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I brewed a cup of coffee and sat in the living room waiting for my parents to return.
Meng Jinzhi stood across from me, keeping me company.
No matter how much I urged him, he refused to sit down, his expression serious: "One must not lose propriety."
I frowned slightly: "You're so old-fashioned."
His expression remained unchanged as he lowered his head and replied respectfully, "Please forgive me, Miss."
Feeling bored as I waited, I began to carefully examine his features.
Only then did I realize that Meng Jinzhi had a face that was not inferior to Fu Yan's.
In fact, his deep contours and sharp features were even more captivating.
However, he always stood silently and restrained behind me, so much so that I hardly ever looked at him directly as I grew up.
"Meng Jinzhi."
Suddenly curious, I hugged a pillow and called out to him, "Did you have a girlfriend during those years you were studying outside?"
He froze in place for a moment before finally responding softly, "No."
"You’re so good-looking; how could no girl like you?"
I found it hard to believe. "So what kind of girl do you like? Earlier, Lin Liuliu said you were handsome and wanted to develop something with you."
Meng Jinzhi lowered his eyelashes, and I couldn't quite see the expression in his eyes; all I could hear was a somewhat heavy and frustrated voice.
"Miss, please don't joke about me."
Later, I curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.
When I woke up, I was back in my own room.
As I went downstairs, the only person in the living room besides the housekeeper was still Meng Jinzhi.
I asked him, "Where are my parents?"
"Sir and Madam came back late at night to pack some things. They said they were going to Haicheng. Madam saw that you were sleeping and didn't have the heart to wake you. She said they would talk about anything when they returned."
He poured out a glass of milk and turned to look at me. "Miss, have breakfast before going back to school."
I nodded and picked up a sandwich from the plate.
Suddenly remembering something, I swallowed a mouthful of milk and raised my face to ask him, "Who brought me back to my room after I fell asleep last night?"
In almost an instant, Meng Jinzhi's ears and neck turned completely red.
He took a big step back, looking at me almost helplessly.
"I'm sorry, Miss."
"I was just asking casually, there's no need to be so nervous."
I didn't expect his reaction to be so intense; the look in his eyes resembled the rippling blue waves of a spring lake.
It left me momentarily dazed.
Meng Jinzhi seemed to realize he had lost his composure and slightly restrained his emotions. After a moment, he gently said:
"Miss, it's time for breakfast. I'll take you to school afterward."
The laser pink Bentley stopped at the school gate as I stepped down with my small bag.
Just as I approached the vicinity of the teaching building, I ran into Fu Yan.
A few steps away, under the sycamore tree, he was slightly bowing his head, softly speaking to a girl in a white dress with slightly curled long hair.
The campus flower, Su Yue.
Fu Yan's fiancée from years later.
In the original storyline, she had secretly harbored feelings for Fu Yan since childhood and found me extremely displeasing.
Later, after becoming his fiancée, she saw him still "haunted by old feelings" for me and grew to hate me even more.
I walked straight over and happened to hear her persuading Fu Yan:
"It's not your fault. With her spoiled princess temper, she has no respect for others. How can anyone tolerate that?"
Fu Yan pressed his thin lips together slightly. "I'll handle it, don't worry."
Su Yue looked at him with a sad expression, tears welling in her eyes. "She humiliated you so much, it breaks my heart, Yan."
"You feel sorry for him, yet you paid back the eight hundred thousand for him."
I scoffed and said, "If giving you money and helping you find a doctor is called humiliation, then let's switch places. Miss Su, you can come and humiliate me."
Su Yue retorted angrily:
"Meng Xi, it's true that you're wealthy, but isn't it all thanks to your family? What skills do you have on your own? If one day your family goes bankrupt, will you still be able to flaunt yourself in front of us like this?"
A buzzing sound filled my mind.
The Su Yue in front of me suddenly overlapped with her from the original storyline.
At that time, Fu Yan and I had reunited after five years; he was thriving while I had nothing.
She leaned close to my ear and, in the gentlest and most harmless tone, uttered the most piercing words:
"Look, after leaving you, Yan quickly achieved success; yet everyone who stays by your side ends up with a bad fate. Meng Xi, you're the one bringing the most misfortune and harm."
"What can you do to atone for the sins you've committed?"
After being provoked by her, I, already mentally fragile, attempted suicide.
Fu Yan arrived just in time to save me.
The first thing I did upon waking was to grab his shirt and apologize for my past behavior as a spoiled young lady.
But why should I apologize?
If he felt humiliated, he could have simply refused my money and declined my help.
Instead, he accepted everything and then acted like a victim, making everyone who saw me say that I owed him an apology.
It's truly disgusting.
I coldly glared at him and raised my hand to slap Fu Yan, but he firmly grasped my wrist.
Through gritted teeth, he said, "Have you had enough of this, Meng Xi?"
"I am just friends with Su Yue. If you're still upset, take it out on me and don't make things difficult for her."
Su Yue looked at me resentfully and then glanced at Fu Yan with concern: " Yan, you shouldn't put yourself through this."
"What a pair of star-crossed lovers."
I laughed and looked at the hand gripping my wrist. "Aren't you supposed to let me come at you? Let go so I can slap you a couple of times."
Fu Yan's eyes darkened. "Stop messing around. If you're still angry about last night, I can apologize to you."
"You're just reluctant to take a couple of slaps, aren't you?"
I nodded. "Well, after all, I was willing to pay eight hundred thousand just for your face. I should cherish it a bit."
My repeated mention of that money undoubtedly hurt Fu Yan's noble pride.
"Enough!"
His expression turned cold, and his gaze bore hatred. "I've told you, I will repay you the money."
I refused to back down. "Oh, when do you plan to pay me back?"
His eyelashes fluttered, but he couldn't muster the courage to give a definite date, standing there in silence instead.
A sharp pain flickered briefly in my heart.
I knew very well that it was because I had once genuinely liked him.
The slender yet resilient youth, like green bamboo, was indeed captivating to me.
So I took the initiative to offer him help, yet feared that it might hurt his pride. I lowered myself and tried every means to please him.
What he gradually came to take for granted was my efforts being ignored, while he only remembered the feeling of humiliation.
So even years later, after we had broken up, Fu Yan still held onto these thoughts in his heart, wanting me to admit it out loud:
That it was my fault for giving him money and helping him during his toughest times.
"Giving money was your choice; no one forced you," Su Yue said, her eyes reddening.
"Meng Xi, money can't buy everything. Even if you spend money to force Fu Yan to be with you, you can't make him love you."
I looked at her and asked, "Then who does he love? You?"
Su Yue instinctively glanced at Fu Yan beside her. Seeing that his gaze remained fixed on me, her previously smug expression stiffened slightly.
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