Why Are You in My House?

As evening approached, the flow of pedestrians and vehicles continued, with more and more people heading home for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Zhang Yang, of course, didn't stay with Li Xiaoxuan. Instead, he drove alone, pondering who to give the last Mid-Autumn Festival gift box to.

"Why don't we just send it to my mom? What mother doesn't love her son? Sending it to her will guarantee the mission is accomplished," Zhang Yang suddenly smiled and muttered to himself.

With the last gift box secured, Zhang Yang instantly felt less anxious.

A moment later, at the roadside.

Zhang Yang got out of the car, looked up at the full moon in the sky, which looked like a jade plate, and saw a constant stream of blessing messages at his side.

He has friends, confidantes, and subordinates.

There were also many people I knew and didn't know...

Zhang Yang couldn't possibly reply to everyone, so he could only selectively reply to some.

Although it's the Mid-Autumn Festival tonight, no one is home.

The restaurants were still bustling with business on Mid-Autumn Festival night. Many people from other places who were away from home decided to spend the festival at the restaurants, so my parents were very busy tonight.

There's no rush to go back.

He lowered his head, preparing to take out a cigarette.

"Handsome, can you give me a ride?" A girl who looked innocent-looking mustered up her courage and approached him.

"Excuse me, I'm waiting for someone." Zhang Yang looked up and smiled politely.

The girl next to him was stunned by the beauty of the man who suddenly looked up. When she came to her senses, she realized that she had been politely rejected.

She wanted to leave, but couldn't bear to, so she stayed with Zhang Yang until he finished a cigarette.

"It's getting late, let's go back and celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival." Zhang Yang stubbed out his cigarette and smiled.

"Um... can I add you on WeChat?" the girl finally asked, a little bolder than usual.

"No more, goodbye." Zhang Yang waved and got into the car.

In the past, out of politeness, I would sometimes add a bunch of people on WeChat who I probably would never talk to again. But now I don't do that anymore. Since they won't reply anyway, there's no need to give them any hope.

As for himself, he's really not so idle that he needs to flirt.

Cullinan too far away.

The girl stood there, watching the Cullinan into the distance, feeling a little lost.

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Zhang Yang drove around the city almost aimlessly, eventually ending up somewhere he didn't even know where he had gone.

"Where am I?" He suddenly felt that this place looked familiar.

Upon careful reflection, Zhang Yang suddenly realized that this was Meng Baihan's villa area.

How did I end up here after all this time?

Zhang Yang shook his head and smiled, preparing to drive away.

"Huh?"

It's truly a coincidence; he seemed to have spotted someone he knew.

A figure was approaching from the roadside outside the car window, just about to pass by my car.

The figure had long, black hair and an air of scholarly refinement.

It was Meng Baihan.

"Being a teacher for a long time changes your demeanor," Zhang Yang muttered to himself with a chuckle, then honked his car horn.

Outside Cullinan, Meng Baihan suddenly stopped, looking with some surprise at the car in front of him, which was shimmering under the streetlights and looked quite expensive.

Late at night, a car suddenly honked its horn at me?

Meng Baihan glanced around and quickened his pace.

"Meng Baihan, it's me." The car window rolled down, revealing Zhang Yang's handsome face.

Meng Baihan was taken aback, his eyes instantly showing surprise and delight.

"Zhang Yang?"

Zhang Yang got out of the car and walked over with a smile, "Why are you walking so fast? What are you afraid of?"

"It's so late at night, and a car suddenly honks its horn. How could I, a young girl, not be scared?" Meng Baihan chided, then glanced out the window, seemingly to make sure no one else was there. "When did you go back to Yinghai? Alone?"

"Yes, alone." Zhang Yang nodded and smiled.

"That's terrible? Where's your girlfriend? Wasn't she with you?" Meng Baihan asked curiously.

"I opened a bookstore for her; she's been busy with her little business lately," Zhang Yang explained simply. "By the way... Happy Holidays."

It was a chance encounter, so I figured I might as well give them a mooncake gift box.

Of course, Zhang Yang didn't think much of it; it was simply a coincidence that he wanted to give a small gift.

He opened the trunk and took out a mooncake gift box.

"A small token of my appreciation."

The Four Seasons Hotel's handmade mooncakes are actually quite high-end, and with the right packaging, they look quite sophisticated. They'd make a presentable gift.

Therefore, Zhang Yang didn't feel embarrassed to give this away at this moment.

