Chapter 66 Fengchun, you don't want me anymore, are you trying to force me to my death? ...
Lan Jia practically fled back to her room, leaning against the door, clutching her chest in shock.
So today's whole mess was because of Song Qingqu? What stalking, what bad guys, were they all just a cover-up?
Should we try every means to control her in order to make a move against Song Qingqu?
She felt that Meng Cenjun had suddenly gone mad, transformed into a completely different stranger, which was terrifying.
Lan Jia hurriedly grabbed her phone, intending to warn Song Qingqu to stay as far away as possible, when suddenly there was a knock on the door behind her. Startled, she dropped the phone with a clatter.
There was no time to pick it up; she hid back in bed like a rabbit and wrapped herself tightly in the blanket.
The door opened, and Meng Cenjun stood in the doorway, meeting her wary and frightened gaze, and immediately felt a pang in her heart.
He walked in, bent down and picked up the phone. The screen was still lit up, hovering over the caller ID, indicating that she wanted to call Song Qingqu.
Meng Cenjun didn't say anything, turned off the TV, gently placed it on the bedside table, and sat down beside her bed.
Lan Jia hugged her knees with both hands, stared at him with wide eyes, and faced him in a highly defensive posture.
“I think we should talk, Lan Jia.”
"What else is there to discuss?"
She immediately retorted, as if on cue, "Can I possibly hear a single word of truth from you?"
"You've promised time and time again not to harm anyone around me, but have you kept your word? Wasn't getting rid of Ruan Jingwei enough? Now it's Song Qingqu's turn? He's just a student, a kid from an ordinary family. What gives you the right to ruin someone's life with a simple 'get rid of him'?"
Meng Cenjun said calmly, "If they have no problems, why would I touch them?"
"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!" Lan Jia suddenly became agitated, pounding a cushion wildly, and pointing at him, she said, "This must be a lie you made up, an excuse to get yourself out of trouble!"
Faced with her suspicions, he could only swallow his bitterness silently, handing her a black-covered document and saying, "Last time at the Park Hyatt Golden Roof, I was afraid you would feel uncomfortable, so I didn't let you know. Now that things have come to this, there's no need to hide it anymore. If you're prepared to bear it, then see what the truth is."
Lan Jia, her face flushed, stubbornly dragged the paper over to look at it. After flipping through a few pages, her gaze froze, and she suddenly tore the stack of papers into pieces in a few swift movements.
Li Ping! She remembered this name for ten whole years! The culprit who ruined her family!
How could Song Qingqu possibly be his son?
Why did he approach her? What was his purpose? Was it all a carefully planned trap from the very beginning?
Lan Jiaguang thought about it for a moment, and her head felt like it was going to explode. The lingering mystery, the lingering spirit, why did all the disgusting things have to happen to her? Why did everyone have to make things difficult for her?
A surge of anger welled up inside her, and she grabbed the document case and hurled it forward, smashing it into an empty vase. She yelled, "They're all liars! Everything is a lie!" With that, two streams of tears streamed down her face in anger.
Seeing her strong reaction, it would be a lie to say that Meng Cenjun wasn't upset. He reached out to touch her cheek, but she slapped his hand away fiercely and said angrily, "You're crazy too!"
"You've kept this from me so many times, don't think you can get away with it!"
"Lan Jia, do you hate me?" he asked softly.
"I hate your arrogance, I hate that you didn't tell me the truth!"
"Sometimes I'd rather you hate me than see you hurt by others or know about these upsetting things."
He stubbornly believed that he could overcome all obstacles, keep it a secret from her, and silently resolve the troubles so that she wouldn't be disappointed by his blind devotion and would also be spared the heartbreak of seeing through the true nature of those people.
With so many dangers and threats, he was already exhausted from bearing them all by himself. Having experienced that feeling, how could he bear to let her live in fear every day?
Every time the moment came, he saw the disappointment and hatred in Lan Jia's eyes, and his heart ached so much, yet he still couldn't bring himself to say the words "truth."
It's better to be confused than to be hurt. He'd rather she think he's crazy than let her experience even a sliver of darkness.
Having done it so many times, he never regretted it. He only hated himself for not being thorough enough, leaving clues for her to discover.
Lan Jia felt it was sophistry, and as if she were meeting him for the first time, she said very calmly and unfamiliarly, "Yes, perhaps you have considered everything very well, but you have not considered my feelings at all. Whether I am in a good mood or not is not important at all, because you do not treat me as an independent thinker at all."
"No, you just want me to be a fool who lives forever in your palm!" She interrupted him sharply, pulled open the bedside drawer with one hand, frantically rummaged through it, then suddenly got up, ran barefoot to a five-drawer chest in the corner, searched through it, picked up a heavy object in her hand, turned to him and asked, "Do you remember this crystal ball?"
Meng Cenjun stared blankly, recognizing it as a Christmas gift from many years ago. Lan Jia had passed by a jewelry store and spotted it in the window. In the small world, there was a snow-covered cabin in the woods, built of brick and tile, rough yet cozy. What she liked most was the chubby snowman at the door, with a girl in a red scarf standing next to him, looking very happy. Meng Cenjun happened to be wearing a red scarf that day and pointed at it with surprise, saying it looked like her.
Without a second thought, he bought it and gave it to her as a blessing, hoping that his Lan Jia would always be happy and innocent, and live forever in a world as peaceful and stable as a crystal ball.
