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Guan Su Lin presented the chrysanthemum in his hand and exchanged a few pleasantries with Zheng Yicheng. Turning around, he spotted Zheng Mengni standing alone at the back.
She was dressed in a solemn black outfit, a fitted coat over a waist-cinching sweater dress, her thick curls meticulously pinned up, revealing her delicate, fair face. For a moment, Guan Su Lin's gaze froze; he quickly withdrew his eyes and lightly rubbed the blood-red gemstone necklace that had been returned to him last night in the pocket of his coat.
He thought to himself: such rich and vibrant colors actually matched Zheng Mengni's attire today. It was a pity she had not accepted the carefully chosen gift he had prepared for her.
A Qi, who had been silent all along, felt an ominous premonition and quickly interjected: "If you want to inherit the entire estate, I will naturally help you. Just don't take your frustrations out on women; otherwise, if the conversation lacks substance, your mission will fail."
Guan Su Lin feigned nonchalance. "What do you mean?"
A Qi spoke earnestly: "Rely on yourself, not on others."
Guan Su Lin dragged out his tone, appearing utterly confused. He wondered why one should rely on oneself when they could depend on others. Yet he replied to A Qi, "You're right; one should certainly have ambition. The Zheng family is a lucrative target, and I will definitely find my own way to take a bite out of it, right?"
A Qi sighed in relief and ceased to disturb him.
Guan Su Lin's eyelids flickered as a smile graced his handsome face. His gaze swept past Zheng Mengni and landed directly on a prominent figure with whom he had established a close relationship, engaging in conversation with an air of confidence.
After the funeral concluded, Zheng Mengni meticulously reread the letter left behind by Ye Bingran.
It was strange; despite knowing that death was imminent, he still refused to identify who had harmed him. On that day in the car, Ye Bingran's various behaviors suggested he knew who the murderer was.
Was it unwillingness to speak that led him to die with his eyes closed? Or was he truly a saintly figure who couldn't even bring himself to report those who had wronged him?
Zheng Mengni's expression hardened as she casually tossed her coffee back into the cup and rose to stand by the floor-to-ceiling window. Her serene yet beautiful silhouette appeared somewhat eerie.
Ye Bingran had already slipped away, leaving behind a trail of cryptic remarks that stirred curiosity in others.
Zheng Mengni acknowledged that she indeed found it peculiar; after all, many relationships were interconnected. She smiled slightly and lowered her head to pull out a phone number.
This guy had once teamed up with Ye Bingran to trick her.
It was amusing that he still seemed to be her younger brother, yet his behavior was quite the opposite.
After receiving the news, Ye Siqian spent half a day traveling to stand before Zheng Mengni. He could hardly believe he was seeing her again. Just a glance at Zheng Mengni made his ears flush red, almost as if they were bleeding.
Zheng Mengni kindly turned on the air conditioning for him and smiled, saying, "In November, wearing such thick clothes, you shouldn't be this hot."
"I-I’ve always been afraid of heat," Ye Siqian stammered, his face burning with embarrassment as he quickly looked down to avoid her gaze, afraid she might discover his inappropriate feelings.
Zheng Mengni spoke gently to him, "I'm sorry to tell you this now about your sister. But what’s gone is gone; I believe she wouldn’t want to see you sad."
Ye Siqian seemed to shudder at her words, his complexion growing even paler as he whispered, "I understand."
Suddenly, he dropped to his knees at Zheng Mengni's feet, his knees pressed tightly together as he hung his head, trembling violently.
Ye Siqian wept uncontrollably, tears streaming down like they were free: "Sister, she told me everything. She said you are my real sister. You are all I have left in this world. Please don’t abandon me; don’t push me away."
Zheng Mengni sat silently on the sofa, her expression inscrutable.
Gathering his courage, Ye Siqian clutched her slender leg. Even through her jeans, he could imagine how soft and fragrant her skin must be.
"My sister is gone; I don’t want to experience the pain of losing a loved one again. Sister, let me stay by your side," he cried in anguish. As he bowed his head, his desperate gaze remained glued to the back of Zheng Mengni's snowy feet.
Her skin was delicate; he could faintly see the bluish veins beneath.
Zheng Mengni gently pulled her leg away and crossed it over the other. Leaning forward with her chin resting on her hand, she casually brought her beautiful face closer to Ye Siqian's and pinched his hot earlobe with her slender fingers.
"You just said I’m your only family," Zheng Mengni asked lightly. "What about our parents? Are they no longer around?"
Ye Siqian's heart raced; before he could think of the best answer, Zheng Mengni’s airy question cut him off.
"You know who I'm talking about; those two children must have mixed up their identities," she continued. "Ye Bingran should have told you about it. So are my biological parents still alive?"
With tears welling up in his eyes, Ye Siqian replied, "You know that my sister and I grew up in an orphanage; our parents... they’ve long since passed away."
He choked back tears as he made decisions for her in silence.
How could those utterly terrible and malicious parents be the biological ones of Xiao Ni? As far as Zheng Mengni was concerned, it was enough for her to live her life. She didn't believe that once she learned what her real parents were like, she would abandon everything she had to go into the depths of hell to fulfill her filial duty.
Zheng Mengni, hearing this, tore open a piece of soft candy and handed it to Ye Siqian, speaking softly, "It's gone, it's gone."
Ye Siqian opened his mouth and bit down on the candy. The sweet flavor melted on his tongue, hitting his taste buds and sending a wave of delight through him.
Zheng Mengni shifted the topic, "Regarding Ye Bingran, I have some feelings about him. I wanted you to come over to understand the specific situation."
Ye Siqian pressed his lips together and mumbled vaguely, "You ask."
He had been kneeling on the ground all this time, and Zheng Mengni still hadn't indicated for him to get up and sit on the sofa. It was as if she had forgotten or simply didn't care.
"You grew up with Ye Bingran. Hasn't his personality, behavior, and other actions remained unchanged from childhood until now?"
Ye Siqian fell silent at this.
Ye Bingran had never pretended to be someone he wasn't; he was too lazy to play any roles. Therefore, his peculiarities had long been noticed by Ye Siqian.
He had asked Ye Bingran about it before, but that person was too cunning and had left him confused with just a few words. Every time he asked, he received the same kind of evasive answers. Eventually, Ye Siqian lost interest in making a fool of himself and stopped asking altogether.
But Ye Siqian knew very well that the current Ye Bingran was not the same person he used to be. The question was, should he tell Xiao Ni the truth?
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