Pampered By My Fake Boyfriend's Brother-Chapter 512: Do You Know Her?

"I will be careful." Shen Jingrou’s lips curved slightly, a faint smile spreading across her mouth.

Shen Jingrou’s features were refined, and her gaze was gentle yet dignified.

Just then, the auntie entered with a cup of tea, placed it beside Meng Heming’s hand, and silently withdrew.

In the living room, with a hint of sandalwood scent, Meng Heming picked up the teacup, took a sip, and as he was setting it back down, Shen Jingrou softly said, "Dad wanted me to bring some tea over." She had given it to the auntie when she arrived.

"That was thoughtful of him." Meng Heming nodded.

Shen’s father had surely sent expensive tea.

"Uncle Meng..." Shen Jingrou spoke, her eyes somewhat distant, her words halting.

"If you have something to say, just say it." Meng Heming’s piercing gaze swept over her.

Seeing him so composed, as if assured that she had something on her mind, Shen Jingrou hesitated, looking around before speaking gently, "I would like to stay here for a while."

Meng Heming looked at her, surprised by the young girl’s request to stay.

Seeing no response and his expression appearing aloof and gloomy, Shen Jingrou awkwardly added, "If it’s inconvenient, Uncle Meng, just pretend I never said anything."

"Do you really see me as so unapproachable?" Meng Heming replied slowly.

"Not at all." Shen Jingrou shook her head in denial, and then tried to placate him, "Uncle Meng is the best. I’m just worried about bothering you."

Meng Heming noticed the girl’s smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes and knew she must be hiding something serious. A trace of pity surfaced on his face, "Just treat this place as your home."

Suddenly, Shen Jingrou’s eyes welled up, the rims turning red.

Seeing her emotional state, Meng Heming asked in a deep voice, "Do you want me to send someone to bring the little one over?"

"No need," Shen Jingrou replied nervously.

Thinking of her daughter, Shen Jingrou felt a faint ache in her heart.

"Alright then." Meng Heming respected her decision, though he felt a pang of disappointment at not being able to see the adorable little one.

At that moment, Meng Heming called for the servants to prepare a guest room.

Seeing the efficient arrangements, Shen Jingrou asked timidly, "Uncle Meng, aren’t you going to ask why I’m staying here?"

"If you want to talk, you’ll tell me even if I don’t ask," Meng Heming responded indifferently.

His complexion appeared unnaturally pale, yet his eyes were exceptionally bright, like stars in the night sky, shining brilliantly.

"Thank you for understanding, Uncle Meng." Her eyelashes fluttered lightly, framing her lively, beautiful eyes.

Just then, Uncle Ma entered from outside.

"Miss Shen!"

"Uncle Ma."

After bowing to Shen Jingrou, Uncle Ma approached the man, "Sir, it’s time to leave."

Meng Heming understood the implication in Uncle Ma’s words. Leaning on the armrest of the chair, he stood up with pride, "Jingrou, I have to step out for a while."

Seeing his stern demeanor, Shen Jingrou guessed that he had something important to attend to. "Okay."

Afterward, Meng Heming walked leisurely toward the backyard.

Uncle Ma was about to follow when a cool voice caught his attention, "Stay here and see if there’s anything Jingrou needs."

With that, he left.

Shen Jingrou had wanted to say she needed nothing, but seeing Uncle Meng rush off, she decided not to bother him.

Uncle Ma then turned around, "Miss Shen, let me show you to the room. If there’s anything you need, just tell me, and I’ll have it sent over."

"Uncle Ma, there’s no need to trouble yourself." Although she said this, Shen Jingrou still followed Uncle Ma in the direction of the guest room.

When Shen Jingrou was young, she often came to the An Residence to play and had stayed here many times.

Back then, Shen’s father frequently visited Meng Heming for drinks, and Shen Jingrou liked to stick to her father. Over time, whenever Shen’s father came to the An Residence, Shen Jingrou would follow along like a shadow.

Every time they came to the An Residence, Uncle Meng would always prepare a lot of food and toys for her, while the two adults would drink in the courtyard. Sometimes, after getting thoroughly drunk, Shen’s father would stay over, and Shen Jingrou would stay as well.

In her blurred memories, there was a time when Uncle Meng was addicted to alcohol, appearing unkempt and looking like a recluse from the countryside.

Later, as she grew up, those vague moments gradually faded from her memory. Yet occasionally, when she saw Uncle Meng’s well-groomed features, she would feel a moment of bewilderment, thinking the disheveled man from that time couldn’t have been Uncle Meng...

Of course, she never dared to verify it.

Although her father and Uncle Meng were friends, and Uncle Meng was kind to her, when facing him, she always felt his star-like bright eyes hid countless secrets, revealing a transcendence in his nature, as if nothing in the world concerned him.

Shen Jingrou recalled a sentence her father once said when he was drunk.

He said Uncle Meng lived his life for love.

Upon first hearing this, Shen Jingrou didn’t feel touched until she went through her youth... Looking back, she gradually understood the meaning behind her father’s words and grew to respect Uncle Meng even more.

More than once, she prayed fervently that Uncle Meng could fulfill his wishes in his lifetime!

In the quiet courtyard, Shen Jingrou spoke up to the figure of Uncle Ma ahead, "Uncle Ma, how has Uncle Meng been lately?"

"Ah, the same as always," Uncle Ma answered truthfully.

Shen Jingrou’s pace paused slightly, and she mumbled, "Uncle Meng said I lost weight, but what about him?"

Uncle Ma’s eyes lit up, "Now that Miss Shen is here, with your supervision, sir probably won’t dare to stay up late and will obediently take his medicine, naturally becoming healthier."

"I don’t have that kind of influence." Shen Jingrou listened to Uncle Ma’s suggestion and denied it.

"You’ll see," Uncle Ma laughed.

Shen Jingrou’s eyes sparkled like a clear autumn water, confidently proclaiming, "Since Uncle Ma has such faith in me, I won’t disappoint during my stay."

"Haha..."

The previously tense atmosphere was lightened by their exchange.

***

On the city’s outskirts, rows of skyscrapers rose up, expanding from the city center to meet the demand for housing. New developments spread out, with the locations becoming increasingly remote.

Ordinary communities in the suburbs were everywhere.

On New City Road, freshly planted trees along the sidewalks sprouted new, vibrant green shoots.

At this moment, a luxury car was parked by the roadside, attracting the attention of passersby, especially those interested in cars, who paused to take a few glances.