When they returned to S City that evening, Tang Yawen appeared downstairs wearing a rose gold satin dress.

Meng Beiyan pushed his suitcase, his gaze calm and indifferent.

Seeing her son like this, Tang Yawen's temperament changed drastically. She glared fiercely at Ying Qian, who stood beside her neither humble nor arrogant, and said sarcastically, "I don't know who made such a firm promise to me, you little vixen... all you do is seduce people all day long. You haven't learned a single good thing from your mother!"

These words pierced her heart like a barrage of arrows. Ying Qian shook her head repeatedly, her heart aching terribly, as if the pain would tear her flesh apart and leave her bloodied and mangled.

She never imagined that the derogatory term "little vixen" would be used against her, especially since the person who used it was Aunt Tang, whom she had always respected.

Why?

Was she really...wrong?

Before Ying Qian could explain, Meng Beiyan's large figure blocked her way. His expression remained unchanged as he calmly said, "Mom, there's no point in scolding her. Scold me instead. It has nothing to do with her."

His resolute support thoroughly enraged Tang Ya-wen.

"You—" She paused, then burst into laughter, "I really have raised a good son! He protects this little vixen in everything he does!"

Her laughter sounded almost manic.

Tang Ya-wen's eyes immediately welled up with tears, her hair lost its former neatness, and her fingers trembled as she pointed at his face, hysterically cursing, "You ungrateful wretch! Your father and I supported your education! Is this all you've learned to repay us?"

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her attire suggested she had just returned from a wedding banquet and had been drinking.

"Heh." Meng Beiyan chuckled coldly, looking down at her. "He only gave me some money to support my studies."

Seeing that the relationship between the mother and son was about to reach a freezing point because of Ying Qian, she disregarded Meng Beiyan's objections and stepped forward, saying, "Aunt Tang, I will move out tomorrow and won't trouble my brother anymore."

Tang Ya-wen was shocked.

She bit her lip, raised her head high, and her resolute eyes shone brightly: "Also, I'm not some vixen, and I didn't seduce Brother Beiyan."

Tang Yawen froze, her eyes wide with a sickly rage, and then slapped the girl hard across the face.

She wasn't exactly thick-skinned, but the finger marks on her face were incredibly clear, and the stinging pain assaulted her. She dared not speak, enduring the slap.

Meng Beiyan frowned, remained silent for a while, then pushed his suitcase with one hand and took Ying Qian's hand with the other and left.

She instinctively tried to break free, but faced with the strength of an adult man, she overestimated herself and couldn't move at all. Meng Beiyan's skillful manipulation made her bones ache to her core.

Tang Ya-wen was left alone downstairs, going crazy.

"..."

Neither of them spoke in the elevator.

Just standing next to him, Ying Qian could feel the chill emanating from him.

Finally, after taking a few deep breaths and struggling with the decision, she spoke first: "I...I'll move out tomorrow..."

Where are you staying?

"dormitory……"

"I won't allow it." Three black lines appeared on Meng Beiyan's forehead, his attitude resolute.

Ying Qian's hand was still being held by him, and as if as punishment, he pressed it even tighter, causing her to whimper in pain.

“I shouldn’t have been living with you in the first place, brother.” She squeezed out a tear. “I know Aunt Tang is worried that there’s something between you and me. To prove that we’re innocent, you should let me move out.”

He suppressed his impulse and agreed in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

Ying Qian listened to Meng Beiyan's cough all night and couldn't sleep. She made a packet of cough medicine, placed it by the door, knocked, and immediately slipped back into her room.

He was angry, and the next morning when he opened the door, he saw the medicine had gone cold, along with a note in her handwriting: I know you're angry, but your health is more important.

He drank the medicine in one gulp, then threw the note into the trash can...

It's Saturday, so I don't need to go back to school.

Meng Beiyan didn't want her to stay in the dormitory, so he found her a house overnight.

All morning, he made breakfast, and only said one thing: "Pack your things, I've found you a place to live, don't stay in the dorm."

The apartment Meng Beiyan found was actually in a residential complex near Longhu Tianjie.

Ying Qian glanced at him through the rearview mirror, unsure whether to be happy or sad. She raised her hand to touch her slightly swollen face and sighed.

She swallowed hard. She knew that neighborhood very well, because Chen Wenzhi lived there, and Longhu Ouyuan was right next to Amber, where Shen Yun lived...

The car slowly drove into the residential area and arrived in front of Building 6.

"201." Meng Beiyan tossed a bunch of keys to him. "Take the keys. I have something to do, so I'm leaving now."

With a heavy heart, he unloaded his luggage and left.

The owner of the house was his college classmate, who lived abroad and had always had a housekeeper to take care of the household. When he heard that Meng Beiyan's sister wanted to move in, he immediately agreed.

Meng Beiyan also paid the rent.

Looking at the huge pile of luggage, she squatted down and scratched her head, knowing she could only carry it up little by little.

"Ying Qian!" A head suddenly popped up from the vegetable garden next door. "Son! Son! Come quick!" the woman shouted into the inner room.

Ying Qian recognized her at a glance as Chen Wenzhi's mother...

What a coincidence!

We rented a house upstairs from Chen Wenzhi's house!

Chen Wenzhi thought something had happened to his mother, so he rushed out and followed his mother's gaze to see the girl squatting among a pile of luggage. His Adam's apple bobbed a few times.

"Hi!" she waved awkwardly.

"Quickly, son! Go help her move her luggage! It's impossible for Xiaoqian to move it all by herself!" Zhao Yaya, adhering to the principle of "the more the merrier," pushed Chen Wenzhi out through the open door.

When Chen Wenzhi saw her, he thought he was dreaming. He only smiled when he touched her hand and felt her warmth. He quickly picked up a few bags and followed her.

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