Chapter  6

As soon as Yan Mojiu spoke, Meng Mingxuan woke up.
She realized that she wasn’t dreaming, but that she had truly—returned to Yan Mojiu’s side.
“Brother Jiu, I’m so happy.” Meng Mingxuan smiled, her eyes never leaving the man who had reappeared in her life.

Yan Mojiu let out a soft laugh.
He was also happy.
His little girl had temporarily returned to his side.
Although he didn’t know what she intended, his little rose, whom he had raised with his own hands, couldn’t possibly have any bad intentions.
At most… she might be trying to gain some benefit for Yin Ting from him.

“Eh? The movie ended?” Meng Mingxuan got up from Yan Mojiu’s arms and looked at the large screen, which had long stopped playing, surprised.
How long had she been asleep?
She instinctively glanced at the grand clock in the living room and was shocked to find it was already 3:35 AM.

“Brother Jiu, do you have to work tomorrow?” Meng Mingxuan, belatedly understanding, asked in a thoughtful manner.
She had been clinging to him out of unease, wanting him to stay with her, but he had to work.
How could he work during the day if he didn’t sleep the whole night?
She remembered that he had a mild stomach issue at this time.
Nie Ziyang had even mocked her for it, saying it was because of her.
But back then, she didn’t understand why Yan Mojiu would get a stomach ailment just from a relationship.
It wasn’t until later that she learned… Yin Ting had approached her, pursued her, and been with her, all to get back at Yan Mojiu.
But she still hadn’t figured out what deep hatred existed between Yin Ting and Yan Mojiu before a car accident took her life.
The car accident… it really hurt.
Remembering that bone-deep pain, Meng Mingxuan couldn’t help but shiver.

“Cold?” Yan Mojiu noticed her shiver.
“It’s fine,” Meng Mingxuan naturally couldn’t say that she was thinking about her death in her past life.
She didn’t dare say it.
Even though he was the one who raised her, she still couldn’t say it.
He would think she was talking nonsense.

Yan Mojiu ignored her stubbornness and grabbed the suit jacket he had left aside, draping it over Meng Mingxuan’s shoulders.
He gently wrapped her in the large jacket, looking at her small form, and with a faint smile on his lips, said, “Mingxuan was so good today, Brother Jiu can take a day off tomorrow.”

“Good today…”
Meng Mingxuan felt a bit guilty hearing those five words.
After all, the cut on her wrist was a constant reminder of the foolish things she had done today.
And she couldn’t escape from this.

So, Meng Mingxuan hesitated for a moment before softly saying, “Brother…”
Yan Mojiu’s eyes instantly turned cold.
“Brother Jiu, Brother Jiu!” Meng Mingxuan immediately corrected herself. He never liked it when she called him “Brother.”
But his double standard was that—he would refer to himself as “Brother,” but wouldn’t let her call him that.
No one would believe it if she told them.
At one point, she had even thought he might have some mental issues.

“Mm.” Yan Mojiu’s expression softened.
Meng Mingxuan steadied herself and said, “Brother Jiu, tonight I actually… I’m really sad.”
Yan Mojiu’s long fingers, resting on the edge of her coat, suddenly clenched tightly.
It was because of Yin Ting again.
Heh.

“When Yin Ting… when he proposed to me, I was really happy,” Meng Mingxuan said cautiously, watching Yan Mojiu’s cold and slightly hostile face, swallowing nervously before continuing, “But a couple of days ago, I accidentally found out… that he pursued me, treated me well, and fell in love with me, all because of you…”

Yan Mojiu’s entire aura suddenly became violent!
He had known that Yin Ting was problematic, but after investigating Yin Ting’s background, he found nothing.
He hadn’t expected that Mingxuan would learn first that Yin Ting’s intentions were all aimed at him.
No wonder she had been acting so strange tonight…
She had clearly harmed herself to threaten him, agreeing to marry Yin Ting, but after he had agreed, she had changed her mind and said she wouldn’t marry Yin Ting anymore.
It turned out, she had discovered the truth about Yin Ting.
She must have been heartbroken.
Because her first love, one she had truly given her heart to, had turned out to be a scheme.

