Chapter 40 You are good to me, so I should be good to you too

Xing Zhonghua stood there in a daze.

There was fire in his eyes.

He never expected that this seemingly weak girl would dare to spit at him so harshly.

Besides being surprised, I felt more angry.

"It's not your place to judge me! I was rude to Xing Yu because he didn't respect me as his father either!"

Lin Yan's words were sharp: "An irresponsible scumbag father who only cares about 'shooting' and getting a woman pregnant has no respect at all."

"you!"

"Uncle Xing, you've lived most of your life and still haven't learned how to be a father. You've truly lived in vain." Lin Yan smiled. "That's all I have to say. I wish you good health, peace, and happiness."

He turned around and took a step forward.

Lin Yan's gaze was fixed on the front.

I saw Xing Yu standing in front with his hands in his pockets, an unclear expression on his face. His figure looked extremely gloomy under the dim light.

Their eyes met, but she couldn't decipher the complexity in Xing Yu's eyes.

"Xing Yu!" Xing Zhonghua's deep voice interrupted the silence between the two. "Look at you, what kind of women are surrounding you? They have no manners, no respect for their elders, and are nothing but vulgar barbarians!"

Xing Yu walked forward slowly and took her hand naturally.

He looked at her deeply, and said in praise: "Well said."

Then he quickly shifted his gaze to Xing Zhonghua: "My woman's mouth is powerful, isn't it?"

"Xing Yu!" Xing Zhonghua was furious, but he couldn't do anything about him: "You're rebelling!"

Xing Yu ignored him and left with Lin Yan.

From the moment they entered the elevator to the moment they exited it, Xing Yu held her hand tightly.

But he didn't say a word the whole time.

Unusual silence.

When they reached the door, Lin Yan pulled her hand out of his palm.

"Go to bed early, good night."

After saying that, Xing Yu hooked her hand again and pulled her into the house.

He held her waist with both hands and helped her sit on the shoe cabinet at the door.

"Friend." Xing Yu supported himself with his hands on both sides, tilted his head slightly and stared at her: "Do you like eavesdropping so much?"

"Um... I'm sorry." Lin Yan avoided her gaze and said apologetically, "I'm just curious about your relationship with Xing Zhonghua, so..."

Xing Yu pinched her chin and forced her to look back, as if seeing through her: "So now you know my identity, how do you feel?"

"No feeling."

Xing Yu suddenly became very emotional. He slowly moved his thumb towards her face and gently stroked it, but his hand seemed to be trembling.

After a long while, Xing Yu finally spoke: "Lin Yan, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hide my identity on purpose, I just felt... there was no need to say it. Don't blame me, okay?"

Who would like to tell others that he is an unwelcome illegitimate child?

If you put yourself in her shoes, she would wish she could keep this identity to herself forever.

Lin Yan defended his self-esteem: "Why should I blame you? It's up to you to decide whether you want to talk about your private affairs or not. You don't need to apologize to me."

Xing Yu stroked the mole at the corner of her eye and smiled, "My friend, Xing Zhonghua is not someone you can easily mess with. You just confronted him like that, aren't you afraid that he'll cause you trouble?"

A trace of dark mist passed through Lin Yan's eyes, and she opened her lips lightly: "What are you afraid of? I have died countless times..."

At this point, Lin Yan stopped talking.

The second half of the sentence was not uttered.

As someone who had nearly died countless times, she had become de-enchanted by any fear or threat after her rebirth.

What could she be afraid of? There was really nothing to be afraid of...

Xing Yu caught the strange look on her face: "What did you want to say just now?"

Lin Yan said briefly, "I want to say that there's no need to be nice to someone like Xing Zhonghua."

Xing Yu suddenly buried his head in her chest, rubbed it with his eyes closed, his voice tired and hoarse.

"Lin Yan, you're so nice... What if I can't catch up with you..."

Lin Yan's hands seemed to be frozen. She did not push Xing Yu away and let the warm breath spread over her body.

But she was clear-headed and told him what was in her heart.

"Xing Yu, I still want to make it clear to you that it's impossible for me to be with you."

Xing Yu's body stiffened, and he picked her up from the shoe cabinet, looking down at her instead of looking up at her.

"Why?"

Lin Yan leaned against the cabinet and told him frankly, "Because of Song Yanzheng."

Xing Yu was silent for a few seconds: "Still thinking about him?"

"What I mean is, I don't want to get involved in a complicated relationship. I finally made up my mind to move on and stay away from him completely. There's no way I'll have any contact with him again because of you two."

Xing Yu stared at her unhappily for a moment: "I can never go back to the Xing family for the rest of my life."

"Xing Yu." Lin Yan took a deep breath. "Don't sacrifice anything for me anymore. I plan to go back to Jingbei in two months. We are not from the same world, and I am not as good as you think. Xing Yu, there is no future for us."

Xing Yu's expression didn't change much, and it was impossible to tell what he was feeling at the moment.

"Then why did you help me? That night in Jingbei, the boxing gym incident, and my father's incident."

Lin Yan lowered her head, her nails dug into her palms, and she squeezed out a very faint sound.

"Because, it's been a long time since anyone has been as kind to me as you have been..."

"You treat me well, so I should treat you well too. I admit that I was touched by you many times, but that wasn't a crush, let alone love..."

Xing Yu was silent, gazing at her deeply.

Just as Lin Yan was about to leave, Xing Yu's voice finally came to her ears.

"Friend, can I have a birthday present?"

"What birthday present?"

Xing Yu: "Hold one."

Lin Yan hesitated, but Xing Yu had already opened his arms.

"Just a hug?" she confirmed.

"You still want to do something to me."

“…” Lin Yan took a step forward and put her arms stiffly around his waist, keeping a safe distance.

"Friend." Xing Yu: "You're standing so far away, do you want Song Yanzheng to stand between us?"

Lin Yan frowned and took two steps forward. The moment her chest touched his, she leaned back reflexively.

But Xing Yu grabbed her waist and pushed her into his chest again: "Don't you know how to hug me?"

Lin Yan hugged him perfunctorily: "Isn't this hugging you?"

Xing Yu: "Tighter."

Lin Yan retracted her arm: "Is that all right?"

Xing Yu suddenly increased his strength and pressed her into his arms, resting his chin on her forehead: "Lin Yan."

"Hmm?" Xing Yu held her so tightly that she could even hear his pounding heartbeat.

"Lin Yan..."

"Um."

The cold lips gently brushed across her forehead and nose from top to bottom. The subtle touch was like raindrops falling on her skin in summer, flowing into her heart bit by bit.

Melting her hardened heart...

Finally, that softness finally stopped on her lips, as if it had found a place to rest, rubbing against them carefully and affectionately, but never deepening.

"Lin Yan, I'm very stubborn..."