Chapter Forty-Three Not Him

  Meng'er gazed out the window, where there was no longer any trace of the fireworks that had bloomed earlier. Yan'er, sleeping beside her, had already entered a deep sleep with even breathing. Meng'er thought back to tonight's events and couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh...

  The greedy words had long since floated away with their footsteps, and in the end, she could only see her brothers off to the gate.

  "Really won't stay overnight and go back tomorrow?" Meng'er looked at the four of them, feeling reluctant and uncomfortable in her heart. They had rushed to come, and would return tiredly, all just for her own small birthday!

  "Why don't we take the same bus back? You know tomorrow is Old Lady Si's moral education class! Mei'er patted her chest in fright. "Alright, stop looking so reluctant to part ways, you'll be back in two days anyway?"

  "Don't worry, brother will safely send your friend back to school!" Cang Hai Jun gave her a reassuring look and then took them out of her sight.

  Meng'er brought a small sense of melancholy back to the hotel and entered the elevator. Ding, arrived at the sixth floor, just as she stepped out of the door, she was pulled by a force into the dark exit of the safety passage.

  Her back heavily collided with the wall, and she involuntarily let out a soft cry: "Ow!" Then, a thick palm separated her back from the wall. The door slammed shut with a bang. The light also turned on at the same time as Meng Ya raised her head due to the noise.

  A face shrouded in dark clouds, a pair of icy swords shot towards her eyes, the palm grasping her arm tightened, and a wave of pain came.

  Yan's gaze was fixed on her furrowed brow, but she still looked at him with a stubborn expression. The force in his hand didn't decrease by a single bit, and the distance between their two bodies was completely eliminated by his palm. He wanted her to feel pain, he wanted her body to be surrounded by his own, his breath enveloping her, making it impossible for her to ignore his presence.

  "What are you doing?" Meng Er shouted sternly. "Please, Mr. Yan, learn to respect your subordinates and respect women!"

  "Hah!" He let out a soft exclamation, as if he had just heard an extremely funny joke. He released his right hand from her arm and lifted it to gently brush aside the few strands of hair that were blocking her face. "Respect? Have you learned what that is, Big Sister Canghai?"

  The sound slowly escaped from those thin lips, carrying the scent of wine and brushing against her cheek, making her feel a slight tickle. Meng'er was taken aback by his counter-question, she, who had never disrespected anyone before?

  "I ask myself if my upbringing is worthy of heaven and earth!" She unconsciously spoke with a slightly heavy tone, but in her heart, there was an inexplicable spark that was bursting to get out.

  "It's good to be confident, but I'm afraid that after a long time, the Miss Chang Hai will forget, and when she remembers one day, don't cry!"

  Another thought-provoking sentence, Meng'er gazed at that familiar face and told herself, he's not him, not the Wang from Sheng Yue.

  However, she still asked a question: "I know you're not him, but I still want to ask him through you: Have you ever felt any sympathy for the true heart I mistakenly gave? I should hate you, but facing this similar face, I just can't bring myself to hate you!"

  Yan Yi heard the sorrowful words and momentarily loosened his grip. Meng Er saw this and pushed open his chest, pulling the door to run out. Just as she touched the doorknob, she was pulled back and trapped in his hands. Meng Er lifted her foot to kick him in a vital spot, but just halfway through, he used his foot to pin hers down.

  Meng'er was indignant at the disparity in strength. If a person's gaze could kill someone, Yan Yi would have been torn into eighteen pieces and subjected to lingchi by now!

  "Don't think about escaping, from the moment I met you again in the music room, you were doomed to not be able to escape!" Seeing Meng Er's fiery eyes, he instead loosened his encirclement around her.

  "Meet again?"

  "Hmm, meet again!" He followed Meng's words, repeating them as if reminding Meng of something.

  "Do we know each other?" Meng Er searched through her modern memories, but there was no trace of this person. Yan raised an eyebrow, not responding, and also didn't intend to let Meng Er leave. "Uh, excuse me, I should..."

  The three words "I'm back" covered her lips, and she swallowed them back into her mouth. His tyrannical invasion made her brain go blank, and the only thing that came to mind was a jumbled mess of words: "What's going on? What's happening? Why is this happening to me?"

  "Close your eyes and focus!" Meng'er took a deep breath during the brief moment of leisure, then looked at the man who was up to no good, with a playful expression on her face. "Didn't your brother teach you how to kiss? Don't you even know how to breathe when kissing?"

  Meng'er's face flushed with shame and she was about to retort when her lips were blocked again. This time, it was gentler than before, the tongue soft and flexible, full of possessiveness, making Meng'er gradually lose her defensive ability.

  He relaxed the strength on his waist, and to prevent himself from falling down, Meng wrapped her hands around his neck, with both hands entwined together.

  Time seemed to stand still, stirring up an inexplicable sense of unease and restlessness in Meng's heart, the breathing sound by her ear growing heavier.

  It wasn't until much later that Meng'er felt his departure and opened her eyes to see his fingers pressed against her swollen lips, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

  Meng'er immediately withdrew her hands and stepped back from his no longer restrained hands. The chill of the wall came from behind, making her instantly recall what she had just done, and she was so ashamed that she wanted to hit the wall.

  Yan Yi looked at the small woman who was backing away until she reached the wall. If that wall could be broken through, he thought she would do it without hesitation.

  The quiet space, the light had long since faded away, Yan Yi could only see her through the crack in the door, shrinking into a ball. Her lips, kissed to a rosy hue, were plump and inviting, while her pale skin with a hint of red on her cheeks stared at him with big, round eyes. Her delicate and smooth skin made him want to reach out his hand to touch it gently.

  She suddenly opened his hand with a slap. Yan took a step forward, just about to speak, when he heard a noise from the other side of the door. His stern voice shouted: "Feng! Come out!"

  "Hey boss, sorry to disturb you! Xian'er this girl got drunk and has been looking for Meng'er all along!" Yuwen Feng pushed open the door and said with a apologetic and embarrassed expression, looking at the two people inside.

  Meng'er only saw Yan'er being carried by Yuwen Feng, drunk and disheveled, but still muttering in his mouth: "Where's Meng'er? I want to find our family's Meng'er!"

  Then she quickly pushed Yuwen Feng out and had him take Yan'er back to the room. It wasn't until the door closed that she let out a deep breath.

  Then cleaned up and became like this now, lying in bed, still can't fall asleep for a long time...

  "Rebirth of the Film Emperor" is a novel written by author "Xiao Xie", latest chapter.

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