“Don’t cry.” Yan Mojiu looked at Meng Mingxuan’s red eyes and raised his hand to pull her into his arms.
He couldn’t bear to see her cry for another man.
He wanted to kill.

“Brother Jiu…” Meng Mingxuan choked. “I’m sorry. You raised me. I should have trusted you the most… but I was blind, and for a scheming outsider, I fought with you and hurt your heart… I’m sorry. I know I was wrong. Please don’t be angry with me. Don’t leave me…”
In her past life, Meng Mingxuan had never been able to apologize to Yan Mojiu directly. This time, she finally said it.

As she regained her sense of security, the heavy burden of guilt was also lifted by more than half.
For the first time, Yan Mojiu felt heartache for Meng Mingxuan’s tears—his heart seemed to be twisted by a sharp blade, that kind of pain.
She wasn’t crying to achieve any goal.
She was genuinely guilty and afraid of being abandoned by him, afraid that he would ignore her, that he would not want her anymore.
He even had the illusion that he had truly abandoned her before, which was why she was so scared, so heartbroken.
But he knew clearly that this wasn’t possible.
Even tonight, when she had used self-harm as a way to force him to agree to her marriage with Yin Ting, in his rage, he had already come up with a countermeasure.
He would never truly abandon her.
But right now, the key was to calm down his little girl.

“Brother forgives Mingxuan now.”
“Mingxuan won’t cry anymore, okay?”
Yan Mojiu kept gently patting Meng Mingxuan’s back with his palm, patiently coaxing her in a low voice.
But the more he tried to comfort her, the more uncontrollable Meng Mingxuan’s tears became, like a flood that had broken free from a dam.
She hadn’t been treated this patiently and gently in a long time.
And the person doing this was the brother she had thought of until her death in her past life.
Before long, Yan Mojiu’s shirt was completely soaked.

“If you keep crying like this, Mingxuan, even I’ll start crying. But I haven’t cried yet, so how about you teach me?” Yan Mojiu teased helplessly.
Since he couldn’t calm her down, the only choice was to make her laugh.

Pffft!
Meng Mingxuan was indeed amused.
She never imagined that Yan Mojiu’s cold and stern face would look like when he cried.
Hearing her laugh, Yan Mojiu breathed a sigh of relief.
“Now that you’re laughing, no more crying, okay?”
He gently pulled her out of his arms, using his thumb to slowly wipe away the tears on her face.

Meng Mingxuan stared at Yan Mojiu, and suddenly, she wanted to slap herself!
With such a good brother, why would she want any other man?!

“Mingxuan!”
Yan Mojiu grabbed the hand that was about to slap her own face, and sternly shouted.
He had thought she was going to slap him.
But what happened???
If he hadn’t reacted quickly, her slap would have turned her face red.

Meng Mingxuan snapped back to reality with a jolt.
Oh no, she really almost acted impulsively and tried to slap herself?
She felt a little embarrassed. “Uh, if I said I was testing your reflexes, would you believe me?”

Yan Mojiu: “…”

Meng Mingxuan locked eyes with him for a moment before lowering her head.
Okay, only a fool would believe that.

Yan Mojiu looked at the little girl with her head lowered and gritted his teeth slightly. “I believe you.”
Huh???
Meng Mingxuan suddenly lifted her head again, looking at Yan Mojiu’s dark eyes.
Did Brother just say… he believes me?
Wait, why would he believe such an obvious lie?
No fool would believe that, right?

Yan Mojiu wiped away the last tear from the corner of her eye and smiled gently, “Anything Mingxuan says, Brother believes.”
Meng Mingxuan almost wanted to cry again.
A brother who dotes on his sister mindlessly—how many girls in the world dream of having such a brother?
She hadn’t cherished this in her past life…
She was so stupid!
No, no, she couldn’t just enjoy Brother Jiu’s pampering.
This time, she was going to pamper Brother Jiu.
She would become a crazy brother-pampering fanatic!

With this thought, Meng Mingxuan stood up and reached out to pull Yan Mojiu up. “Brother Jiu, it’s already very late. Let me take you back to your room to rest. I’ll run the bathwater for you.”
Yan Mojiu: “…”
She would run the bathwater for him?