Seeing that she was really awake, there was a rare fluctuation in her dark eyes: "Mom."

Meng Zhen nodded and said with a gentle smile: "The dish is ready, go wash your hands and have a meal."

Wen Linyan and Song Qianti responded, and they went to wash their hands.

Sitting down in front of the restaurant and seeing a table of dishes, Wen Linyan's mood was a little subtle.

He didn't expect that after more than ten years, he would have the opportunity to eat the dishes made by his mother.

In his memory, it was a long time ago, so long that it was like the last century.

At that time, they were still a happy family of three, and their mother would occasionally cook for themselves and cook for their father and son.

He thought he would never have another chance in his life, but he didn't expect that God would give him this chance.

Meng Zhen looked at Butler Fang: "Get a bottle of wine."

Mr. Fang said: "Madam, you are in a good health, so don't drink anymore?"

Meng Zhen said gently: "It's okay."

Butler Fang looked at Wen Linyan, Wen Linyan nodded. Butler Fang went to get a bottle of red wine and opened it to pour it on for them.

Meng Zhen picked up the chopsticks and said softly to Wen Linyan and Song Qianti: "Try it quickly. It's been a long time since I cooked, and I don't know how it tastes."

Wen Linyan grabbed the dish in front of him, ate it in his mouth and chewed it slowly for a few times, but it still tasted like he remembered.

Song Qianti also tasted it. Meng Zhen rarely ate the dishes she cooked. She suddenly thought of her mother Song Danqing.

Song Danqing cooks tea and arranges flowers, paints and plays piano, and knows everything, but he can't cook.

After her mother took her away from the Ruan family, she slowly learned to cook. To be honest, it was not as delicious as Meng Zhen, but she thought it was the most beautiful food in the world.

Just as she was recalling the past, Meng Zhen held the wine glass and said to them: "I should have caused you a lot of trouble during this period..."

Wen Linyan was about to speak, Meng Zhen raised his hand and signaled him not to speak and listen to her.

Meng Zhen continued: "You must be well in the future, mom wishes you all the best."

Song Qianti looked at Wen Linyan. Judging from what Meng Zhen said, she should be going back to Ireland.

Wen Linyan looked at her and said, "Don't you stay for a few more days before leaving?"

Meng Zhen smiled slightly: "Let's have one."

Wen Linyan and Song Qianti picked up the wine glass and touched her one by one.

Meng Zhen took a sip of wine elegantly, put down the wine glass and said, "Ayan, you are the one I am most sorry for in my life, but I have no regrets if I can see you getting married with my own eyes."

Wen Linyan saw that she had just changed the words she wanted to stay in China for a longer time, and knew that she had decided, but just listened silently and didn't say anything.

Meng Zhen looked at Song Qianti again and said, "Qianti, you must accompany Ayan and love him well."

Song Qianti nodded.

Meng Zhen said something else, and as she said something, she suddenly became sad. She gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, looked at Wen Linyan and his wife, and said, "Let's have dinner, it will be cold later."

They started to move their chopsticks.

Meng Zhen put lamb chops in a bowl and said in a sad tone: "Your father used to like lamb chops, and I don't know if his taste has changed."

Butler Fang, who was standing beside him, interrupted, "The master has not changed except for smoking and drinking."

"It's the Meng family who is sorry for him." Meng Zhen whispered.

For a moment, everyone thought of Wen Yongchao who died, and they all looked silent.

Meng Zhen came to his senses and looked at them and said, "This should be our last reunion dinner, eat it quickly."

In addition to Meng Zhen, Wen Linyan and Song Qianti ate more than usual.

Meng Zhen only took a few bites, then put down the chopsticks and looked at them eating with a faint smile.

After dinner, the three of them moved to the living room.

Wen Linyan asked Meng Zhen: "When will you go back to Ireland? Do you need me to contact Mr. Xi Bowei to pick you up after returning home?"

Meng Zhen shook his head: "No, I will tell you in advance when I want to go back."

Wen Linyan and Song Qianti originally planned to stay in the old house at night and spend more time with her, but at 9:30, Meng Zhen said to them: "It's getting late, you can go back."

Wen Lin said, "Mom, we won't leave tonight. Before you leave, we will all live in the old house."

Meng Zhen shook her head and smiled and said, "I'm fine, you guys go back."

Wen Linyan and Song Qianti looked at each other, and the two finally left.

The next morning, around 10 o'clock, Wen Linyan just returned to the office from the conference room when he received a call from Butler Fang.

"Young Master, the lady is gone." Butler Fang's choked voice came from the phone.

Wen Linyan's whole body froze, unable to believe what he heard. He was afraid that he had understood it wrongly, so he asked in a trembling voice: "What does it mean to be gone?"

Mr. Fang said: "Mrs. committed suicide."

With a bang, Wen Linyan's head exploded in an instant.

He stood up with a rub, his movements were too large and he brought the folders.

The folder fell to the ground and made a snap.

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After receiving the call, Song Qianti hurried back to the old house. When the car drove into the carved gate, he passed by the ambulance.

The ambulance was empty because after the medical staff checked, they found that Meng Zhen's whole body was stiff. It was speculated that he died last night and left without any rescue.

Wen Linyan was one step faster than her, and the car was already parked in the yard.

She was not sure if there were Meng Zhen and Wen Linyan in the ambulance just now, so she sat in the car and called Wen Linyan, but Wen Linyan did not answer.

She pushed the door and got out of the car, entered the living room and asked the servant, and then headed straight upstairs.

Outside Wen Yongchao's bedroom, Butler Fang and Ma Zhang were standing at the door, both of them wiping their tears.

"Young Madam." Butler Fang called her and asked her to the side.

Song Qianti entered the room and saw Wen Linyan standing stiffly on the edge of the bed, his hands hanging on both sides clenched into fists.

She stepped forward and saw Meng Zhen lying on the bed, wearing a tender yellow dress that was not suitable for her age. The skirt was very young, like a young girl in her early twenties.

Her expression was very calm, as if she was asleep, very peaceful. She put her hands on her chest and held a photo frame in her hand. The front of the photo frame was pressed against her heart, and she couldn't see who was on it.

There was a glass of water, a small bottle of medicine, and a letter on the bedside table, which read the three words Xi Bai.

Song Qianti picked up the medicine bottle on the table and took a look. It was sleeping pills.

She never expected that the last meal she had with Meng Zhen last night.

No wonder she would say those words, they thought she was going back to Ireland.

If they had heard that she was giving her last words, she would not have given her a chance to commit suicide.

After Meng Zhen returned to normal yesterday, Wen Linyan was very happy, but unexpectedly, he disappeared after only one night. For him, the blow was too big.
Chapter completed!