For many years afterward, he continued to practice this principle.
But at this moment, Lan Jia stood before him, holding the crystal ball that held his memories, and accused him: "Do you know? I'm like someone trapped in a world you created, completely isolated from the outside world. You think you're doing this for my own good, but you actually want me to never grow up, to never be able to escape from your side!"
"Don't you understand? I'm not a child anymore, and I will never let you manipulate me again!"
Lan Jia was furious and paced back and forth anxiously. Finally, she held her forehead, turned her back, and said coldly, "If you keep pushing me, if you really think I can't bring myself to leave you?"
In the air, it was as if something had shattered, with a crisp sound, like an icicle formed under the eaves in winter being maliciously destroyed, or like a calm frozen lake being slashed open by a sharp axe.
Ultimately, both of them knew it wasn't a misperception.
She stood there, frozen, for a long while before she heard a hoarse, barely audible voice behind her: "Lan Jia, you don't want me anymore, you don't want this family anymore, are you trying to force me to my death?"
"You're the one who's trying to destroy this family! You're the one who's suffocating me and leaving me with nowhere to go!" Lan Jia turned around, her face flushed, ready to argue with him. But as soon as she met those desperate eyes, she froze, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her, completely extinguishing her anger.
Meng Cenjun sat there blankly, her profile stiff, like a cold plaster statue.
In the dim light, there were still wet marks on his face.
She was also stunned and didn't know what to do with him. After a long while, she said in a particularly desolate tone, "Maybe we are just not suitable for each other. If we are together, we will stick to our own opinions and neither of us will be willing to give in. In the end, we will fight to the death and will not end well."
"Have you noticed that our relationship has always been unhealthy, even pathological?"
Lan Jia paused for a moment, then made up her mind in a split second, “Since we’re destined to wear each other down, I think it would be better for both of us to separate for a while.”
"The film crew's work is also wrapping up. I'll go back to school in two weeks, and then I might look for an internship in New York. I'm not sure how long I'll stay, but I want to try my luck in different places, build up my career, and do what I love..." Suddenly, she cleared her head and decided not to argue with him anymore. She calmly narrated what was on her mind.
Meng Cenjun listened silently as she meticulously planned her life, as if she had planned it countless times before, yet there was no place for him among them.
She wanted to leave, she wanted to leave, she wanted to leave… His mind was filled with this terrible thought, swelling as if it were about to burst. Another extreme personality emerged sinisterly, thinking frantically: Did he have to lock her up and confine her to a place where no one knew her before she would stay? Could they start over if she simply got rid of this unpleasant memory?
She was his sister, the person he loved most, and his whole life. Even if he had to die, he would die with her!
He heard his truest feelings and strongest desires, but soon, a nauseating and overwhelming sense of self-loathing burst forth, engulfing him completely.
Decades of self-discipline and discipline had given him a strong sense of self-control, which finally allowed him to regain a sliver of rationality at the last moment.
If he were to act in this way, how would he be any different from Meng Shiyuan back then?
If his love is destined to be a sharp weapon, then he will be forged again, tempered by fire, and slowly molded into the form she likes and that suits her.
Meng Cenjun looked up at her, her face still calm, and asked, "How long are you going to be gone? A year, two years, three years... or are you never coming back?"
Lan Jia remained silent, lowering her head to stare at her bare toes, where the pale pink nail polish had already begun to show slight patches.
Nothing can ever be perfect, and she felt a sudden pang of sadness for no reason.
She recalled Qiao Zimu asking her if, one day, she discovered Meng Cenjun's terrifying dark side, would she still want to stay by his side?
She didn't answer that time, and the question has been dragging on until now, but it's still very difficult to answer.
Perhaps she still harbored a sliver of hope. Despite her harsh words, she would turn back and run to him without hesitation if he were to ask her to stay.
There's nothing I can do, she's just stupid.
Like a fledgling bird, once it sets its sights on someone, it remains stubbornly devoted to them.
After thinking for a moment, she said, "I don't know."
Actually, there's a lot of room for circumlocution in this statement.
She waited, eagerly hoping he would say something.
Finally, he spoke, slowly and calmly, as if his voice were still as a still well: "Okay, I promise you."
"Take some time apart so you can do what you like."
"If you want freedom, then I will set you free; if you want happiness, then I will respect your wishes and make you happy."
Lan Jia looked up abruptly, staring at him in disbelief, speechless for a long time.
Meng Cenjun sat there blankly, no longer looking at her, and suddenly seemed to have aged considerably.
After an unknown period of stalemate, Lan Jia suddenly became very deflated, plopped back down, hugged her arms, and buried her face in her knees.
The small lamp was dim, and the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
It only takes a moment.
Her eyes were red-rimmed, and she suddenly looked up and called to him:
"Meng Cenjun, I have only one question for you."
"Do you even want to continue living like this?"
He seemed not to have heard her clearly, as if he had rusted away, and inch by inch, stiffly raised his neck to meet her questioning gaze.
It turns out it was true...
In an instant, it was as if a person on the verge of death had suddenly been given a new lease on life.
Meng Cenjun stared at her for a long time before answering in a hoarse voice:
"Pass……"
Author's note: Even when they argue fiercely, they can't seem to separate. [Pity]
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