"A gift for me? Thank you!" Meng Baihan made no attempt to hide his surprise and delight, and readily accepted the gift. "It's a mooncake from the Four Seasons Hotel!"

Zhang Yang's face, which had been slightly smiling, suddenly froze.

Bite!

Mid-Autumn Festival Gift Giveaway (Completed)

Task Reward 1: 30 experience points

Task Reward 2: [Haiqin Restaurant Exclusive Buff: Feel at Home]

No, the mission is complete already?

Zhang Yang looked at his smiling old classmate and recalled the requirements of the mission.

Opposite sex with a favorability rating of 90 or higher?

Meng Baihan's favorability rating towards me actually reached over 90%?

What does a favorability rating of 90 or higher mean?

Let's put it this way: a passing grade of 60 means you have a slight liking for someone, while 80 means you have a very good liking for someone, or even just a crush.

Those ninety...

The first two had already engaged in a deep spiritual and physical connection, a profound exchange. But Meng Baihan... when did this begin?

For a moment, Zhang Yang's mind was racing, and he lost his composure.

"Hey, old classmate, are you alright?" Meng Baihan gently waved his hand in front of Zhang Yang.

"It's nothing." Zhang Yang came back to his senses, casually grabbed the hand in front of him, and stared at Meng Baihan for a while.

Meng Baihan let Zhang Yang hold her hand for a while, and finally blushed and pulled her hand back.

Why have you been staring at me for so long?

"Sorry," Zhang Yang smiled apologetically, "Well... you should head home early, I'll be going now too."

"Hey, wait a minute." Meng Baihan suddenly called out to Zhang Yang.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yang stopped and turned around to ask, puzzled.

"Since you're already here..." Meng Baihan seemed to have mustered up a lot of courage, "Would you like to come to my place for a bit... I'm not just being polite, I'm serious."

"Go to your house?" Zhang Yang hesitated for a moment.

"My parents aren't home for Mid-Autumn Festival, and there's no one else around," Meng Baihan said softly, her eyes filled with hope.

"Well... alright then." Zhang Yang thought for a moment and nodded.

Since my house is dark anyway and my parents aren't home, I might as well go to someone else's house and experience the joy of Mid-Autumn Festival.

A moment later, Zhang Yang and Meng Baihan walked into the villa area.

It's the same villa as last time.

Meng Baihan took out her key to open the door, and Zhang Yang turned on his phone's flashlight for her.

A moment later, the two went inside the house.

The lights were turned on, and the house was instantly brightly lit.

"Zhang Yang, please make yourself at home. I'll wash some fruit and get you some snacks," Meng Baihan warmly invited Zhang Yang to sit down.

"I'll just sit for a bit, you don't need to do anything," Zhang Yang said as he sat down on the sofa.

"Guests are guests, do you want me to be rude?" Meng Baihan gave Zhang Yang a light glare and went inside to get a fruit platter.

A moment later, peeled pomelos, chopped pears, and a plate of boiled water chestnuts and peanuts were placed in front of Zhang Yang.

"Come on, old classmate, have some tea." Meng Baihan offered him a cup of water.

"You're too kind," Zhang Yang said with a smile, then took the opportunity to look around the villa.

Older villas naturally have layouts that are inferior to modern villas.

However, it's no wonder they come from a wealthy family.

Look at this exquisite all-rosewood furniture, the root-carved tea table next to it, the pavilion and small fountain in the courtyard, and the group photo next to it.

Zhang Yang could clearly see that it was a photo of Meng Baihan with his family when he was a child, taken during a trip abroad.

"Oh, you're looking at my photos? I have more, want to see them?" Meng Baihan followed Zhang Yang's gaze and asked with a smile.

"I'm a little curious, let me see." Zhang Yang nodded.

A moment later, Meng Baihan brought out a photo album and enthusiastically showed Zhang Yang his growth process from childhood to adulthood.

"Look, this is a picture of me when I was just born, at one month old."

"This is my kindergarten graduation photo."

"This is a photo from our summer vacation in Tokyo Disney when we were in elementary school. Back then, we would go on a trip almost every summer vacation."

She sat down next to Zhang Yang, very close.

Zhang Yang could even smell the fragrance of her hair and the very fresh and elegant perfume she wore.

"Sigh... now it's high school." Meng Baihan suddenly stopped, looked at the high school graduation photo, then turned to look at Zhang Yang beside him. "You've changed so much, it's truly earth-shattering."

"Although the changes are significant, we've also endured a lot of hardship." Zhang Yang smiled but didn't explain further.

