“Wait a moment! I haven’t finished speaking,” the woman choked, looking at him. From Tao Yu’s perspective, she was a pitiful beautiful young woman, “Although I’m going to be engaged to Linying, I will always keep a place for you in my heart. If one day…”
She suddenly couldn’t continue, could only lower her head and sob softly.
A momentary disgust flashed in Yue Linze’s eyes as he said coldly, “Miss Zhou seems to have misunderstood. We’re not familiar with each other, so why are you telling me all this?”
“Linze,” Zhou Yanran looked at him aggrievedly, “I know you have me in your heart. Now it’s just because of your leg injury that you’re like this, but you should know that no matter what you say, you are the irreplaceable person in my heart.”
Previously, when she saw him at the Yue family banquet, she had deeply fallen for him. But at that time, he was a celestial being, someone above the clouds, while she was just the daughter of a nouveau riche. Although she had always shamelessly pestered him, she had always felt inferior.
But now things were different. He had fallen from the clouds to the dust, and her father had used money to secure her engagement to Yue Linze’s eldest son, Yue Linying. Their identities had instantly reversed, and she finally had the courage to confess her feelings.
Yue Linze glanced at his legs covered by a blanket and looked at Zhou Yanran calmly: “What are you?” His voice was calm but carried a hint of arrogance, as if able to instantly put her back in her place.
Zhou Yanran’s face turned white for a moment, unable to understand why everything was different from what she imagined – now that he was so miserable, shouldn’t he be grateful for her love?
She slowly sighed, speaking with compassion: “Linze, I know you don’t really think that, so I won’t be angry. You’ve been alone in this mansion for so long, and I believe you must want companionship. In the future, when I have time, I’ll…”
