a little puppy.

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After a moment of silence, Zhang Hui couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"

It's worth noting that Song Wanyue was famously known in their circle as a beauty. Outside, she was the kind of woman who would cover her mouth even when she smiled, always speaking gently with a graceful demeanor, and treating others with elegance. But at home, she acted like this… like a little woman.

Song Wanyue turned her head, her eyes filled with affection. "It smells so good."

Zhang Hui stared at her, almost making her eyes pop out of their sockets. Song Wanyue smiled slightly, kindly and generously offering, "Do you want to smell it?"