Chapter 23: Kueno, don’t you need me?

Half an hour later, in an apartment near the concert hall.

“Explain, Mr. Kueno, the first person in the HW League who set a record of 60 million in signing fees, which has not been broken so far.”

Mu Wan sat on the sofa with her arms folded across her chest, and her tone was inaudible.

After the engagement, Kueno had never seen Mu Wan in this state, and he was a little panicked.

“It was just a joke.”

“But when I heard you say you were going to move out, I wanted you to live closer to me, so I went with the flow…”

Mu Wan: …

So the step I gave you has become an opportunity for you to cheat me, right?

“So you’re not poor?”

“Not poor.”

The atmosphere was silent for a moment, and Mu Wan suddenly didn’t know what to do.

Should I get angry and ask?

No.

From the beginning to the end, Kueye never said that she was poor. Everything was her own arbitrary conjecture.

Mu Wan suddenly felt a tightness in her chest. She felt like she was in the sea, unable to hear or breathe.

She thought.

Was it because of her previous life that she wanted to compensate Kueye so much that she subconsciously created a Kueye who needed to be saved by her.

But the reality is not like this. Kueye does not need her rescue.

This makes her very uneasy...

Kueye's feelings in his previous life were too strong, but from her point of view, there is no support for this strong feeling.

She ignored him and neglected him in her previous life. Why did he fall in love with her?

So she tried her best to be nice to Kueye and give herself a reason for Kueye to like her.

Start over again.

In fact, she couldn't tell whether her feelings towards Kuang Ye were gratitude, love, or pity for him.

But the fact that he turned into a thug for her and died sadly had already become a heavy stroke in her memory.

Plop -

tears unconsciously slid down her cheeks.

Mu Wan looked at Kuang Ye with somewhat empty eyes.

Her voice was choked with sobs: "Kuang Ye, do you... not need me?"

Kuang Ye looked at Mu Wan's tears, and his eyes instantly turned red. His heart felt as if it was pricked by a needle, and he hugged Mu Wan tightly with both hands.

"Wan Wan, don't cry, I'm sorry, I lied to you, don't cry."

Mu Wan couldn't stop crying, and her hands tightly grasped Kuang Ye's clothes.

It was as if she was back in that cramped bathroom. Kueye's body was a little cold, but she was powerless and could do nothing.

Kueye held her crying and twitching body in his arms, feeling extremely distressed. He patted her back with a hoarse voice.

"Wanwan, how could I not need you."

"If it weren't for you, I would have died long ago."

Mu Wan stopped crying, and poked her head out of his arms with red eyes. Her eyelashes were wet, and she looked so pitiful.

"What did you say?"

Kueye's hand gently stroked her cheek, and the deep affection in his eyes was fully revealed to Mu Wan for the first time.

"Wanwan, eight years ago, in the Kueye family's villa halfway up the mountain, you saved me."

He simply recounted what happened eight years ago.

After listening to this, Mu Wan's wet eyes widened, "Were you the one at that time?"

In a person's life, there will not be many experiences of picking up a half-dead person on the street, so even though eight years have passed, Mu Wan still remembers it.

That day was Kuang Shuyu's birthday. She was late for violin practice and saw a little beggar who was about to freeze to death on the road.

He was covered in blood and had a high fever. She and Uncle Liu called 120 and sent him to the hospital.

Because the injuries on the little beggar were unusual, her father was afraid that she would get into trouble, so he deliberately erased her from all traces of this incident.

Kuang Ye nodded, "It was me. After I woke up, I was told that the medical expenses had been paid. I wanted to find you to thank you, but I couldn't find you."

Mu Wan didn't expect that the two of them had such a connection. If Kuang Ye hadn't said it, she might never know.

"So... you liked me at that time?"

Mu Wan looked at Kueye with burning eyes.

Kueye thought for a moment.

"Not completely."

"Huh?"

Mu Wan was full of questions. What does "not completely" mean?

Kueye: "Before returning to Kueye's house, we met once more."

It was also that encounter that made him have the delusion of wanting to possess her.

Mu Wan thought about it for a long time but still had no idea.

She asked Kueye to tell her.

But Kueye kept it a secret.

Mu Wan: "..."

Perhaps it was Kueye's explanation that gave her the confidence to be arrogant. She was now very sure that Kueye liked her.

Reaching out to pull on Jingye's face, "Little brother, are you going to tell me or not?"

Jingye looked at Mu Wan, who had recovered her spirit and still had red eyes. He felt relieved, but a hint of mischief flashed across his eyes.

"How about we make a bet?"

"What bet?"

Jingye leaned close to her ear and whispered.

"Bet that within three months, can you remember our second meeting?"

"If you can't, you have to agree to one condition of mine. If you can, I will agree to two conditions of yours."

The man's hot breath rushed down along the ear.

Mu Wan's ear tips turned slightly red, and her tone became uncomfortable.

"Then you are at a loss?"

"Then I am at a loss!"

Mu Wan's earlobe was suddenly pecked by something warm. She was so scared that she almost jumped up and looked at Jingye in disbelief.

"You——"