Upon hearing this, Meng Sheng immediately composed herself, her gaze hardening, knowing that he was asking a question with an answer in mind.
After a few seconds of silence, her soft laughter filled the air as she bluntly stated, "She said you like me."
Everything around us seemed to have been paused again.
Even the air stopped moving.
Fu Chen's heart was inexplicably jolted, as if a sharp knife was peeling open his heart like an onion, revealing a bloody, somewhat dark, and unseen interior.
He lowered his head and gave a disdainful twitch of his lips, before letting out a barely perceptible laugh.
But the wind was blowing towards Meng Sheng, carrying the sound with it, so she still heard it.
Her fingers, resting on her lap, were slightly bent, but there was no significant movement.
She heard him sigh deeply, and his deep, relaxed voice drifted into her ears, "I should have told you this myself, at least... in a more formal way, but I didn't expect that Ye Shuqiao would be the one to start this."
He was actually a little disappointed.
It was Ye Shuqiao, an insignificant person, who broke through this barrier.
But there's nothing wrong with admitting it.
His straightforward and easy admission left Meng Sheng momentarily speechless.
Her red lips hesitated for a moment before she finally asked, "When?"
When?
Fu Chen lowered his gaze, as if he were recalling something.
He remembered that at first, his feelings for Meng Sheng were just that she was suitable to be Miao Miao's mother. Later, when did he really fall in love with her?
I can't remember anymore.
"It doesn't really matter anymore." He turned to look at her. "You and Pei Sui got back together?"
Upon hearing this, Meng Sheng turned her head to look at him.
"You don't need to feel embarrassed or awkward, and you don't need to avoid me. What happened before is what happens now. It's good to have things said openly. Saying it now is a way of fulfilling my wishes, so it's good."
Compared to Pei Sui, he had no chance of winning.
In her life, Pei Sui was the only option.
Although he wanted to try again, he knew very well that there were no objections.
Rather than losing friends later, it's better to cut your losses now.
Fu Chen looked at her and smiled, "I haven't had a chance to congratulate you yet, well... it's not too late now, congratulations."
Meng Sheng looked back at him, her feelings somewhat complicated.
Fu Chen's affection was something she hadn't expected.
For a moment, I really didn't know what to say. I felt that... nothing I said would be appropriate, and everything I said would seem as insignificant as a feather.
Fu Chen probably saw the complexity in her calm, clean, and spotless almond-shaped eyes.
He didn't dwell on the matter too much, and slowly expressed the only blessing he could offer her.
I hope you are happy.
The words were few, but the meaning was clear: all that is said is this, and only blessings remain.
At first, it was quite easy to pick up this secret crush that couldn't be brought into the open, since I was approaching it with ulterior motives. But later, many things changed.
The most important thing is that his heart has changed.
Now, letting go feels heavy, mixed with a trace of pain he tries hard to ignore.
Adults' gains and losses are conclusions reached after weighing the pros and cons, especially for someone his age.
Being too attached to some things can easily turn that liking and excitement into stubbornness, ultimately making you unrecognizable.
He didn't want to see himself like that. Besides, he was no longer a naive twenty-year-old boy who wanted to indulge in those passionate, dramatic love affairs.
So sometimes, the decision to let go happens in an instant.
It happened in a fleeting moment during my conversation with Ye Shuqiao that afternoon.
He didn't know why, but he felt that the future was bleak and he had no hope, so he thought it was better to let go.
Anyway, he tried his best, even if his methods weren't exactly honorable.
Now, he hopes that those dishonorable methods will be buried under tonight's starry sky, never to see the light of day again.
At least, maintain the last shred of dignity.
If you're wrong, you're wrong.
A loss is a loss.
He neither defended himself nor denied it; he accepted it all.
Or perhaps it's a case of being too close to the situation to see clearly. Ye Shuqiao, as an unimportant outsider, reminded him, "No matter what you do, you won't leave a deeper mark on Meng Sheng's heart than Pei Sui. Her heart and eyes are only so big; she's already done her best to hold Pei Sui. Fu Chen, face the facts. You and Meng Sheng are impossible. Of course, you and I are possible, as long as you answer..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Fu Chen interrupted her.
To some extent, he and Ye Shuqiao belong to the same category of people, but upon closer examination, there are significant differences.
His rejection of Ye Shuqiao was entirely due to the fact that he had no real affection for Miaomiao whatsoever. Even if he had no affection, he should at least have shown some kindness.
He didn't want his wife to harm his precious daughter.
Hearing his words, Meng Sheng was overwhelmed with emotion once again. She looked at Fu Chen and said solemnly and sincerely, "I will, thank you. You deserve a complete and reciprocated relationship."
Her voice was soft and gentle, like a clear mountain spring, melodious and tinkling.
It does have a faint cooling sensation when it brushes against your ear.
Fu Chen glanced at her without speaking for a while. After a while, a slightly familiar figure appeared in his hazy peripheral vision. He focused his gaze and glanced into the distance before looking away.
She chuckled softly, "Thank you for your kind words, but these things can't be forced. It all depends on fate. If it happens, it's a bonus; if it doesn't, it's no big deal. Having Miaomiao is enough."
As he spoke, he stood up and opened his arms, "Let's put a period to my life."
She drew it herself.
From then on, we were just friends, and we didn't talk about feelings.
This relationship, which never even began, ended without a trace. I'm glad he had the chance to speak up.
It's a pity and a regret not to receive a response or the answer you want, but life should always have regrets to enrich and fill it. Perfection is not necessarily the best.
Nine out of ten is perfect, which isn't bad at all.
His openness made Meng Sheng feel awkward, so she smiled and went over to hug him. "Thank you for your honesty and for your favor. Let's become shining points of light on each other's star charts."
Fu Chen was slightly taken aback, his heart stirred, and he watched as the familiar figure slowly stepped into the light from the darkness, getting closer and closer.
A spot of light?
Yeah, that’s right.
Some stars are destined not to fall into his courtyard, but that doesn't stop him from gazing up at her and illuminating the night sky.
A brief ray of light appeared in his life, illuminating his heart. However, in the end, fate led him and that ray of light down different paths.
Giving up was sudden.
But waking up from the dream didn't happen suddenly.
Everything has its signs; what he ignored before is now being valued by him.
The night wind came and went, and the dim neon lights gradually brightened.
Their conversation didn't take long, nor was it particularly profound or filled with lingering resentment.
It's just that two parallel lines continue to be parallel.
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