Chapter 99 I Don’t Distinguish
Meng Yanchen felt as if all the blood in his body had frozen.
He subconsciously reached out to hold her hand, but the fingertips he touched were surprisingly cold, even colder than his own trembling fingers.
"You're back?"
Fan Shengmei raised her face, a bright smile on her lips, and naturally took his arm as if nothing had happened.
"Why didn't you tell me in advance? I saw the layout, and I don't particularly like it."
"Okay, I'll have someone replace it."
Meng Yanchen's pupils trembled slightly, and his throat tightened. "Let's move to another place."
"Um."
Fan Shengmei smiled and nodded.
Meng Yanchen looked at her in disbelief, his breathing becoming tense.
She smiled so naturally, with even traces of tears at the corners of her eyes, yet she forced herself to smile so brightly. This sense of disconnection hurt him more than a direct slap in the face.
Fan Shengmei glanced at Xu Qin lying on the ground and said softly,
"Qinqin asked me to come here. I've said everything I need to say and I've beaten you. You won't blame me, will you?"
Meng Yanchen held her hand with increased strength.
"Won't!"
"I knew it,"
She pulled her hand away and gently pushed him, "You two brothers have a good chat, I'll wait for you outside."
The moment she turned around, her cold fingers slipped from his palm, and Meng Yanchen suddenly felt as if his heart was torn open.
"Don't go."
He grabbed her wrist, his voice almost pleading.
"Don't worry," Fan Shengmei said with a smile, her back to him, "I won't leave."
She pointed to the small courtyard outside the window and said, "I'll wait for you there."
The moment she brushed his hand away, Meng Yanchen felt as if thousands of knives were stabbing his heart.
He rushed out to chase after him.
In the small courtyard, when Fan Shengmei ran to the huge hydrangea tree, she finally couldn't hold it anymore.
He used all his strength to support the tree trunk, but his legs were still weak. However, just as he was about to kneel down, Meng Yanchen grabbed him and pulled him into his arms.
His trembling arms held her tightly.
“I’m sorry…I’m sorry…”
He apologized again and again, burying his face in her hair.
Fan Shengmei's tears fell on the back of his hand, so hot that they almost burned through his skin.
She felt extremely uncomfortable, the kind of suffocating discomfort, the kind of discomfort that made her want to vent all her emotions but couldn't completely empty her heart.
She cried heart-wrenchingly, but didn't blame Meng Yanchen at all.
How could she blame him?
She couldn't even find a suitable reason to blame him.
What did Meng Yanchen do wrong?
Blame him for letting such a woman live in his heart for more than ten years?
Do you blame him for giving his true heart to others, only to let them nail him to the wall and trample on him?
Or should I blame him for not keeping his heart free and waiting for her to appear?
"Why her...why her..."
She cried and was on the verge of collapse, "You are so good...why does she...why does she...why does she treat you like this..."
Meng Yanchen's heart was broken. He held her tightly in his arms, gently stroking her back, kissing the top of her head, and letting her vent.
Fan Shengmei felt like she was dying of sadness, and those images kept flashing before her eyes:
The cereal factory he bought, the butterfly wall he demolished, the breakfast he swallowed in the morning...were all the tenderness he showed her just habits left by another person?
Meng Yanchen had clearly done nothing wrong, but that woman was forced to come between them, filling up every bit of his past and everything familiar around him.
On his birthday night, what he saw were the butterflies flying in the sky that she released for him, or the specimens nailed to the wall that he saw through the butterflies?
Who was he thinking of at that moment?
Meng Yanchen hugged her tightly, kissed her tear-soaked cheeks, and begged incoherently,
"Don't think about it... Please... Please don't think about it, it's my fault, it's all my fault... Xiaomei, don't leave me, please..."
Fan Shengmei suddenly bit his shoulder hard, using all her strength, and did not let go until she tasted blood.
Meng Yanchen stood still and let her bite him, his arms tightening even more.
"Meng Yanchen, I wish I only loved your money."
"Okay, it's okay if you only love my money. Please, don't leave me, please."
As dusk fell, the sunset glow in the sky gradually faded from its blood-red color and turned into a gentle gray-purple.
The petals of the hydrangea tree fluttered in the breeze. Meng Yanchen looked at her red nose and trembling eyelashes from crying, and raised his hand to pick the petals off the top of her head.
His Adam's apple rolled and he finally spoke.
"As for why she's here, I can explain..."
"No need to explain,"
Fan Shengmei interrupted him, her voice still hoarse from crying, "For so many years, everyone around you should know your preference for her. So, at some point, they must have needed to confirm something, so they naturally assumed that this apartment was decorated for her."
She looked up at him, "Although it's cruel, it's the truth. She left traces in your past and all around you."
"Listen to me,"
Meng Yanchen tried to calm himself down and stroked her arms.
"Her wedding room was previously decorated by David and his team. I told David about it, but it was his subordinates who made a mistake. Because they needed to confirm the color of the glass in the cloakroom, they couldn't contact me, so..."
"Meng Yanchen,"
Fan Shengmei interrupted him, "I'm very happy that I didn't fall in love with the wrong person. Your love is always presentable. Even if it's in the name of a brother, it can let a decorator know who you once loved."
She added with a wry smile, "Unfortunately, that person isn't me."
"Xiaomei, it's you. My present and my future are all you. Please believe me, that's all in the past..."
Fan Shengmei looked at the overlapping shadows of the two people on the ground and said softly,
"Meng Yanchen, I think..."
"No difference!" Meng Yanchen suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Fan Shengmei tried to pull her wrist away, but he kept repeating almost paranoidly,
"No, I say no."
"Let me go first,"
Fan Shengmei looked at him, "I admit, I don't want to break up with you, but..."
"No buts,"
Meng Yanchen stubbornly increased the strength of his grip on her hand and stared at her intently.
"Xiaomei, I don't know."
Fan Shengmei looked at his red eyes and finally gave in.
"Let's all calm down first. I need time to digest and accept it."
"Okay, how long?"
Meng Yanchen's voice trembled. "One day? Two days? You can't keep sentencing me to life imprisonment..."
Fan Shengmei struggled to pull her hand free and looked inside the house. "Let's talk about it after you've dealt with your business."
Fan Shengmei's back disappeared in the twilight, and hydrangea petals fell behind her.
Meng Yanchen stood there, the warmth of her wrist still lingering on his fingertips, but his chest felt as if it had been hollowed out.
When he turned and walked towards the villa, the pain in his eyes had turned into terrifying hostility.
No wonder Xu Qin had been clamoring to go abroad before. It turned out that she had long planned to turn the country upside down and then hide in the retreat route paved for her by the Meng family.
"Meng Yanchen!"
Xu Qin's voice trembled uncontrollably, and she subconsciously took a half step back.
Meng Yanchen's eyes at this moment reminded her of the taxidermists she had seen when she was a child - the kind of calm and cruel way they nailed living things to boards.
He held out his phone, "Now, call Mom and Dad and tell them you're leaving tonight."
Xu Qin shook her head in horror, "No...I won't leave..."
Meng Yanchen suddenly smiled, and that smile made Xu Qin shudder.
"Believe me, you will regret it more if you don't make this call."
PS:
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For those new to the game, I've been writing three chapters a day this month. I don't have any drafts saved, so I write and post one chapter at a time. If I've posted four chapters one day, it's probably because I've been possessed and have been overwhelmed with inspiration. Usually, I'll post one chapter in the morning, one at noon, and one in the afternoon.
Those who can't wait can stock up first. The first one to end should be the main CP, and the subsequent secondary CP extras will also be interspersed with their lives. Love you
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