Chapter 153

"So that's the case, haha …" Man Jun gave a low laugh, "Do you really take me to be a fool? I pretended I didn't know anything because I loved you, but do you really think I really don't know anything? "

"Man Jun, don't be like this." Meng Shaoting's face grew a little dark and cold, but he continued to hold it in and speak in a low voice.

Man Jun laughed mournfully: "Shao Ting, I am satisfied as long as I can marry you and stay by your side. I will not fight for the position in your heart, but even so, I still lost … Shao Ting, I won't force you, I love you so much that I have lost myself, but I still can't make you pay any attention to me, but, who told me to love you like this? So, as long as you say you're still willing to marry me, I'll wait for you. Shao Ting, I'll wait for you. This time, you can't go back on your words … "

Man Jun's words of letting go with endless grievances had evidently played a role. Men would never be able to resist a woman's weakness, especially a good woman like her who was in debt to them in the first place.

"Don't worry." In the end, Meng Shaoting still agreed to it. He gave his a few more instructions, said a few words of consolation, and then hung up.

When he finished his phone call, he did not return to his room and turned off his phone. It was already late into the night, and there was bound to be a big commotion tomorrow. Bo.

Meng Shaoting himself was not sure if this choice was right or wrong, or perhaps, what exactly was the reason for this choice?

If the only thing he wanted to do was to separate Meng Shaoxuan from Jingwen, then it was very obvious that he had already done it. If it were her people, then he would have already gotten what he wanted.

Thus, he was at a loss as to exactly why he chose not to get married and stayed behind to accompany her.

She clearly knew that she hated him to the bones, even though she didn't want to look at him any longer, and even though she knew how important that wedding had been to her, she still knew the consequences of running away from it.

But he just couldn't leave.

Perhaps humans are just this strange. The more the other party doesn't place you in their eyes, the more you want to recruit them. I admire her.

If the current Fu Jingzhi was crying in front of him, telling him how difficult it had been for her all those years ago, perhaps he would truly sympathize with her, pity her, and use a large sum of cheque money to compensate her.

What was even more unbearable to him was that this other person was actually the Third Brother that he had never placed in his eyes.

She looked sweetly at Shao Xuan. The kiss marks on her body that proclaimed her happiness were like sharp swords stabbing at his eyes.

Meng Shaoting's brows gradually tightened, and finally let out a long breath. He turned back and walked towards the sickroom …

When he pushed open the door, he saw that she was still sitting in the same posture as before, but her expression was a little dull. Separated by a few dozen meters, he just looked at her like that.

She would sometimes remember that fragrant night when she sat on the wall full of roses and stretched out her hand to him with a smile. Her eyes were so bright and her smile was so charming, but now, that young woman who was like a morning dew, seemed to be withering away.

However, her unsightly appearance at the moment had deeply entangled his heart.

Meng Shaoting suddenly thought back to a very, very long time ago, when he was young, he was watching < Lolita >. Until the very end, he only remembered one sentence: She can fade, wither, and do anything.

Yes, he only needed to look at her once, and an unspeakable tenderness surged up his throat.

Men are always willing to be strong, more willing to give a traumatized woman a generous tenderness, and so is he.

Meng Shaoting walked over to her side and carefully examined her face. There were a few finger marks on her face that were as white as agar. He reached out his hand and gently rubbed them across her cheek. He quietly sat there without dodging or reacting at all.

"I did not intend to attack you just now. If you feel angry in your heart, why don't you call me back …"

"Pah!" He hadn't even finished his sentence when Jing Zhi raised his hand without holding back and slapped him hard across the face.

Meng Shaoting was stunned by her sudden fierce slap. He was startled for a long time, and felt the rumbling sound in his ears subside, as though he had found an intuition. He stood up, and anger suddenly surged in his eyes.

Her slightly pursed lips let out a small dimple as she looked at him with a mocking smile. The expression on her face was a smile that was not a smile, but it was really moving. However, there was a dense coldness in her gem-like eyes.

In the lonely room, he was standing there alone, and lying there alone, the white light seemed to be somewhat dazzling. Meng Shaoting had subconsciously raised his hand just now, and slowly lowered it down as he heard the low sigh from the bottom of his heart.

"Rest, I'll guard you." He lowered his eyes and put the bed down again. Seeing that both her arms were outside the quilt, he took a step forward and placed her hands under the quilt. Then he pressed the position above her shoulders and turned away.

Meng Shaoting turned off the light on the bed and the two of them sank into darkness. Gradually, the faint glow of light seeped in from outside the window, which could vaguely make out the insides of the ward, the night was very quiet, and the moon was even quieter, like a layer of silver frost on the ground. The two of them did not speak, but the room became quieter and quieter, and after hearing his steady breathing, her heartbeat gradually increased, and he tensed up his nerves and quietly sat up.

His heart beat faster and faster, almost as if it was going to burst out of his chest. Finally, he heard a rustling sound coming from the far corner of the ward, followed by a low, mocking voice in the room: "Jingwen, where do you want to go?"

Cold sweat broke out on his back, but more importantly, it was the coldness brought by disappointment. After a long time, he laid back down on the bed. He then buried his face in the pillow and bit his lips.

"Smart man, you won't waste your time on useless work. Do you think you can get away with this?" He let out a long laugh, but that laugh was muffled, as if it struck Jingwen's heart, "Besides, it's all thanks to you that you left me now. Jingwen, you aren't such a stupid person, are you?"

She tightly closed her eyes, her two hands tightly gripped the front of her chest. That kind of pain was as if she was suffering from a terrible loss, and all of it reminded her that she couldn't just let this go, she absolutely couldn't.

How could she let go of her parents, her children, her happiness, and the humiliation that Shao Xuan had suffered?

If he really left with his life on the line, it would be such a great blessing for that family.

In the darkness of the night, she opened her eyes wide and raised her chin high to look at the ceiling. She would rather let the tears flow backwards than see the weak tears slide down her face.

Feeling her silence, Meng Shaoting's lips slightly hooked up, but the crease between her eyebrows only grew tighter. He laid down again, and on this night, even though he knew that she wouldn't be able to escape, and that even if he ran out of the ward, he would be sent back. However, he couldn't fall asleep.

It was unknown how he spent the long night. When dawn was about to break and there was light shining in the horizon, he vaguely heard her shallow breathing and his nerves slowly relaxed under the consistent frequency of her gentle beauty. His eyelids gradually grew heavy and he finally fell into a deep, sweet sleep …

At the moment when the sky was about to brighten, it was always abnormally dark. It was so dark that it was like a thick and damp fog, making one feel uncomfortable breathing.

From the alley far away came the sound of high heels knocking on the door, but it didn't seem steady. On the contrary, it sounded like they were staggering, and in closer line of sight, there were a few blurry figures.

The person walking in front of them seemed to be blind. He stretched out his arms to feel the void in the air, and occasionally, he would stagger a little, and his hands would quickly tap the ground to get up. His body was dirty, and his face, which was originally white as jade, was covered in dirt. Although it was shameful, one could still faintly tell that he was not an ordinary person.

For some reason, he walked into a deserted alley with a few people following behind him. They were sneaky and obviously weren't good people. Now that they saw no one around them, they looked at each other, put out the cigarettes in their hands and quickly chased after him …