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Tan Yan, you’re clever. Why don’t you try to guess what I want to ask you?
Tan Yan nodded, sitting across from Zheng Mengni, deep in serious thought. He hadn’t even had time to dry his hair and was patiently waiting for her to speak.
Calmly, he probably guessed the reason but didn’t show it, maintaining a composed demeanor without revealing any flaws. He smiled and said, “No matter what you ask, I can give you an answer.”
Zheng Mengni fixed her gaze on him and suddenly said, “Do you like me?” It wasn’t a question; it was a statement.
Tan Yan simply hummed in response, not saying anything more. He had repeated this sentiment many times before. For those willing to believe, hearing it once was enough.
Zheng Mengni stood up and walked in front of him, gently pressing her thumb against the corner of his eye. How could one not say anything when they liked someone? If I did something for someone, I would want to express that one action with more weight than ten others.
Tan Yan looked up in confusion. This was completely different from what he had expected; he thought Zheng Mengni was coming to confront him. After a slight hesitation, he lowered his voice and said, “One action isn’t done just so it can be spoken about. But if you don’t say anything, how will others know what you’ve done? It’s not good or honorable; I’m afraid you might dislike me.”
Zheng Mengni suddenly found it amusing. “Then when you were doing it, didn’t you consider whether others might dislike it?”
Tan Yan remained unfazed. “This is what I believe is right and beneficial for you. So even if knowing makes you annoyed or disgusted with me, it doesn’t matter. Accidents are everywhere; I hope to erase all the unexpected things from your life.”
“Being good to me is indeed true,” she continued. “If you make them disappear, I could live worry-free and happy forever in my warm home without fearing exposure of my identity or being driven out.”
Tan Yan didn’t think this was Zheng Mengni’s true feelings and chose to remain silent, quietly listening as she continued.
“But Tan Yan,” she said, “even though I’ve made many mistakes and been false, I never thought of using such cruel means to protect what I love—my home and everything else. I can resolve my own emotional issues; that’s why I don’t want others to meddle, especially not in ways I dislike. No matter how indifferent a person may seem, they are still flesh and blood, capable of feelings and obligations. He is a living person, not something you can erase at will.”
Especially after spending time with him, I realized that being sentimental was not what I had imagined, and he had never truly hurt me in a meaningful way. I recalled the time I stayed with him in the hospital, watching him become so emaciated that he barely resembled a human, clinging to life through Nutritional Solutions. He managed to pull through such a difficult time, but shortly after being discharged, he succumbed to his addiction, suffering unbearably in the Drug Rehabilitation Center, where every moment felt worse than death.
Sometimes, I would stand in a high place and pity him, wondering why his life was filled with so much hardship and misfortune. Yet in the end, I realized that I had no right to pity him. I did not kill Bo Ren, but Bo Ren died because of me.
Can you understand this feeling? I cannot achieve a clear conscience; your affection has burdened me. Because you like me, Gao Lei deserved to lose his fingers and his job. Because you like me, Ye Bing, who felt threatened by my status, deserved to experience one assassination attempt after another.
When Zheng Mengni spoke these words, Tan Yan remained calm. He never showed his uncontrolled emotions to Zheng Mengni, as if the person being accused at that moment was not him. Zheng Mengni suddenly asked, "Do you regret it? When you did all these things, were you really not afraid that I would never like you or forgive you?"
Tan Yan's calmness was chilling. Zheng Mengni's words dripped with undisguised disdain. He spoke steadily: "Yes."
But I have said before that I do not wish for any accidents to occur in your life. Gao Lei is unworthy of you as a male escort; I want to eliminate any possibility of him confusing your mind. Ye Bing is your father A-Qin's daughter; blood is thicker than water. I do not want any changes in your family affection and certainly do not want you caught up in jealousy and insecurity regarding familial ties.
Zheng Mengni smiled: "What a concern disguised as love."
Tan Yan's face remained calm throughout; he never attempted to defend his wrongdoings. Perhaps he did not believe he had made any mistakes or felt any need for repentance. The only fault he acknowledged was that he had brought you trouble; he apologized softly for allowing you to know about these sordid matters.
Zheng Mengni's gaze was cold and pointed: "I also do not wish to know, but someone wants to sow discord and force me to face the truth."
Tan Yan suddenly asked: "If you had never known any of this, would I still have a chance to get close to you?"
Zheng Mengni reached out, her palm resting against his neck, smiling gently. With an expression of regret, she said: "Sorry, there are no 'ifs.' I had no choice but to find out."
Tan Yan nodded: "I understand now; I'll take care of it."
Zheng Mengni's fingertips paused slightly, her pupils dilating just a bit as she softly acknowledged him with an "mm." Acting was truly exhausting; she almost felt moved to tears by her own words.
Kindness was a word that had nothing to do with her. Since Guan Su Lin was intent on sowing discord between her and Tan Yan, she might as well fan the flames and watch the fight from a distance.
Instigating was indeed a clever strategy. She had to thank Guan Su Lin for the suggestion. Let him and Tan Yan battle it out fiercely. All she needed to do was wait patiently in the shadows and see who would emerge victorious in the end.
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