Chapter 76 It's better for me to beg than to beg my father...
Meng Youhui was aware of the ruthlessness in his words, but he didn't expect that this Miss Qingwen would be even more so.
This question almost touched a wound that Meng Youhui had kept hidden in his heart for many years.
His eyelashes drooped down, falling below the bridge of his nose and the sockets of his eyes, forming an arc-shaped shadow. From this angle, he looked expressionless, but inexplicably gave people a gloomy feeling.
Actually, this is quite wrong. In the many years that followed, Meng Youhui and Meng Ji were able to dispel people's doubts about their origins not only because of their similar facial features, but also because of their identical expressions.
The immortal lord as everyone knows him is "gentle, kind, respectful, frugal, and modest," so unless he draws his sword, Meng Youhui always carries this kind of demeanor.
But now, not a trace of that demeanor can be found. If others were to see it, they would surely suspect something.
But Yao Jin was no stranger; she had seen another side of Meng Ji.
At this moment, Meng Youhui's expression was exactly like his.
Before Meng Youhui could speak, Yao Jin's heart sank.
Until she heard a voice say, "Yes."
Meng Youhui raised her eyes, her surprise perfectly displayed, "Why does Miss Qingwen ask such a question?"
Looking at his expression, Yao Jin felt a mix of disappointment and inexplicable anger. But for some reason, Meng Ji's silently weeping face suddenly flashed through his mind, and a thought struck him.
“Mengji… he just told me that he loved his ex-wife very much, and I thought he would never have anyone else…”
Before he could finish speaking, Meng Youhui interrupted, "Of course, Father did love that woman, and his relationship with Mother was just an accident. But although Father made a mistake that all men make, since I was born, he and Mother have been quite loving."
After a pause, Meng Youhui turned slightly to the side, his entire body overlapping with the path, making him appear as if he had fallen into the end of the path.
Facing Yao Jin's half-profile, the corners of her lips curled slightly, as if she were lost in warm memories.
"People always have to look forward, don't they? Later, my mother died, and my father also regretted it. He told me in private that he only regretted that he had never given my mother a proper status while she was alive."
"Oh, is that so?" Upon hearing this, Yao Jin's joy instantly overwhelmed her previous anger. She gave Meng Youhui a profound look and said, "It sounds like the Immortal Lord is a heartless person."
In just a few days, Meng Youhui had interacted with this "Qingwen" girl several times, and it was not difficult for him to hear the two changes in her emotions at this time.
Meng Youhui paused for a moment, then slowly raised his fingers, which were hanging by his side, and tapped his leg.
Pat-pat, when my thoughts come to a stop.
Meng Youhui's hand suddenly stopped. "No, that's not it."
Meng Youhui denied her words firmly, but when he noticed that the other person's expression suddenly stiffened, his fingertips resumed their tapping rhythm.
This time, Meng Youhui's face was almost overflowing with sorrow. His head was lowered and his voice was a little hoarse. "Father once said that the most correct thing he did and the thing he wanted to do the most was to marry my late wife. But my mother was really pitiful. She didn't rest for a single day after giving birth to me and continued to serve my father."
"Just when my mother was pregnant again and the pregnancy was stable, a monster came to our house. The monster tore open my mother's throat and ripped open her abdomen, but she still refused to reveal my father's whereabouts."
"When the father arrived, he only saw the mother's body and a fully formed baby girl. From that day on, he was filled with deep regret."
"No, impossible! That's not what he said!" Yao Jin couldn't help but scream when she heard this, or rather, she simply couldn't accept it.
She covered her head and backed away, muttering, "He wouldn't, he clearly said that he only wanted to marry me..."
Meng Youhui, who hadn't faced Yao Jin, finally managed a full smile as she turned around, her attitude as gentle as a spring breeze.
At this moment, no one could say that he was unlike Meng Ji.
Meng Youhui carefully helped the person up, even asking in a slightly teasing tone, "So, who exactly is 'Qingwen'?"
Noticing the tears welling up in the other's eyes, Meng Youhui's lips curled up even more deeply. "My father is too old. If Miss Qingwen has any requests, why not tell me? Why not ask me? Aren't I much better than my father?"
——
After that day, Yao Jin became somewhat depressed.
This depression lasted until Mengji finished making breakfast and called her.
Meng Ji took the prepared breakfast out of the lunchbox and placed it on the table one by one. He called softly to his wife, "Miss, I made osmanthus pastries again. They should be better than yesterday's. Would you like to try some?"
Yao Jin was very upset and didn't have a good look on her face. "I won't eat it, it tastes awful."
Yesterday's self-narration had already laid bare the identities of both of them. Meng Ji just thought that Yao Jin was still excited about sleeping with him, so he coaxed her, "How can you not eat? Wash up first, so you can at least have some."
Just as the hand that was about to pat her was about to fall, Yao Jin dodged it, saying, "I'm not hungry. I told you I'm not eating."
Yao Jin tried to control his voice and not sound too excited, but a little impatience still showed.
Mengji was unable to see, so he couldn't observe his wife's expression closely with his eyes. He would twitch his ears and judge by the slightest movement in the air.
His voice was incredibly gentle, like a couple arguing and he was the first to apologize, trying to coax her into revealing the reason: "What's wrong? Did someone upset you, girl? Why can't you even eat?"
