"Nian Che, do you remember? You actually should have met him when you were very young."
"I remember, and it didn't feel good."
"You remember?" Old Meng was taken aback, "Why didn't it feel good? What do you remember?"
"Nothing much, just that the way he looked at me was full of obvious hatred."
Even Meng Xinian couldn't remember when it happened. He was very young and his memories were unclear. He just knew that the person was Nian Che, and he only remembered the way he looked at him was full of hatred or something like that.
"He..." Old Meng sighed, feeling somewhat uneasy about bringing up matters concerning his mother, yet he felt compelled to speak. "Nian Che probably liked your mother, not in the way a brother likes his sister."
He was a bit at a loss on how to continue.
Meng Xinian interrupted him.
"Old man, you don't have to say it, I already know."
"You know?"
"Yes. Also, don't go to tonight's banquet, no matter when he asks you out, just decline."
