An Meng took a sip of tea, placed the teacup on the table, and then slowly said, "What else?"
[Who made the system stipulate that the core target of the mission is Xie Yun? ]
Xie Yun folded his hands, turned his head and glanced at her. An Meng avoided his gaze guiltily.
"Ahem," An Meng said, "In short, Huo Minxuan, stop pretending to be very familiar with me. What you said about standing on one side or the other is gone, and now things are different."
Huo Minxuan's eyes were sinister as he said, "Okay, An Meng, you'd better remember what I said today."
An Meng curled her lips, as if she was too lazy to say more: "I don't know you well."
【It's like I've let you down! 】
"Okay, okay!" Huo Minxuan sneered, grabbed the tea set on the table and threw it to the ground, breaking porcelain pieces flying everywhere.
No one in the living room spoke, and Huo Minxuan walked away in the dead silence.
Seeing him leave, Zhao Yu got up from the ground with a very ugly look on his face.
Zhao Ya's expression was no less grim. He gritted his teeth, stared at Zhao Yu for a few seconds, and then ran upstairs.
"Well, Mr. Xie," Zhao Yu forced a faint smile and hesitantly said, "It's not convenient for me to continue entertaining you today. You see..."
The once sparkling floor of the living room was now covered in spilled tea, tea leaves, and broken porcelain pieces, creating a mess.
Xie Yun nodded in understanding: "Let's go now."
Zhao Yu said, "Be careful on the road with Madam Zun."
An Meng didn't get up from the sofa. She stared at Zhao Yu and said, "What are you going to do with Zhao Ya?"
"W-what?"
"Are you planning to continue protecting Zhao Ya like this?" An Meng asked.
Zhao Yu was speechless, his expression pale and filled with a hint of guilt.
Zhao Yu was not only afraid of the woman who came to his house today to expose his family's past, but also felt a kind of indescribable panic.
How did she know that? How could she remember everything that happened so many years ago so well?
An Meng shook her head. She had already done what she was supposed to do, so let it be.
Sun Juan and her son are now demanding the video be deleted. Given Feng Miao's current mental state, calling the police or repeatedly mentioning the incident to her would be a form of torture.
It was already late at night when they left Zhao's house. The two went to Sun Juan's house overnight and told her that the video had been deleted.
Sun Juan was delighted and regretful: "Thank you so much, alas——"
Along with her sigh, a shrill scream was heard from Feng Miao's bedroom, with occasional sobs in between.
Sun Juan frowned, "This child, she's like this now...sometimes. She can't go to school and stays at home all day."
An Meng nodded: "Going to school is not the most important thing right now. Just take care of yourself and you will get over it one day."
However, the three people present knew in their hearts that such words were just futile comfort.
The damage that has been done will always be there no matter how you try to heal or forget it.
Xie Yun asked, "Really not calling the police?"
Sun Juan's eyes were like dying lights as she looked towards her daughter's bedroom and whispered, "No, I can't bear the second injury, and neither can she. What do you need me to do next?"
An Meng said: "Register an account on Weibo and use your personal identity to declare that all this was instigated by Huo Minxuan."
"That's easy," Sun Juan agreed readily. "Is that all?"
"The Chinese language test you gave a year ago," An Meng asked, "wasn't the composition topic based on Iris's 'Blue Shirt'?"
Sun Juan thought about her ridiculous behavior and said with shame, "No, it was just a coincidence that the grade setting group chose this topic. I wanted to stop it, but failed."
"Well," An Meng continued, "but giving students novels as homework and paying for reading are two things that are really hard to argue with. Netizens might be quite emotional. If that happens, your job will be in jeopardy, right?"
"I don't have the heart to work anymore," Sun Juan said worriedly. "Once I understand this, I will take Miaomiao away from this place and start a new life."
"Okay," An Meng said, "Then please start writing the manuscript tonight and publish it as soon as possible."
Sun Juan nodded heavily: "Don't worry, I will definitely be able to write it tonight."
After saying that, she asked hesitantly, "Um, is Iris okay?"
"It's okay. I sent her a message to report the progress of the matter." An Meng said.
The heavy stone that had been weighing on Sun Juan's heart suddenly loosened, and she moved her lips as if wanting to say something else.
Xie Yun raised his hand and glanced at his watch, then said to the two of them, "It's getting late."
Sun Juan came back to her senses and said, "Yes, yes, you should go back first. It's really getting late."
The time left for her to sort out what happened, choose the words and write her speech was already very tight.
Those feelings of regret, remorse, and apology are of no use at all now.
An Meng glanced at Xie Yun and said, "Okay, we'll go first."
After a day of running around, An Meng fell into deep discomfort again until the two of them sat in the small, enclosed space of the carriage.
The more she tried to suppress her gaze from the person next to her, the more she couldn't help but steal a glance to see what expression was on his face.
But in reality, An Meng didn't dare to turn her head or say a word.
She was afraid that once she opened her mouth, she would mention what happened during the day.
[Oh my god, this is so embarrassing. Why... did Xie Yun... kiss me?]
[Well, actually, being kissed isn't a big deal. I'm not opposed to being kissed by a handsome guy.]
[But... I have to go back eventually, so I'd better not be so affectionate in this world.]
[Although I now think that if my future husband is really Xie Yun, it would not be bad? No, I am overthinking it.]
"An Meng." Xie Yun suddenly spoke.
An Meng was startled and turned around to ask, "What's wrong?"
Xie Yun cleared his throat, slowed down the car, and asked in a low voice, "What kind of person is that master in your dream?"
What kind of person is he?
An Meng stared at the front windshield for a long time, and was horrified to find that she could not remember her master's face.
My brain felt like it was filled with lead, and my head was sinking down. I felt a tingling and numbness, but I couldn't remember anything.
Why can’t I remember too many details?
Master's appearance, figure, smile, and voice seemed to be hidden in a fog, unable to be seen or touched.
"But I've only been in this world for a few months. My memories can't be so far gone that I've lost all the details, right?"
A sudden, piercing chill ran down her tailbone, inch by inch, up her scalp along her spine. An Meng suddenly looked at Xie Yun's profile and opened her mouth silently.
"I……"
Xie Yun glanced at her and found that An Meng's eyes were almost panicked.
"If you don't want to talk about it, forget it." He turned his head and said calmly.
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