Meng Chi pushed away the fabric. “You said you wanted to marry yesterday.”
Meng Yao looked stubborn. “I was just saying casually. Who knew you would take it seriously!” Meng Chi’s face remained expressionless.
“Then who do you want to marry?”
Meng Yao blurted, “I won’t marry anyone. I’ll stay with my brother for life!”
Meng Chi’s eyebrows furrowed. He looked at her and said, “I have my way of living, you have yours. How can you stay with me for life?”
“I will!” Meng Yao shouted.
Meng Chi stood up. “I’ve already dealt with Zhu Laosan. Since this incident didn’t cause major trouble, I won’t say more. It’s best if there’s no next time.”
Meng Yao gritted her teeth. “Brother, I’m the closest person to you. Why do you always favor that woman?”
Meng Chi didn’t answer. He walked to his room, his mind flashing between memories of Yuan Ning as a child and her current self, both timid and cunning. This made his usually cold heart feel a tremor.
In his dream, his stepdaughter timidly hugged his waist, softly calling, “Brother…”
Meng Chi, feeling satisfied, kissed her lips. The chaotic dream stopped, and he awoke, finding arms wrapped around him, softly calling, “Brother…”
But the voice in his heart reminded him that true revenge should be as ruthless as Meng Yao’s, something he couldn’t do.
From the moment they met again, he had unconsciously compromised repeatedly, turning revenge into a joke. Yet, he felt pleased at the thought of holding her close and keeping her confined.
Suddenly, a flash from his dream appeared – her shy cherry lips. In the dream, he had kissed her fiercely, feeling utterly satisfied. Would the real feeling be the same?
Meng Chi narrowed his eyes and leaned down, capturing those tender lips like in his dream.
Ruan Ning was also dreaming. In her dream, Meng Chi transformed into a black wolf, pursuing her relentlessly. If caught, she would have no escape. Desperately fleeing, her legs grew heavier, and she was about to cry when Zheng Yu suddenly appeared, shouting, “Yuan Ning, where are you?”
