Chapter 85 - Cant die yet. (1/2)

Leng Shao froze when he heard her. Shock gripped his whole being.

Memories flashed through his eyes. He opened his mouth and closed it again.

Words couldn' explain what he was feeling at the moment—a different mix of emotions spread across Leng Shao's face.

Happiness, relief, anger, sadness, self-blame all these emotions rushed through his veins. He was happy that Yan Mei has finally acknowledged him, but his heart clenched, imagining all the things she might have gone through.

”Feng Mei.” Leng Shao muttered, swallowing the lump of emotions in his throat.

”God…. it's really you! I—I…..oh my.” Leng Shao became a blabbering mess as he raked his fingers through his hair. A smile of relief made it''s way on his lips. He felt he finally could breathe, now that his search was over.

”You don't know. I had been searching for you for years now. Then I finally found, but you treated me so coldly; I couldn't sleep for days because I thought you were angry with me, so you were pretending not to know me.” Leng Shao complained.

Yan Mei stared at him with her eyes scrunched, but she said nothing.

”Where have you been? Are you alright? How did you become the young miss of the Yan family?” Leng Shao asked endless questions, but Yan Mei just stared at him.

Yan Mei has never seen Leng Shao this riled up before. He was always calm and always had his signature smile that would pop those dimples at the corners of his cheeks out on his face.

”It's nice to see you lose your cool for the first time.” Yan Mei chuckled as she crossed her arms across her chest.

Leng Shao nearly vomited blood when he heard her. He was going crazy looking for her for years, and the only thing she could say to him is this?

”You..”

Yan Mei pointed at the chair in front of her, ”I don't think you would want to stand all day. Take a seat.”

Leng Shao heaved a sigh and strode towards the chair. Once seated, Yan Mei asked him, ”How are you, Leng Shao?”

Leng Shao stared at the woman in front of him. She looked so familiar at the same time, different.

”Seeing that you're still alive, I'm good.”

Yan Mei smiled, ”I can't die yet. Some people still owe me.”

Leng Shao just stared at her for a couple of seconds, ”You have changed Feng Mei. I don't know if I should be happy that you can now protect yourself or be sad because I have lost my cute and shy friend I could tease all day.”

Yan Mei rolled her eyes, ”Feng Mei is dead, Leng Shao. She died the night her husband threw her on the streets with no proper explanation.”

Leng Shao's heart clenched, and he darted his gaze around the office.

”Sorry.” He muttered.

Yan Mei squinted her eyes, ”Sorry? What for?”

Leng Shao balled his hands into a fist.

”I'm sorry. I-it's all because of me. If I-”

Yan Mei chuckled mirthlessly.

”Don't blame yourself. Its-”

”No, you don't understand. He…” Taking a deep breath, he continued.

”He thinks you cheated on him with me.”

”Oh, that.” Yan Mei retorted perfunctorily.

”You know?” Leng Shao's heart skipped a beat. 'Does this mean she knows that he has been secretly in love with her for years?'

”Yes. I met him a few days ago and let's say we had a delightful conversation.”

Hurt flickered in Yan Mei's eyes.

”What did- he say?” he queried nervously.

Yan Mei shrugged.

”Nothing I haven't heard before. Let's stop talking about irrelevant people.”

Yan Mei said flatly. Leng Shao heard the indifference in Yan Mei's tone. 'Does this mean she really has no feelings for Wang Lu again?'