"Ah!"
Cheng Man instinctively screamed the moment she saw Mei Yeqin, scurrying behind Jiang Chenghua like a madman.
Subconsciously, Cheng Man was afraid of Mei Yeqin, utterly terrified, a fear deep down in her bones.
Jiang Chenghua froze, staring blankly at Mei Yeqin.
Many people have said that Mei Yeqin and Mei Yeyun look alike, their facial features strikingly similar, but their personalities are different: one is inherently cold, the other gentle and aloof.
Only today, Mei Yeqin was wearing a beige wool sweater, and her aura was remarkably similar to Mei Yeyun.
She also seemed to really like off-white, that incredibly pale color.
"Jiang Chenghua, I remember I told you not to let me know that anyone said anything bad about my sister, otherwise I won't let you go."
Mei Yeqin's brows hardened.
She glanced at the woman Cheng Man had pushed to the ground. She was wearing a halter dress, her delicate make up wiped away, and her cheeks were slightly red and swollen.
She looked a bit like her sister, but such a thought felt like an insult to Mei Yeyun. She glanced coldly at Jiang Chenghua.
The man her sister once loved was now paunchy, his face greasy.
Would her sister like a man like this?
He noticed Mei Yeqin's gaze.
Jiang Chenghua's slightly plump body stiffened. He hadn't expected to run into Mei Yeqin here, a sister so similar to Ah Yun. Every time he saw Mei Yeqin, Jiang Chenghua was mesmerized, and this time was no exception.
"Ah Qin... you."
Before he could finish his explanation, Mei Yeqin was deeply dissatisfied with the intimate address.
Mei Yeqin gave him a cold glance, and Jiang Chenghua swallowed his words.
"I'm here to discuss business."
Talking about business was simply ironic. Mei Yeqin looked at him coldly.
"Don't bring this kind of bastard home anymore. If you still want your son, don't you think Ah Sui has suffered enough?"
"If you don't want custody of him, give it to me. Don't force Ah Sui to do anything he doesn't want to do. As long as I'm around, he can do whatever he wants."
"Do you think Ah Sui values your family's three-wood and half-acre plot of land?"
She mentioned Jiang Sui.
Jiang Chenghua's face darkened. He knew the Mei family had always looked down on him.
But his son wouldn't listen to him. The frustration within Jiang Chenghua nearly filled him with rage, but in front of Mei Yeqin, feeling completely useless, he dared not vent even a bit.
"I'll take care of Sui. He's just a little naughty."
Jiang Chenghua, deluding himself, believed his son would still recognize him as his father. He held on like a bowstring, his business skills having already taught him how to adapt.
Seeing the woman on the ground, tugging at his trouser legs, her face, which had originally resembled Mei Yeyun, now looked awful.
Ah Yun would never, and could never, be so humble. He had been bewildered into agreeing to this deal.
Cheng Man, standing behind him, screamed even louder.
Amidst the chaos.
Mei Yeqin narrowed her eyes, pursed her lips, and said nothing as she turned and walked out.
She didn't want to see Jiang Chenghua, nor did she want to see anything about him.
Ever since she left.
A gentle cold breeze blew over Mei Yeqin, her mind both clear and confused.
Pei Dai stood just half a step away from Mei Yeqin, his steps matching her larger ones.
Mei Yeqin had lost her composure at that moment, and he knew the negativity emanating from her made Pei Dai want to embrace her frail figure.
Summoning his courage, Pei Dai slowly took a half step forward.
He didn't know what had happened, but he could roughly guess. The boy Jiang Sui's constant indifference, and the look Jiang Chenghua gave Mei Yeqin, made Pei Dai very uncomfortable.
The fingers of the person being held were icy cold.
"Qinqin, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Tell me, let it out."
Pei Dai's voice drifted like the wind, so slow and weightless, drifting into Mei Yeqin's ears.
She turned her head blankly to look at Pei Dai. He hadn't left yet. She saw themselves, hand in hand, standing in front of a roadside hotel.
"Pei Dai, I want to do it."
The words were blunt, and her expression was so indifferent that she couldn't have said them out loud, but Pei Dai could hear them clearly.
Under the neon lights, Pei Dai stretched out his arms and pulled her into a hug.
"Okay, let's go home, okay?"
The woman standing under the streetlight had a cold, indifferent expression.
Mei Yeqin was deeply dissatisfied with Pei Dai's refusal. She even struggled to break free from his embrace, trying to walk forward on her own, but Pei Dai grabbed her wrist.
He tugged at her hand, not blaming her for the misunderstanding. Instead, he pursed his lips and spoke a little sheepishly.
"Qinqin, it's dirty outside. Let's go back."
When Pei Dai saw Mei Yeqin's cold gaze, he was about to agree and walk inside.
Mei Yeqin took Pei Dai's hand and hailed a taxi on the side of the road.
It was already evening, so the short journey was quick.
Inside Mei Yeqin's small apartment, her impatience made Pei Dai blush and his heart race. It had been like this from the beginning, but beneath this blush and heartbeat, Pei Dai felt a hollow, aching pain.
This was obvious psychological trauma.
An overreaction.
What had happened to make Mei Yeqin like this? Pei Dai didn't dare to think.
Her body temperature was icy cold, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't warm it up. Her breathing was deep, as if she was suffocating.
A dying swan, a drowning expression, indifferent and devoid of any warmth.
He wanted to be gentler, but she told him to be harder.
There were no unnecessary movements.
Mei Yeqin held Pei Dai.
After an unknown amount of time, she felt unable to bear it any longer and simply told him not to stop.
This time, Mei Yeqin didn't smoke, having completely lost the energy.
Pei Dai lifted the blanket, went to the bathroom, fetched a warm towel, and gently wiped her.
Her fingertips were icy cold, and no amount of warming could warm them.
Pei Dai cared so lovingly for Mei Yeqin, as if they had never been apart.
He'd done these things before, too, naturally. Pei Dai had always considered himself indifferent to worldly concerns. When someone joked about becoming a monk, he figured that if he ever truly stopped wanting to do righteous things and change the world, becoming a monk would be a good option.
Until he met Mei Yeqin, everything seemed so natural and logical.
She didn't say, and he didn't ask.
He was like a vast ocean, warm and embracing, embracing everything about Mei Yeqin, gradually bringing her apathy back to her senses.