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In the past few days, Zheng Mengni had tried various methods to convey the impending car accident information to Ye Bingran, but all her attempts had failed without exception. She gritted her teeth and resolved to come up with a plan that she considered clumsy, yet potentially the most effective.
The night before the accident, Ye Bingran was making final checks for the next day's operation. The atmosphere in the conference room was tense, with everyone's expressions tight, foreshadowing an approaching storm. Just as the meeting reached a critical moment, Ye Bingran's backup phone vibrated.
He had few friends, and only a handful of people had his personal number. Ye Bingran excused himself and stepped aside to answer the call. On the other end, Zheng Mengni's delicate and soft voice came through slowly; she was crying, sounding weak and aggrieved.
"Xiao Ye Ge, I think I'm sick. My body feels terrible."
Ye Bingran's fingers trembled slightly, his heart twisted painfully, and his breathing became heavy and labored. He felt a surge of panic; Zheng Mengni was usually strong and independent. If she wasn't truly at her breaking point, she would typically choose to endure it alone.
"Have you contacted a doctor?" he asked urgently. "I want to see you; I feel so awful."
As he spoke, he grabbed his coat from the back of the chair and hurriedly rushed out: "Xiao Ni, don't be afraid. Wait for me; I'll be there soon."
His assistant chased after him: "Ye Ge, the meeting isn't over yet."
Ye Bingran turned back to explain, but his pace didn't slow: "Xiao Ni is sick; I need to go take care of her."
The assistant hesitated for a moment before resolutely trying to dissuade him: "But this meeting is really important. How about I contact a doctor and take Miss Zheng to the hospital? You can finish the meeting first?"
Ye Bingran looked apologetic: "I'm sorry, Xiao Ni. Please explain to them for me. It will be a bit tough tonight; can we hold the video conference later after I take care of Xiao Ni?"
The assistant knew how much Ye Bingran valued this girl; any further objections would only have to be swallowed down.
Ye Bingran ran through four red lights in quick succession, speeding down the road as horns blared around him. He arrived at Zheng Mengni's apartment in record time, not even taking a moment to catch his breath before charging straight into her bedroom.
He usually knocked before entering someone else's room, always waiting for permission first.
This was the first time he had lost his composure.
The room was dark, and Ye Bingran couldn't care less about that; he urgently called out Zheng Mengni's name. When he received no response and couldn't find her, his heart raced with anxiety.
As Ye Bingran fumbled for the switch, a gentle force suddenly wrapped around his wrist.
"Xiao Ye Ge, you came so quickly."
Zheng Mengni sighed softly, surprised by how fast he had arrived. A great sense of satisfaction surged within her, further solidifying her determination to save Ye Bingran. Her voice sounded normal, and the warmth of her hand felt just right—there were no signs of illness whatsoever.
Ye Bingran paused for a moment, then gradually relaxed, letting go of the tension in his heart. He wasn't angry at Zheng Mengni for lying to him. As long as she was okay, that was all that mattered.
Zheng Mengni lowered her eyelashes slightly, holding onto Ye Bingran's hand and tightening her grip. "I'm sorry, I just missed you so much. Did I make you angry by using this excuse?" Her eyes glistened with tears, carrying a hint of pleading.
Ye Bingran smiled gently. "It's me who should apologize for not being there for you."
Zheng Mengni looked up at him, her gaze searching the blurred outline of his face in the darkness as she quietly leaned closer. "You really aren't angry?" she asked again.
Ye Bingran chuckled softly. "How could I be angry at you?"
Zheng Mengni moved even closer, her actions slow and deliberate. "Then it's settled; you'll never be angry at me, right?"
Ye Bingran whispered, "Of course."
He only managed to say one word before Zheng Mengni sealed his lips with a gentle kiss. Her lips were cool, like jelly chilled in ice—tender and sweet.
Ye Bingran's heartstrings tightened for what felt like an eternity before snapping with a soft thud. The fragrant scent of wine enveloped him as his breathing quickened, passively and awkwardly accepting this sudden kiss. Though he hadn't touched a drop of alcohol, his head felt light and dizzy, as if he were starved of oxygen.
The warmth cautiously probed, tracing the shape of his lips and leaving a glimmer of moisture. Ye Bingran, unable to control himself, gently parted his lips, allowing her to do as she pleased. The sweet taste filled his mouth.
At some point, the girl’s soft body completely leaned against him. Ye Bingran reached out to embrace her, no longer able to resist. He firmly held the back of her head and slowly lowered his own.
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