Meng Xiyue only mentioned Yuan’er once during the interview.
Although the clues provided were pitifully few, with millions sharing the same name in this world, netizens still managed to dig up Xia Yuan.
The reason was simple: Meng Xiyue’s ring was the same model as Xia Yuan’s.
Just Meng Xiyue’s resume had already attracted a large number of fans, not to mention her exquisite and beautiful face that could rival many young stars in the entertainment industry.
The joy of fans is often that simple.
Unfortunately, Meng Xiyue’s Weibo was painfully monotonous, with no updates at all, and she only followed Xia Yuan.
It seemed her daily routine on Weibo was to like Xia Yuan’s posts as soon as they were up.
Netizens, who were quietly consuming this dog food, directly jumped over to Xia Yuan’s page.
Then, they were charmed by Xia Yuan as well.
After all, who doesn’t like a pretty girl?
A large number of fans would regularly check in under Xia Yuan’s posts, begging for more dog food, using all sorts of cute and playful tactics.
Xia Yuan found it amusing and would occasionally post photos or interactions with Meng Xiyue.
The sweetness made the fans scream, and when Xia Yuan was in a good mood, she loved to hold giveaways.
High-end luxury items were given away casually.
Xia Yuan’s identity was naturally revealed by informed netizens: a rich and beautiful woman, not short on cash.
The love between the two ladies was not only beautiful but also wealthy and sweet; their ship was even sweeter than the ones fans usually supported.
A flood of fanfiction and artists began to emerge.
Xia Yuan enjoyed reading them and even extracted the essence from them to put into action.
Meng Xiyue rarely worked overtime now, but as the company grew larger, it was inevitable that she still brought work home.
At this moment, Meng Xiyue was working in her study when there was a gentle knock on the door.
It was naturally Xia Yuan arriving at this hour.
The sound of high heels?
Meng Xiyue looked up in surprise and saw Xia Yuan dressed in a professional suit.
Before she could speak, Xia Yuan said first, “President, there’s a document that needs your signature.”
Meng Xiyue’s eyelashes fluttered slightly as Xia Yuan approached in her high heels, bending over to reveal her attractive neckline.
She took Meng Xiyue’s long fingers and pointed to a spot on her body, teasingly saying, “Sign here.”
Meng Xiyue: “……”
Xia Yuan then sat on Meng Xiyue’s lap, breathing softly, “President, please sign for me quickly.”
Meng Xiyue’s gaze deepened, her fingertips moved, and in a hushed voice, she replied, “Okay.”
……
Afterward, Xia Yuan sat on the sofa in the study, breathing lightly, her eyes slightly flushed and her eyelashes damp.
Tilting her head back, she looked at Meng Xiyue, who was impeccably dressed and finishing up her work at the desk, and began to consider.
Playing doctors and nurses wasn’t bad either.
If Meng Xiyue and Xia Yuan Were Childhood Friends
Recently, a talented artist gained some popularity online.
Xia Yuan was tagged by countless people, and she casually checked it out, only to see a portrait of a family of three.
Meng Xiyue, her, and a little girl.
The little girl looked like a perfect blend of her and Meng Xiyue.
The comments on Weibo were filled with requests for them to have children.
Some even called her “grandma.”
Xia Yuan: “……”
Even so, Xia Yuan coldly rejected the topic of having children.
That night, she had a dream.
Five-year-old Xia Yuan lived a carefree life, and her favorite thing to do every day was to pester her brother and Brother Li to play house with her.
Unfortunately, her older brothers, Xia Ke and Li Ting, were unwilling to play with her, which made Xia Yuan very upset, and she cried as she went to find her mother to complain.
Her mother gently wiped away Xia Yuan’s tears and kindly told her that the new little girl who had just moved in next door was the same age as her, and they could play together.
Xia Yuan happily packed her toys into her little backpack and went to find her new playmate.
She was particularly vengeful; now that she had a new friend, she no longer wanted to pay attention to her brothers.
With her little legs, Xia Yuan found the little girl.
Sitting quietly in the garden outside the villa, she looked like a doll, and at first glance, Xia Yuan instantly liked her.
Without any hesitation, she ran over, took the girl’s soft hand, and smiled sweetly, “Let’s be friends.”
The doll blinked her big eyes and then gently nodded in agreement.
Xia Yuan was overjoyed and took out her toys from her little backpack, squatting on the lawn to arrange them one by one, “Let’s play house, okay?”
The doll replied in a soft voice, her eyes filled with innocent curiosity, “Okay.”
“Then from now on, you are my daughter, and I am your mommy. Now I need to do your hair,” Xia Yuan said happily as she took out a small comb.
Who would have thought that the doll would frown and refuse to let her touch her hair, seriously telling her, “You are not my mommy; I only have one.”
Xia Yuan blinked, “This is just pretend.”
The doll still wasn’t willing, “No.”
In the end, their roles became sisters, and only then did the doll allow Xia Yuan to touch her hair.
Xia Yuan was the younger sister, and the doll was the older sister.
When Mama Xia came over, she found the two little girls with their faces smeared in a mess of colors.
She couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time, “Yuan’er, it’s time to go home.”
Just then, a voice called out from the other side.
Xia Yuan tugged at the doll’s hand, “Mom, can I take her home?”
“No, you can’t. Her mom has come to pick her up.”
Upon hearing this, Xia Yuan immediately burst into tears, crying heart-wrenchingly as she said, “Doll, we can still play together tomorrow.”
The doll also had red eyes and replied, “Okay,” while correcting her name, “My name is Meng Xiyue, not Doll.”
When dawn broke, Xia Yuan nestled in Meng Xiyue’s arms and said, “Meng Xiyue, let’s have a child.”
There is already technology abroad that allows two girls to conceive without needing sperm.
Meng Xiyue was momentarily stunned, then gently stroked Xia Yuan’s silky long hair, responding in her usual style, “Have you thought it through?”
Xia Yuan propped herself up, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Meng Xiyue, “Yes, I’ve thought it through.”
“Just the thought of having a child that looks like you makes me so happy.”
Meng Xiyue kissed Xia Yuan’s eyes, her heart melting, “Okay.”
At the same time, she couldn’t help but start to imagine what life would be like with a little Xia Yuan.
