The meeting lasted all morning, and at noon, Meng Yanzhi called Wen Yun, thinking she might be still asleep since she's resting today.
'Beep...'
The phone kept ringing, but no one answered.
"Did she fall asleep and didn't hear it?"
Meng Yanzhi thought he might have worked her too hard yesterday...
He patiently called again, imagining her sleeping soundly in bed. His heart felt warm; in over thirty years, apart from having thoughts about Tang Yue, Wen Yun was the second person to make him feel this way.
Moreover, Meng Yanzhi felt like she must have been enchanted; every time he slept beside Wen Yun, he got a whole night's restful sleep. He liked being with her, liked savoring every moment...
Meng Yanzhi's thoughts started to wander until the mechanical sound from the phone brought him back to reality. He frowned; there was another meeting to attend later.
Is she sleeping too soundly?
Didn't hear the phone ring?
Meng Yanzhi pondered.
