When Meng Mingxuan came to Fenglin, Yin Ting was not there yet.
She looked up at the maple tree that blocked out the entire sky.
In this life, Meng Mingxuan has no impression of the Maple Forest Sutra.
After all, I haven’t been here for three years.
She only remembered the redness in her eyes, which made her feel warm.
Unfortunately, it was summer now, and the maple forest was all green, which could not bring back any of her moving memories of the past.
"Xuan Xuan."
There were hurried footsteps behind me.
Yin Ting's voice was a little breathless; he came running.
I was afraid that Meng Mingxuan would wait too long, get impatient, and leave.
Meng Mingxuan turned around, holding the document in her hand.
She looked at Yin Ting's sweaty handsome face and handed over the information: "You are not Uncle Yan's son."
Yin Ting was stunned on the spot.
"This is the result of the investigation into your background. Take a look at it first." Meng Mingxuan advised him when she saw that he didn't take it.
Yin Ting looked at Meng Mingxuan and suddenly felt a little strange.
Just a moment ago, she looked at him and smiled so sweetly, as if there were stars in her eyes.
It's only been a few days and she's already treating him like an outsider.
Just because of his deliberate approach?
But his love is real.
Yin Ting slowly stretched out his hand and took the information that Meng Mingxuan handed to him.
When the finger was almost touching her fingertips, she quickly pulled back and dodged.
Yin Ting froze.
He took a deep breath and opened the document to take a look.
He also wanted to know why Xuanxuan said that he was not Yan Shicheng's son.
Yin Ting quickly finished reading the information and his face turned pale.
"This is impossible!"
Yin Ting threw the information on the ground, his brows cold and sinister, "This information was forged by Yan Mojiu!"
In two days, Meng Mingxuan and Yan Mojiu will leave Kyoto.
By now, Kyoto might have received the news that Yan Mojiu was going back.
Yan Mojiu's life experience is no longer a secret.
So Meng Mingxuan said: "He has no need to forge information, because he is not Uncle Yan's biological son, he is from the Yan family in Kyoto."
Yin Ting was shocked!
Isn’t Yan Mojiu Yan Shicheng’s biological son?
Seeing that Yin Ting's expression was no longer so sinister, Meng Mingxuan continued, "Now you know that you have taken revenge on the wrong person."
Yin Ting looked at Meng Mingxuan and slowly smiled.
That smile was a little chilling.
Or rather, a bit sad.
Meng Mingxuan's eyebrows jumped. Just as she was about to say something, she heard Yin Ting's voice: "Then do you know that when I was in junior high school, I took Yan Mojiu's hair when he was in trouble with a few hooligans and did a DNA test with him?"
He spent the inheritance left to him by his adoptive mother on this.
Meng Mingxuan was completely stunned.
What he meant was that he and Yan Mojiu had a DNA test and the result was... brothers?
Then, doesn't that mean that the man who raped Qi Shuyue back then is Yan Mojiu's biological father?
After all, the truth that Feng Yilin personally investigated couldn't be false.
This truth was so shocking that Meng Mingxuan didn't know what to say for a moment.
She recalled the familiar feeling she had when she first saw Yin Ting's profile.
To some extent, Yin Ting and Yan Mojiu do look a bit similar.
It’s just that Yin Ting is gentle, loves to laugh, and is approachable, while Yan Mojiu is cold and serious, and strangers are not allowed to approach him.
"No matter what my background is, it's true that I like you."
Yin Ting took a step forward and wanted to hold Meng Mingxuan's shoulders.
Meng Mingxuan took a few steps back.
"But you didn't approach me because you liked me in the beginning."
Her feelings for him had long been exhausted in those three years in her previous life.
In his previous life, between his mother and her, he chose to hurt her.
He can be filial to his mother, and his mother is indeed very pitiful, but he should not use her happiness as a stepping stone for his filial piety.
"Xuan Xuan..."
"I forgive you, but I won't like you anymore." Meng Mingxuan shook her head, "Yin Ting, let's end this."
Looking at her distant and indifferent eyes, Yin Ting felt as if his heart was blocked by cement.
He couldn't help but ask, "Why? You finally chose to have an affair?"
“…”
Meng Mingxuan's stunned expression made Yin Ting feel relieved.
If she wanted to be with Yan Mojiu, she would have been together a long time ago.
It's not his turn.
Moreover, she once told him helplessly when he was jealous that Yan Mojiu had someone he loved deeply.
But that person is no longer here.
"Xuanxuan, I'm sorry, I just..."
"You really disgust me." Meng Mingxuan didn't explain anything to Yin Ting. She just said this and turned away.
She was indeed "together" with Yan Mojiu.
But it’s not what Yin Ting said.
She and Yan Mojiu are not related by blood.
And Uncle Yan said...
Meng Mingxuan returned to the car, recalling some forgotten girlhood memories.
Her ninth brother is so good, how could she not have any ripples at all?
At the age of 16, she has always wanted to grow up quickly.
But when she really grew up, she personally extinguished that ripple on a rainy night when she was 18 years old.
…
When Meng Mingxuan returned to the villa, Yan Mojiu was already sitting on the sofa in the living room.
He seemed to have taken a shower and changed into pure white silk casual home clothes.
He didn't look as stern as usual, and there seemed to be a hint of gentleness between his eyebrows.
Yan Mojiu was on the phone, and when his eyes met Meng Mingxuan who walked in, he talked about a few work arrangements and then hung up.
He stood up and walked towards Meng Mingxuan.
“I’m back.”
"Yeah." Meng Mingxuan no longer subconsciously avoids his intimate actions.
He put his arm around her shoulders and they sat down on the double sofa.
"Let's go shopping?" Yan Mojiu held her tightly and held her hand.
Then, his finger naturally slipped into the gaps between her fingers.
Meng Mingxuan's eyes stayed on the man's slender fingers for a while, finding them very pleasing to the eye.
"No, I went to see Master Feng to get the information, and then I went to see Yin Ting."
Meng Mingxuan did not hide anything from Yan Mojiu and told him everything about her conversation with Yin Ting.
"No wonder I felt a sense of familiarity when I first saw Yin Ting's profile."
She looked carefully again in the maple forest just now, and he really looked like Yan Mojiu.
Yan Mojiu didn't respond for a long time, but after Meng Mingxuan said this, he suddenly laughed.
Meng Mingxuan didn't know what he said to make him laugh, but her eyes were dazzled by his laughter.
Yan Mojiu has a very beautiful bone structure, three-dimensional and clean facial features, and deep black eyes that curve slightly when he smiles.
The water is so clear that it seems to be filled with sweet spring water.
He used to laugh.
Later, when it was only she and he left from the Yan and Meng families, he rarely smiled.
He changed from a big brother in white who gently cared for her to the feared Ninth Master of Lincheng.
Meng Mingxuan's emotions fluctuated slightly.
Feeling depressed.
"You really don't like him anymore?" Yan Mojiu said, pulling her out of her emotions.
Meng Mingxuan nodded without hesitation: "I don't like it anymore."
The Yin Ting she liked was just an illusion.
When he said the word "rogue" today, she didn't feel humiliated.
Yes, I feel relieved.
At that moment she completely understood that the person she liked was never the real Yin Ting.
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