The old man slammed his cane to the ground: "You're a wicked debt! Which mother would do this to you! Lin Fan, you deal with this yourself! If you can't handle it, take her and get out!" He was so angry that he was panting, if Yang Mu Ye hadn't held him up, he might have fallen over.

  Liang Min looked at Xia Tianmeng with a deep hatred, then turned to Xia Linfan and said: "Linfan, you have to believe me! If it wasn't for this cheap woman deliberately provoking me, how would I say such things?"

  "Slap!" Xia Linfan, who had always been gentle in the Xia family, slapped Liang Min for the first time. "Shut up!" He then bowed to Old Man Xia apologetically, "Dad, I'll take her down first."

  Xia Lao watched as Xia Linfan dragged a still-reeling Liang Min away, sighing and shaking his head. He looked at Yang Mu Ye, who had yet to speak: "You two talk it out, I'm going back to my room." The younger generation has its own blessings; he thought that even if he intervened more, it wouldn't be of use. All he hoped for was that Mengmeng could see things clearly. He didn't blame Mengmeng's twisted love; what he blamed were those irresponsible parents of hers. If they had taken a bit of responsibility for Mengmeng, she wouldn't have such thoughts now.

  Yang Mu Ye casually closed the door, and the room that was noisy just a few minutes ago suddenly fell silent.

  Xia Tian Meng continued to flip through the design drawings in her hand, without lifting her head to look at him, only the slightly trembling fingertips revealed her tension.

  "Hmph." Yang Muyang snorted, bending down, his left hand propping up beside her right hand, his right hand pinching her chin to make her look at him, "You like your brother?"

  In the summer, Meng saw the expectation and ridicule in his eyes, and a pale smile appeared on her delicate face: "Look down on me? Think I'm disgusting?" As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes.

  Yang Mu Ye was somewhat stunned, loosening his grip on her right hand. He felt like he had gone mad, and what he felt was not anger at being deceived, but heartache for her.

  In the summer, Miao lowered her eyes, and her long, dense eyelashes trembled slightly, making her look pitiful: "From what I can remember, only Grandpa and Brother have been good to me at home. I don't understand why Father and Mother's eyes only see Brother. I thought it was because Brother was too excellent, so I studied hard to make myself a good child in other people's eyes, but I still couldn't get any warmth."

  Yang Mu Ye sat down on the chair placed at the bedside, looking at Xia Tian Meng's pale profile, and could almost imagine her small, soft self trying hard to learn etiquette and musical instruments but unable to gain anyone's liking, silently crying.

  Later, I realized that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get my father and mother to love me, so I could only hold on to the warmth I already had, which was Grandpa and Brother. So I especially cherished Brother's smile and Brother's tenderness. Because I heard people say that a bride and groom can be together forever, just like Father and Mother won't separate. As she spoke, a dreamy and sweet smile appeared, "So I've always wanted to be Brother's bride."

  "As I grew older, because of my cold demeanor, no one wanted to be friends with me. No one knew that I was the young mistress of the Xia family; they all thought I looked down on others just because of my appearance." Xia Tianmeng bit her lip, leaving a deep red mark on her pale pink lower lip. "Seeing others had people by their side, I thought I was lucky too - at least I could see my brother every day, and he wouldn't let me cry or be sad."

  Yang Mu Ye grasped her left hand which was chilled from the IV drip, and the warm dry sensation made Xia Tian Meng turn to look at him.

  "It wasn't until my freshman year that my parents got into a fight over something and sent me abroad. Her bright eyes were filled with helplessness and sorrow, "I didn't know anything and was suddenly told to go to France, I hadn't even had time to smile and make friends, hadn't tried hard to communicate with my classmates, hadn't gone out to have my own social circle, I was only 19 years old, and left my grandfather and brother to live a strange life in a completely unfamiliar place."

  She lowered her head again, and her voice trembled: "Grandfather and father and mother had a big fight, resolutely disagreeing to send me abroad." It seemed that she was still afraid when thinking about it, and she shrank her shoulders. "Mother scolded for the first time so fiercely, saying that with me in this family, there is no need for her. I don't understand why, why mother hated me so much, with a gaze that made me feel like I should die."

  Yang Mu Ye stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms, nudging her hair with his chin.

  In the summer, Mo Zha's left hand, which was holding a needle, seemed to feel no pain as it clenched his hem tightly. He trembled and said: "In the end, Mother still won out, even though Grandfather opposed it so strongly. Actually, I'm already used to Mother being like this to me, but what makes me sad is my brother - he didn't even utter a word of opposition. Grandfather smiled and told me to become a strong woman, saying that the Xia family has a share for me, but I don't care about these things at all. What I do care about is something that doesn't care about me."

  Yang Mu Ye saw the needle's tube start to bleed back, and hastily opened her tightly clenched left hand. His heart ached with helpless love for her, and he regretted not being by her side from the beginning.

  Yang Mu Ye didn't know if there was another person behind this door who felt as pained and regretful as he did.

  Summer Yu clenched his fists, he didn't expect to hear such inner words because of discovering that a file was not taken back halfway, but now he regretted being hypocritical to Mengmeng, he didn't know that at such a young age, Mengmeng had been relying on him for warmth, and even more didn't know that his cold eyes would hurt Mengmeng so much.

  If time could flow backwards, he would definitely bring the best things in the world to her, but it can't.

  What's more, their feelings for each other are not tolerated by the world. Now that Yang Mu Ye is here, he cannot ruin Meng Meng's life again because of his own selfishness!

  "I know you'll find it hard to accept my feelings, but I'm sorry, I shouldn't have deceived you before, and now I mustn't deceive you either. A-Ye, you should be with a good woman who loves you wholeheartedly, not someone like me." Xia Tianmeng gently pushed away his embrace, her bright beautiful eyes filled with sincerity.

  Yang Mu Ye interrupted her, no longer with his usual arrogance: "I've never thought you were disgusting, you don't have to say such things about yourself, let alone that emotions can be controlled?" Saying this, he also seemed to find it amusing and couldn't help but smile. "You just don't understand what love is yet, I'll accompany you, no matter when, I'll treat you well, so you can understand what love is, what dependence is." Although he said this, his heart still couldn't help but beat nervously.

  "But, brother."

  Yang Mu Ye lowered his head and lightly kissed her dry lips, smiling: "Your brother will definitely be able to tell the difference. If he keeps a distance from you, it means he regards you as a younger sister. Moreover, he now has Qin Yu Xuan as his girlfriend."

  In the summer, Meng nodded as if she understood and didn't understand at the same time, then shook her head. Yang Mu Ye's heart ached as he watched this, and he kissed her cheek several times, sighing in relief that there was still a chance for him to treat Meng well from now on.