Chapter 4

Meng Mingxuan had no idea that Yan Mojiu had already labeled her as a “liar” in his heart.
The silence from Yan Mojiu made her feel a little uneasy.

“Brother Jiu, you don’t believe me?”
Although she had been rebellious in her past life and made Brother Jiu furious enough to turn pale, she had never lied to him.
She could argue with Brother Jiu, but she would never deceive him.
Brother Jiu had always been like family to her.
It was just that in her previous life, she had been blinded by love,
betraying the people who loved her most, her closest family.
In this life, she would not make such a foolish mistake again.

Yan Mojiu’s palm was burning hot, where it rested on her soft waist.
But his little girl would never know how much self-control he had to use
to stop himself from squeezing her waist and lowering his head to kiss her…

Yan Mojiu cautiously placed his forehead against Meng Mingxuan’s, gently rubbing it, and said in a low voice, “I believe you.”

Meng Mingxuan was taken by surprise!
The man’s burning warmth made her instinctively lean back.
This action, as though she were trying to avoid him, made the man’s heart sink.

Sure enough…
She subconsciously resisted his closeness.

For Yin Ting, she was truly willing to sacrifice everything.
She had self-harmed, cut her wrists, and even lied and deceived him.

Yan Mojiu suppressed the stirrings of his heart and slowly released Meng Mingxuan.
“Change your shoes and sit on the sofa. I’ll get the medicine box.”

“Brother Jiu!”
Meng Mingxuan anxiously threw herself into Yan Mojiu’s arms, holding him tightly.

After being reborn, Meng Mingxuan had become extremely sensitive.
She felt as though Yan Mojiu had become colder.
Why?
Was it because of her subconscious attempt to avoid him when he rubbed her forehead?

Thinking about this, Meng Mingxuan immediately lifted her head and moved closer to the man.
“Brother Jiu, do it again.”

Yan Mojiu looked at the girl he loved, his seductive gaze meeting hers,
inviting him… to rub her again.
He thought to himself, if he could hold back, he truly was less than an animal.

“Ah…”
Meng Mingxuan only felt a sudden loss of weight in her body,
her red lips letting out a startled cry.
The next second, she was lifted by the man and placed on the cabinet by the door.

Her feet were hanging… no, they were spread apart.
Standing before her was Yan Mojiu, who was at least two heads taller than her.
His aura suddenly became powerful.

She stared blankly as he moved closer, instinctively fluttering her lashes,
then closed her eyes…
Although she didn’t really know why she was closing her eyes.

Yan Mojiu looked closely at his little girl,
his scorching breath intertwining with her faint fragrance.
Her long lashes trembled slightly, and a few strands of hair brushed against her soft cheek.
Her pale, delicate skin was streaked with tear stains, making her look pitiful.

She was a captivating and innocent little girl, unaware of the allure she held.

“Yin Ting, has he ever kissed Mingxuan?”
Yan Mojiu looked at her full, dewy red lips and couldn’t help but ask.

He knew his little girl was in love,
but…
he didn’t know how far they had gone.
He couldn’t be around them all the time to watch.

“No…”
Meng Mingxuan’s voice was soft and distant.

Suddenly realizing what Yan Mojiu had asked, she opened her eyes wide!
“Brother Jiu, you… you…”

Meng Mingxuan felt embarrassed and a little uncomfortable.
Yan Mojiu’s question made her recall the empty marriage she had with Yin Ting in her past life.
After they were married, Yin Ting didn’t touch her,
and his gaze toward her was cold and mocking.

She didn’t understand what she had done wrong,
why Yin Ting had seemed to turn into a completely different person.

Later…
Encouraged by her mother-in-law, she finally took the initiative.

But she had just barely lifted her toes when, before she could even find Yin Ting’s lips, he scoffed and splashed her with cold water:
“What? The dignified young lady of Lincheng, this thirsty?”

She cried as she ran back to her room.
Yin Ting didn’t chase after her to comfort her.

For the next half month, she didn’t see Yin Ting again.
And from that day onward, she never took the initiative to get close to him again.
She had her pride.

“Why are you crying?”
Yan Mojiu sighed softly, his forehead finally resting against Meng Mingxuan’s.
He held her gently, rubbing against her.
His deep, light brown eyes locked onto her tear-filled ones, gazing at her up close.

Yan Mojiu wasn’t afraid of Meng Mingxuan’s tears.
After all, from the day she moved into the Yan family,
she had gotten used to using tears to command him.
It worked every time.
Over time, Yan Mojiu had come to treat her tears as a way for her to act spoiled,
asking him to comfort her.

“Brother Jiu, don’t be angry with me, I really…”
Meng Mingxuan’s hands and heart hurt, the grievances she suffered in her past life weren’t suitable to vent in front of others.
But now, it was just her and Yan Mojiu.
He was the brother who had always been there for her.

“Don’t leave me…”
Meng Mingxuan couldn’t control herself and hugged Yan Mojiu tightly, burying her face in his neck, choking with sobs.

Yan Mojiu’s body stiffened slightly.
But the flame that had been kindled earlier was completely extinguished.
He lifted his hand, slowly holding the tearful girl in his arms.
His arms tightened around her.

“Brother will never leave you, Mingxuan.”
Yan Mojiu gently tilted his head and, while Meng Mingxuan wasn’t aware, placed a tender kiss in her hair.
She was his rib.
He could never, and would never, abandon her.
He truly didn’t know where her fear came from.

“You’re lying…”
Meng Mingxuan trembled, holding him even tighter.
In her previous life, he had indeed abandoned her.
She knew she was at fault, that she had caused trouble for him because of Yin Ting,
even resorting to self-harm to get his agreement to her marriage with Yin Ting.
But… but he really did just disappear…
Like he evaporated from the world.
She never saw him again before she died.
At the moment she passed away, she longed to see him again,
to apologize to him, to say to him—Brother, I was wrong.

“…”
Yan Mojiu could hear the immense resentment and grievance in the girl’s words, “You’re lying.”
He wouldn’t dare to claim he had never deceived her.
But, he truly would never abandon her.
Even if she fell in love with another man, he would want to kill that man,
but in the end, he would hold back.
She simply didn’t love him—was that such a big mistake?

“You’ve cried so much, what do you want me to promise you?”
Yan Mojiu had grown used to Meng Mingxuan making demands after crying all over him.

Meng Mingxuan slowly withdrew from his embrace, lightly biting her lip.
She wanted…
“I don’t want to sleep tonight.”
Meng Mingxuan cautiously looked into Yan Mojiu’s eyes,
but the deep, dark glint in them made her quickly avert her gaze.

Yan Mojiu’s aura turned cold.
Was the next part of her sentence going to be—”I want to see Yin Ting”?

“Go on,” he said, his voice chilling.

“Brother Jiu, will you watch a movie with me on the sofa?”
Meng Mingxuan didn’t dare to sleep.
She was afraid that when she woke up, she would realize that her rebirth was just a beautiful dream.
Maybe it was better not to sleep.
If it was a dream, she wanted to stay in it a little longer.