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Previously, I took Fu Yan to Chanel once.
Just because the sales associate mistakenly thought he was the one paying, she asked whether it was by card or WeChat, he suddenly turned hostile.
He looked at me coldly and said, "Always playing this game, aren't you tired of it?"
He turned and walked away. I didn't even buy a bag before chasing after him, coaxing for a long time before Fu Yan finally managed a smile for me.
Naturally, in the original text, this incident ultimately became my fault.
"You casually picked a bag that could cover more than half a month's medical expenses for his mother; it’s like a slap in the face. Have you considered how much this hurts Fu Yan's pride as a man?"
Now, Meng Jinzhi followed me inside, his expression remaining unchanged.
The sales associate brought out the new season's styles. I casually picked two bags and was about to go to the checkout when Meng Jinzhi had already taken out his card first.
I was taken aback. "It's very expensive."
He smiled gently with his eyes downcast and said, "Miss, you don't need to worry. I've saved quite a bit over the years."
I couldn't argue with him and watched helplessly as he paid, then picked up the bags and softly asked me, "Is there anything else you want to buy, Miss?"
"If my mom knew I went shopping and used your money, she would definitely scold me."
He curled the corners of his lips and his eyes slightly narrowed. "I won't let Madam know."
As we spoke, we had already exited the mall.
I hadn't decided where to go next when I suddenly spotted a familiar figure in the distance.
It’s Fu Yan.
Because I spoke too harshly when I left that day, he hasn’t contacted me in the past few days.
I was actually quite relieved.
But now, during what should have been a busy time at the studio, he walked into a nearby restaurant with a young man.
I pressed my lips together and followed Meng Jinzhi.
We found a spot in the corner and waited for a long time before finally seeing them come out of a private room.
I took out my phone and, hidden behind some greenery, snapped a photo of Fu Yan and the man beside him.
"Who is this person? Have you seen him before?"
Meng Jinzhi looked at the photo, his expression gradually turning sharp: "It's Lu Zhou."
Just as I thought.
I backed up the photo twice, put my phone away, and saw through the glass as Fu Yan helped Lu Zhou into a car before hailing another one back to school.
Today, he was impeccably dressed in a suit, looking completely different from the way he had been stopped at the door by the attendant two weeks ago.
I smiled slightly and asked Meng Jinzhi, "Do you think my judgment is really poor?"
"It’s not your fault, Miss. It’s human nature; when greed arises and ill intentions take hold, it becomes hard to guard against."
He reached over to help me cut the steak on my plate and softly reassured me.
"Let's eat first. I will report this matter to the sir and madam, so you don't need to worry."
Meng Jinzhi grew up in the Meng Family and witnessed my parents' ruthless methods in the business world, so naturally, he didn't take Fu Yan seriously.
However, in that so-called original text, it was his and Lu Zhou's clumsy scheme that completely ruined the Meng Family, which had steadily developed for decades.
Steam rose from the plate, causing Meng Jinzhi's fingertips to turn slightly red, his long fingers as slender as bamboo.
I inexplicably reached out to hold his hand. He instinctively tried to pull back but I gripped him tighter.
"Miss..."
His usually steady voice trembled unusually, like a soft feather lightly brushing across the heart.
I stared into his misty eyes and softly asked, "If I were to tell you something unbelievable, would you be willing to believe me?"
In the villa garden late at night, the moonlight wove through the trees.
Meng Jinzhi sat across from me, staring intently:
"So even if I die, it still won't stop you from suffering so much, Miss?"
I shook my head. "That is not your fault."
Upon reflection, it seemed that everything had gone off track from the moment Fu Yan entered my line of sight.
I fell from paradise into the mud while he ascended to the top at an astonishing speed.
All the absurdities were merely for the sake of a grand finale.
"But... I gave him money and did everything I could to help him on his entrepreneurial journey. Shouldn't he be grateful? Why does he feel humiliated? If he feels humiliated, he shouldn't have accepted it in the first place."
I looked at Meng Jinzhi across from me and suddenly remembered something.
"When we were kids, I had my parents bring you back to the Meng Family, treating you like a horse to ride. Whenever I made a mistake, I would shift the blame onto you and even forced you to help me with my homework. Did you hate me for that?"
"No."
He shook his head, leaning slightly forward and gazing at me seriously. "To be chosen by the young lady has always been my honor."
A pleasant scent of grass and wood wafted from him.
I vaguely recalled that this seemed to be the perfume I had given him before.
Honeysuckle and Artemisia.
At that time, I was completely focused on Fu Yan and only remembered it when passing by the counter. It seemed like Meng Jinzhi's birthday was approaching, so I casually picked a bottle.
"It's getting late; you should go upstairs and rest, young lady."
Meng Jinzhi spoke up, interrupting my thoughts. "If there's anything, I'll accompany you to resolve it tomorrow."
He escorted me upstairs and wished me goodnight at the bedroom door but did not leave immediately.
After a pause, he said, "No matter what happens, I won't let anything from your dreams come true."
A few days later, I drove myself to Fu Yan's studio.
The eight hundred thousand I initially gave him wasn't entirely used for his mother's illness. Later, part of the remaining amount was used to rent an office in the suburbs, where he established his studio.
When I walked in, I happened to see him and Su Yue huddled in front of a computer, studying something.
The distance was close, and the atmosphere was ambiguous.
Su Yue noticed me first, her expression changing: "Who let you in?"
That guilty reaction.
It was as if they were doing something shameful and I had caught them in the act.
I crossed my arms and looked at her expressionlessly: "I'm here to find my boyfriend. Do I need your permission? Get out."
Fu Yan looked at me, but spoke to Su Yue: "You should leave."
Su Yue shot me an angry glare before getting up and leaving.
Only the two of us were left in the room. Fu Yan put on that cold expression again, looking at me mockingly:
"What's this? Miss Meng has some free time today and remembers to summon her male pet?"
He still tried to use his old tactics to manipulate me.
He thought I would timidly approach him to apologize and do everything possible to win his favor.
I let out a cold laugh: "Since you know, why don't you hurry up and come over to say a few nice words to cheer me up so I won't hold your shameless behavior with your little childhood friend against you?"
He looked at me in shock.
I continued: "My dad specifically connected you with a project for your studio. Instead of being grateful, you're barking orders at me. What, do you want to eat soft rice while being tough?"
"Meng Xi!"
His voice was filled with an uncontrollable anger as he scolded me.
"Fu Yan! Understand that even your studio is funded by my money. If I want, a simple transfer proof and bank statement is enough for you to give me back my original shares. If you shout at me again, you'll pack your things and get out of here. Do you understand?"
Fu Yan stared at me intensely, the veins on his forehead bulging.
During this time, my attitude towards him was completely different from before.
He must have sensed the change and found it perplexing.
At first, I still felt a lingering bitterness in my heart.
But when I realized that his actions were closely tied to my family's downfall, all that turned into outrage.
I sacrificed my future and dignity, lost my family, all for someone like him.
In the end, I had nothing left, yet he and his people were still tirelessly brainwashing me, telling me it was all my fault.
I pulled a chair over and sat down, raising my chin to look at him: "Apologize, then come home with me to see my dad and thank him in person."
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