99 Let’s Wait and See (1/2)
Zhan Beiye had no choice. At a disadvantage right from the start, Zhan Beiye had to struggle more in order to receive the most basic treatment from others. A moment of weakness would lead him, and his mother, to be trampled on.
Meng Fuyao sighed, studying Yan Lanzhu, whose eyelids were slowly dropping. 'What a naive child, but with so much love to give.' Meng Fuyao felt they were a good match.
The more she thought the stranger it seemed. Ya Lanzhu wasn't weak. 'How did she suddenly fall asleep just like that?'
Immediately after she smelled a faint fragrance, fresh and tempting. She turned sideways and saw a pair of profoundly smiling eyes.
Zhangsun Wuji stood amid the hazy room light, smiling ever so charmingly while smirking and gesturing for her to keep quiet. ”Shhh…”
Meng Fuyao couldn't help but laugh. 'What is he up to?' He had already deactivated her acupuncture points.
He then removed his shoes and moved onto the bed. Shocked, Meng Fuyao questioned in a quiet voice, ”She's still here. Aren't you ashamed?”
”I know you'll feel the shame on my behalf, so why not carry her out first?” He smiled, hands behind his head. ”I do not wish to hug any girl that is not you.”
Meng Fuyao laughed helplessly before carrying the child outside, where was only space for one to rest. 'What to do?' Meng Fuyao frowned. Should she go back in? Should she steal his bed? Not go back to sleep? Just let him occupy her bed like that?
As she was still thinking, Meng Fuyao suddenly felt an arm around her waist.
His chin rested on her shoulder, and his breaths were peaceful. His voice reminded her of Spring's night drizzle and breeze, his every syllabus floating into her reddening ears.
”Fuyao…”
”Fuyao…”
”Yeah…”
”Fuyao…”
Smiling, Meng Fuyao turned to ask, ”Can't believe you're into these childish games too.”
Her eyes shone brightly like the splendor of stars despite the lack of light in the room. ”You've never seen the real me, Fuyao. Ever since I met you, I stopped being myself.”
Warm air brushed past her ears, tickling her. Meng Fuyao tried to dodge it, but he held her even tighter. She twisted her body slightly and responded, ”So you're not only a brilliant strategist and politician but also a sweet talker.”
”Not before I met you,” he whispered. ”But a certain someone is enjoying a rich love blossom luck and attracting all kinds of men. I will be forgotten if I don't learn something new.”
”You sound like an angry housewife.” Meng Fuyao pushed him, feeling the heat on her skin at the same time. She retreated with a beet red face to the window, which wasn't shut tight. A ray of starlight seeped in, highlighting the subtle curl on Zhangsun Wuji's lips. His face was slightly flushed, and his eyes appeared even more distant than the stars.
Meng Fuyao looked at him, ripples surging within her heart. A pained look flashed across his face briefly.
Meng Fuyao sighed. ”You're troubled,”
Holding her hand in his, he led them to the bed. Meng Fuyao handed him a pillow, but he reached for the one beside her. ”This is yours, isn't it?”
”How cheap,” she chided before stretching herself comfortably on the bed. Shoulder touching shoulder, they gazed at the moon outside and the fresh cherry blossoms beneath, some yellow, some red. The clustered flowers cast their shadows onto the window paper, creating beautiful lines and shapes.
”Alright. Do you have anything to say to me?” Meng Fuyao asked with half-shut eyes while listening to the rustling of leaves.
”You never believed that I was dead, did you, Fuyao?”
”Of course,” she blinked. ”I was very afraid and worried. When that stupid rat said you were gone, especially, I was this close to believing it. Deep down I knew that it wouldn't make any sense for a troublemaker like you to just die like that.”
”You never forget to add in an insult no matter what, huh?” Zhangsun Wuji pinched her nose. After some time he continued, ”I'm glad you believe me. Can you… really trust me?”
”Hmm?” she let out.
”Can you always trust me no matter what happens from now on? Please understand me and do not be swayed by false impressions.”
”You're talking about King De?” Meng Fuyao asked instead. ”I didn't mind it much. I believe that you have your own difficulties, and when the time is right, you'll tell me all about it.”