The person who provoked her was right in front of her, and Yao Jin glared angrily at the instigator.
However, given the previous misunderstanding between them, Yao Jin decided to give him another chance. "You have a son? Is he your biological son?"
This issue is very important to her.
It was so important that she could temporarily set aside Meng Youhui's almost presumptuous words, ask for the truth first, and then decide how to treat Meng Youhui.
But this question is equally important to Meng Ji, because Meng Youhui's background is both complicated and simple, almost a replica of the Demon Lord's understanding of Yao Jin's birth.
He had witnessed Yao Jin's breakdown when he learned about her background, and if he were to reveal the truth now, she probably wouldn't be able to accept it...
The original intention was to proceed gradually, guiding Yao Jin to discover things in a gentle way. This way, even if Yao Jin found out, she would not suddenly have the idea of running away due to excessive emotional excitement.
But Yao Jin's mood was clearly off at the moment, and if she said it, she was afraid she would disappoint the other party.
He absolutely could not bear the thought of his wife leaving again.
Absolutely not!
"Me." Meng Ji pressed his temples hard, carefully choosing his words, "Let me explain this to you slowly..."
When it comes to eloquence, Yao Jin knew he was no match for Meng Ji, so when he heard the beginning of this long speech, he interrupted him directly, saying, "Stop talking, just answer yes or no when I ask you."
Meng Ji could only helplessly answer "yes".
"Meng Youhui's mother is already dead?"
"yes."
"That woman died at the hands of a monster?"
"yes."
Despite having already guessed what was going on, and despite having been told the answers to both questions beforehand, Yao Jin's body still trembled slightly when the answers to both questions were yes.
She felt incredibly cold, and the angry accusations against the unfaithful man she should have uttered were impossible to come out. She could only channel her last hope into the courage to continue asking questions.
Her voice sounded strained, as if squeezed from her throat, "So, is Meng Youhui your biological child?"
The first two questions had already brought things to the brink of no return, so how could Meng Ji possibly answer this one so easily?
He pressed his lips tightly together, "Listen to me, shake..."
"No, stop talking nonsense! I don't want to hear it!" Yao Jin exclaimed in surprise, covering her eyes.
But they forgot that some actions are no less futile than burying their heads in the sand; tears welled up between their fingers, vying to squeeze through the gaps.
Tears fell onto his hand, and Meng Ji jerked his hand back as if he had been burned. "I..."
Meng Ji then reached out his hand, which hovered blankly in mid-air before slowly and carefully placing it on the other person's shoulder. However, the moment he touched Yao Jin, Yao Jin forcefully shook him off.
"Yes or no?!"
"you say."
These relentless interrogations tormented Meng Ji as if he were in purgatory. He was completely at a loss, unable to speak properly, his mouth feeling heavy as if it didn't belong to him.
After a moment, he gave a bitter smile, “...Yes.”
"Heh." Despair turned into self-mockery. Yao Jin chuckled softly, his voice tinged with laughter, but his eyes were as cold as frost.
Just as expected, this person is still as hateful as ever.
He lied to her again and again.
Now that things have come to this, Yao Jin's guilt has long since dissipated, but the coldness in her eyes remains unyielding. She took a deep breath and said, "I guessed it. You should have said so earlier."
Meng Ji had never hated his blindness so much before, not when people called him the blind sect leader, not when people questioned his inability to draw his sword, but only at this moment.
He felt intense regret because he couldn't see any expression on his wife's face.
He almost frantically reached for Yao Jin's hand, "That's not how it is, that's not how it is."
"Madam, please listen to me..."
Yao Jin's emotions had long since calmed down; how could she be easily swayed now? She slowly slapped his hand away, not even looking at him, and said, "Who is your wife?"
"I am Qingwen."
Meng Ji closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Yes, Miss Qingwen."
This title completely overturned yesterday's efforts, rendering them futile. But Meng Ji only paused for a moment before accepting it.
He smiled slightly and said, "I think Miss Qingwen has some misunderstandings about me. Why don't you let me explain again..."
"This dish is getting cold, let's eat first." Yao Jin interrupted, picked up her chopsticks and reached into the plate, picking up the exquisite pastries that looked like they had been carefully made over a long period of time, putting them in her bowl, but not eating them, just using her chopsticks to pretend that she was eating them, "They are delicious, let's finish eating first."
"Hmm...hmm, okay." This completely peaceful state made Meng Ji feel extremely troubled. His face grew paler and paler, as if his blood was being slowly drained away, and he looked like he was about to collapse, but he waited with extreme patience.
Yao Jin threw the items on the ground one by one, watching the ants on the ground carrying the pastries in swarms, and gave a silent, mocking smile.
"Alright, I'm full, and I'm sleepy too." She yawned and went back to the side hall.
He refused to communicate, but not completely. Even with a thousand thoughts swirling in his mind, Meng Ji couldn't force himself to speak to anyone in this state. The blood that had been flowing backward was finally drained away at this moment. As if sentenced to death, he left Wugou Pavilion with almost heavy steps.
Upon reaching the back of the mountain, Meng Ji's face lost all the gentleness he had shown in front of Yao Jin; his dull, lifeless eyes looked like those of a dead object.
His subordinates quickly formed hand seals and issued two decrees in succession.
One of them ended up in Meng Youhui's hands.
Meng Youhui opened it.
The sign read, "Come to the dark room immediately."
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