Looking through the photos, Meng Baihan's life from childhood to adulthood flashed before his eyes. He suddenly realized that he had watched Meng Baihan grow from a little girl into the most beautiful girl in her high school class, and now into Teacher Meng.

"I understand. Without hardship, you wouldn't have achieved what you have today." Meng Baihan gave a thumbs up. "I admire you."

As she moved, she suddenly realized that the two of them seemed inexplicably close, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

Suddenly, the sound of a vehicle engine seemed to come from the yard.

Meng Baihan snapped out of it, stood up abruptly, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "It must be my brother."

"Your brother?" Zhang Yang's first impression was of the little boy who always had a toy gun in his hand, who had just appeared in the photo album.

Then, a name came to mind.

Meng Baihan's brother, isn't his name Meng Mingfeng? Hmm, this isn't the place to meet him!

Zhang Yang's expression suddenly became a little strange.

Because Meng Mingfeng had once pursued Lin Jingmin relentlessly without success, only to have Lin Jingmin snatch her away herself.

Later, on another occasion, they had just finished having sex in their car and when they got out, they bumped into Meng Mingfeng.

"Xiaohan, I brought you mooncakes. Oh, we have guests!"

A figure abruptly stopped. Meng Mingfeng had just closed the door when he stared blankly at Zhang Yang.

"Hello," Zhang Yang said, nodding confidently first.

"You... you... you..." Meng Mingfeng stammered, unable to speak coherently. "What are you doing in my house?"

In an instant, many images flashed through his mind.

From catching them having sex in a car last time, to this time witnessing Zhang Yang and Lin Jingmin kissing downstairs at the company...

That's enough, all of that.

But now, he suddenly appears at his own home, alone in a room with his own sister. What does this mean?

For a moment, his mind was in complete turmoil.

Are they old grudges or new grievances? Absolutely, but he just can't bring himself to turn against them.

Because he saw the Cullinan car keys that Zhang Yang casually held in his hand.

This guy drives an eight or nine million Cullinan.

"Brother, what kind of talk is that? Zhang Yang is my classmate. We bumped into each other on the street, and I just invited him over. You're being incredibly rude," Meng Baihan said casually from the side.

"Oh yes, I misspoke." Meng Mingfeng took a deep breath. "Brother Zhang, happy holiday."

"You too." Zhang Yang smiled and stood up. "I've been sitting here for a while, so I won't stay any longer. My parents are waiting for me to go back. Meng Baihan, see you next time?"

He took his leave.

"Alright then, I won't keep you any longer." Meng Baihan glanced at her somewhat absent-minded brother, then looked at Zhang Yang, "Shall I see you off?"

"No need, no need, I can walk by myself." Zhang Yang said politely, nodded to Meng Mingfeng, and walked straight out the door.

A moment later, only the brother and sister remained in the villa.

"Xiaohan, let me ask you, do you like your classmate? I'm serious," Meng Mingfeng suddenly asked out of the blue.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Meng Baihan stood up abruptly, seemingly trying to cover up his mistake. "He has a girlfriend."

"So you're not denying that you like him, right?" Meng Mingfeng was stunned, his mouth tasted bitter.

He has more than just a girlfriend!

He stole your brother's love interest, and now he's still entangled with you in an ambiguous relationship...

"Needless to say," Meng Baihan said softly, "It's none of your business."

"No!" Meng Mingfeng suddenly exclaimed, "You absolutely cannot!"

"No? Brother, you don't need to overreact like this, do you?" Meng Baihan looked at his older brother in disbelief. "Besides, many people like him, but that doesn't mean they'll definitely be together."

"You... you'd better not even have that thought," Meng Mingfeng stammered, his heart filled with unspeakable bitterness.

He can't very well say that all the women he likes have been stolen away by his classmate, can he?

He would never miss an opportunity to let his sister see the true colors of her old classmate, but when it came to his own reputation, he had no choice but to keep quiet.

"Brother, you... you're really being unreasonable." Meng Baihan stomped his foot, turned around angrily, and went upstairs by himself.

Meng Mingfeng sat downstairs in a daze, glancing at the home security camera next to him.

For some reason, he inexplicably turned on his phone, ready to watch the surveillance footage from earlier.

He looked at it over and over for a while before finally letting out a long sigh of relief.

It's clear that everything is still in its infancy; nothing has happened between the two of them yet, as for the future...

"Absolutely not, I have to stop right away," he muttered to himself, glancing towards his sister's room upstairs. "Fortunately, it seems there's still time."