She Lives without Regret in This Life

Chapter 1868: Chapter 14: Nothing Short of Perfect

When Ping Guo Fei came home for lunch at noon, he announced the news about the college entrance exam, though it was just a rumor for now. It hadn’t been confirmed, but even so, it was something worth celebrating.

"No wonder all the young people in the compound have come back, maybe they’ve got the news and are preparing for the exam?" Zhu Meihua said happily. "I thought we’d have to wait for a few more years! I didn’t expect it to be so soon, fortunately, we got the news early. Otherwise, we’d have no time to prepare for the exam."

"Exactly!" Ping Guo Fei nodded, "Tell Ping Qing to read more books when he’s free, and prepare for the exam next year."

"Really?" Zhu Meihua was so happy that she almost jumped up, "It would be great if our son could get into National Security University, much better than slowly gaining seniority in the rescue team."

Gu Yunbo listened quietly without expressing any opinions. Her future was already planned; there were still three and a half years until Meng Fan died, which was more than enough time for her to do many things.

Like eliminating Shen Yu, the culprit. Right, his brother can’t be spared either, he’s the real mastermind. To achieve these, she’d definitely have to join the rescue team, only by following Meng Fan could she extinguish all the hidden schemes in the cradle.

"Did the President tell you this? Is the President’s son going to take the exam too?"

Ping Guo Fei shook his head, "The President’s eldest son is already the leader of the rescue team’s reconnaissance group and a student at National Security University. They have special recruitment quotas, no need to take the exam."

Over the years, National Security University has never had a day off, but there were significantly fewer students. The fewer students they had, the more exceptional talents were cultivated. In the future, when they open nationwide admissions, competition pressure will only lessen.

"Starting tomorrow, you will stay home and study honestly, Simin, and don’t go anywhere."

"I can’t understand it at home!" Ping Simin sneaked a glance at Gu Yunbo and sighed with relief upon seeing that she wasn’t looking at her. "I want to go to Dan Dan’s house to play, her grades are good and she can teach me."

"That’s fine."

And so, the plan for preparing for the exam was set. Zhu Meihua and her husband knew that their daughter didn’t get along with Gu Yunbo, and they didn’t force it. As long as their daughter didn’t cause any trouble, it was fine.

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The compound, Meng Family

During lunch, the father and son sat across from each other, assistant Liu Yong and Sister Fang along with Meng Fan sat together in a row. Meng Fan was wearing a casual short-sleeved shirt, which was a common style from the late seventies seen everywhere on the streets. But on him, it had a distinctive charm.

Meng Xingzhi had nothing but satisfaction with this son.

With sword-like brows and starry eyes, a high bridged nose, everything just right. Meng Fan’s handsome appearance carried an air of integrity and elegance, making him immediately pleasing to the eye and instinctively trustworthy.

The younger son was also quite handsome, but he had a strong air of arrogance, a rebellious and unruly character. From childhood to adulthood, he was the Demon Lord of Mayhem in the compound, and as he aged, he became more defiant.

"Ahem...eat more, I noticed you became darker and thinner upon your return this time." Meng Xingzhi attempted to engage in more conversation with his son, hoping his son would look at him more.

Meng Fan’s hand holding the chopsticks trembled for a moment, then he continued eating as if nothing had happened.

Liu Yong nearly choked on his food, didn’t the President know that Meng Fan hated being too pale? After every outdoor training, everyone looked like they’d come back from Africa, while Meng Fan looked like he’d returned from the North Pole.

"Son, this braised pork is delicious, you can’t eat it at the rescue team." Meng Xingzhi smiled as he served his son some food.

Meng Fan glanced at the greasy meat, considering whether to decline it when Meng Xingzhi added another sentence.

"Usually, we don’t eat braised pork more than once a month, only when you come back do we have the chance."