Chapter 112: A Wonderful Fated Connection

Meng Ze curled his lips into a smile, then looked at Bai Shuruo: "Why do you ask me this question?"

"To tell you the truth, you look very much like someone I used to know."

"Manager Bai's way of picking someone up is truly old-fashioned. I heard you are already married; is your married life unhappy? Only an unhappy marriage would make you think of the past."

Bai Shuruo was stunned.

Is the marriage unhappy?

She then said: "Of course not, and I didn't intend to pick you up either. I just wanted to confirm something with you; whether it is or isn't, it doesn't matter."

Meng Ze squinted his eyes as he looked at her: "Does Manager Bai care about this person?"

"I don't know. I forgot some things, and I don't even really remember this person. It was purely out of curiosity," Bai Shuruo confessed.

Meng Ze neither admitted nor denied it: "Then I think Manager Bai should still try to feel it with your heart. If this person and you have a fated connection, then sooner or later you will remember him. If there is no fated connection, even if he were standing right in front of you, you wouldn't be able to remember."

Bai Shuruo felt that there was more to Meng Ze's words than met the ear.

But is he, or is he not?

Bai Shuruo did not continue to ask, and then waited for the rain to stop.

This rain did not last long, and soon turned into a light drizzle.

Bai Shuruo suggested: "Meng Ze, can you ride the motorcycle in this situation? If you can, then let's go first. Don't wait; I'm afraid that if we wait until dark, it still won't stop completely."

Meng Ze agreed, but looked worried: "I can naturally ride it, but I'm just afraid of you getting wet. It's not good for a girl to get caught in the rain."

"I'm not afraid. I'm not that fragile; I often got caught in the rain when I was a child."

"Alright then, let's go."

Meng Ze took a rag from the motorcycle's rear storage box to wipe the rainwater off the motorcycle body, then fastened the helmet for Bai Shuruo, and afterwards, he took off his own windbreaker and draped it over Bai Shuruo.

"There's no need, I'm not cold," Bai Shuruo wanted to refuse.

Meng Ze said earnestly: "You should wear it. You are the boss's younger sister, after all. If you catch a cold from the rain, I'll be fired, and I won't let you ride my motorcycle again in the future."

Bai Shuruo had no choice but to put it on.

The motorcycle drove along the asphalt road in the countryside, with green rice paddies on both sides; it was quite pleasant.

Who would have thought, halfway through the drive, the rain got heavy again.

There was no village in front and no shop behind, only a bus stop where they could take shelter from the rain.

Meng Ze hurriedly drove the bike over.

This bus stop was not large, and the roof was small; they had to shrink inside to keep out the rain.

Meng Ze said apologetically: "Manager Bai, I'm really sorry for causing you to be unable to get home."

Bai Shuruo said: "Actually... there's no rush. Let's wait a while; I'm sure this rain won't last long."

"So confident?"

"Mm, I believe that it will always let up eventually."

Bai Shuruo guessed right; after waiting here for about 10 minutes, the rain turned into a light drizzle.

They got back on the motorcycle.

As a result, they hadn't driven far when the rain got heavy again. Fortunately, there was a small shop ahead.

They got off and each bought a bottle of Wahaha mineral water there. After drinking for a while, the rain eased up again, and they continued on their way.

Over the course of this journey, they got off the bike to hide from the rain a total of eight times.

Walking and stopping, stopping and walking, it was as if it had been specially arranged by the heavens. If they were an ordinary man and woman, it would count as a very romantic arrangement.

Finally arriving downstairs at the apartment complex, Bai Shuruo took off the coat and returned it to him.

Because of the helmet and the windbreaker, her hair and upper body were not wet, and her jeans were only slightly damp.

As for him, his T-shirt underneath was soaked, and water was dripping from the tips of his hair.

After this journey, it felt as if the two of them had known each other for a long time.

"Meng Ze, I've troubled you this whole way. You should hurry back."

Meng Ze, not knowing if he was flirting, said: "Manager Bai, today is the happiest day since I arrived in Fengcheng. Never has a girl had such a wonderful fated connection with me, as if it were the play of fate. What does Manager Bai think?"

Bai Shuruo was stunned and said: "Not really. The weather is just like this; don't overthink it. I need to go home too, goodbye."

Meng Ze put on the coat; it still had her scent on it.

……

Bai Shuruo returned home. Han Yangting was not at home, so she went to take a shower.

After coming out of the shower, she heard movement in the kitchen. She hurried over and saw Han Yangting wearing an apron and cooking.

"Brother Han, when did you get back?" After saying this, Bai Shuruo sneezed.

Han Yangting immediately stopped what he was doing and asked: "Why did you sneeze? Did you get caught in the rain today?"

"I got a little wet, it's nothing," Bai Shuruo said, but she sneezed again shortly after.

Han Yangting hurriedly told her to go out and sit down, and before long, he brought her a bowl of ginger soup.

"Thank you, Brother Han," Bai Shuruo said.

Han Yangting said: "How did you get caught in the rain? Didn't you go to some event today?"

"Mm, I got caught in it for a while while waiting for a car. I, I didn't bring an umbrella," Bai Shuruo lied; she didn't say she came back on Meng Ze's motorcycle.

If she had said so, Han Yangting definitely wouldn't let her ride a motorcycle again.

Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, Han Yangting said: "Next time you encounter this situation, remember to notify me. I will come to pick you up. If I don't have time, then let Ali come to pick you up. You must never push yourself, and even more so, you must not get caught in the rain."

"Okay," Bai Shuruo said, feeling warm in her heart at the same time.

Han Yangting asked her again: "Are you hungry?"

"A little," Bai Shuruo touched her stomach; it was so hungry it hurt. She hurriedly took a sip of the ginger soup, and her stomach finally felt better.

"Then I'll go cook; I'll call you when it's ready," Han Yangting said.

"Mm." Bai Shuruo nodded, her eyes filled with emotion as she looked at Han Yangting.

He was truly too good to her, simply meticulous in every way.

Seeing her staring at him, Han Yangting couldn't help but sit down and ask again, "Moved?"

Bai Shuruo nodded: "Brother Han, you are so good."

"Then give me a kiss."

Bai Shuruo obediently kissed him on the cheek.

He pointed to his lips again: "Here."

"No, I'm afraid I'll pass my cold on to you." This was what she truly thought.

Han Yangting, however, cupped her chin, kissed her lips hard for a while, and then said in a low voice, "It's even better if you pass it to me, that way you won't have to be sick anymore."

"Uh..." If the cold is passed to him, wouldn't she still be sick? What kind of logic is that? Is it scientific?

Facts proved that Han Yangting's theory was not scientific at all.

Because that night, Bai Shuruo developed a fever.

At first, she only felt her forehead burning while her limbs were cold after eating, but fortunately, Han Yangting was in the living room; seeing her wrapped in a quilt, he couldn't help but come over and ask: "What's wrong, Ruoruo?"

Bai Shuruo felt parched: "Maybe, maybe I have a fever."

Han Yangting touched her forehead; it was very hot.

"Hurry back to bed and lie down." He picked her up without any room for argument.