CHAPTER 428: CHAPTER 428: PRIDE

Meng Yanzhi’s eyes blazed intensely as he stared at her, his eyes seeming to contain raging fires, ready to reduce her to ashes at his command.

Tang Yue remained extremely calm, and she said, "Meng Yanzhi, you should feel lucky to have the Meng surname."

Meng Yanzhi gripped her hand, suddenly increasing his force as he leaned forward, closing the distance between them to just a fist’s width.

Tang Yue took a slight step back, her eyes darting around quickly as she said, "If you lay a hand on me, what do you think will happen when your father finds out?"

"He’s already disappointed in me, one more thing won’t make a difference," Meng Yanzhi said with a light laugh, observing the fear she was desperately trying to hide, it was like he had discovered a new continent, "Tang Yue, so you get scared too."

"There are many beautiful women, I don’t believe you haven’t seen prettier ones, so why must it be me?" Tang Yue felt utterly baffled, why was Meng Yanzhi so fixated on her?

Meng Yanzhi smirked, proudly saying, "Because, they are not as pure as you."

Tang Yue: "..."

"The way they look at me, always filled with various desires," Meng Yanzhi continued on his own, "Eager to get benefits from me, or thinking, aren’t you just lucky to be taken in by the Meng Family, otherwise, how could you have such good days?"

"My biological parents are just a side branch of a side branch of the Meng Family, normally, I would just be a local tyrant in a small town, why should I, in Jing City, suddenly become the respected and admired Mr. Meng?"

Meng Yanzhi seemed to sink into his memories, "Do you know? When I was a kid, if I hit someone, no one dared to say a word, although Grandpa would punish me, it was always with a heart of tofu despite a sharp tongue."

"When I was seven, I found out I wasn’t biologically related to the Meng Family, I asked Grandpa, I asked Dad..." There seemed to be a kind of despair in Meng Yanzhi’s eyes.

From childhood to adulthood, he thought his dad was on border duty and he didn’t know where mom was, but, dad still loved him.

But that year when he was seven, he realized he was just a stray dog Grandpa Meng had brought home, no, maybe a bit better than a stray dog’s status.

"Heh." Meng Yanzhi laughed self-deprecatingly, "Everyone envies me for becoming Old Master Meng’s grandson, but who knows, I’m just a stray dog Grandpa Meng brought home, no, maybe a bit better than a stray dog’s status, I can make Grandpa happy, I can make dad come home once a year."

Tang Yue’s expression was odd, "How could Grandpa Meng bring you back as a stray dog? You live in a luxurious villa in Jing City, you lead a high-class lifestyle, who dares to trouble you?" This is what Qin Anyu had said, from childhood to adulthood, Meng Yanzhi caused endless troubles, but truly, he was like a local tyrant, no one dared to provoke him.

"But others have the love of their parents, what about me? His 365 days a year, 360 of them are at the company’s research site," Meng Yanzhi’s voice held a trace of coldness, "As for mom, I really don’t know if she exists."

Tang Yue was silent. She had heard of Meng Jin’s story, he searched for his wife for twenty years consistently, but treated this adopted son...

"But, you are in the Meng Family, basking in its glory, those who look down on you, you should fiercely retaliate, prove them wrong with your strength," Tang Yue said, "Meng Yanzhi, if your strength is strong enough, even without relying on the Meng Family, you can still make a career of your own that the Meng Family would be proud of, wouldn’t those who call you lucky shut up then?"

"Tang Yue." Meng Yanzhi suddenly changed the topic, "When I saw you, I felt very fortunate, if you would follow me, I’m sure you would be very happy."

"What’s so good about surname Mo?" Meng Yanzhi raised his hand to touch her forehead, but Tang Yue dodged it, Meng Yanzhi was not bothered, he said, "I think what you said makes sense, I’m not dumb, in the future I will make a career and shut them up, you see, following me, isn’t it much more promising than following someone with surname Mo?"

Tang Yue: "..."

She originally just wanted Meng Yanzhi to be more positive and stop engaging in such despicable and shameless acts that destroy other people’s marriages, but how did she get drawn into this cycle again?

"Tang Yue, I really do like you a lot." Meng Yanzhi’s gaze fell upon Tang Yue’s face. Instead of feeling moved, Tang Yue felt a chill run down her spine. She swallowed and said, "Meng Yanzhi, ruining people’s marriages is unacceptable."

"It’s just an engagement with the Mo family," Meng Yanzhi said nonchalantly.

Tang Yue said seriously, "No, Si Yu and I love each other dearly."

"You are too young..."

"I am twenty this year, I am very clear about my own feelings."

"Tang Yue, did I appear in your life too late?" Meng Yanzhi paused with his hand in the air, wanting to touch the face he longed for day and night, yet he didn’t follow through.

"No, no matter whether you appeared early or late, in this lifetime, I will only love Si Yu." Tang Yue raised her hand; her wrist was bruised red from Meng Yanzhi’s grip. She said, "Forced love is never sweet, Meng Yanzhi. You should find someone who truly loves you wholeheartedly."

"No." Meng Yanzhi’s pupils contracted, he suddenly hugged Tang Yue tightly, saying, "There will never be someone who loves me wholeheartedly; I only want you."

Tang Yue struggled.

Suddenly, Meng Yanzhi rolled with Tang Yue to a grassy area beside them.

Confused, Tang Yue fell to the ground, and despite Meng Yanzhi’s attempt to cushion her, she still hurt herself.

"Meng..." Before Tang Yue could understand what was happening, Meng Yanzhi covered her mouth.

Tang Yue desperately struggled, and Meng Yanzhi whispered in her ear: "Someone’s coming."

Tang Yue’s eyes darted around, then she suspiciously looked at Meng Yanzhi.

Suddenly, Tang Yue also heard footsteps and some incomprehensible dialect.

"Don’t speak." Meng Yanzhi suddenly stood up; where they had just rolled to was covered by newly grown tall grass, and Tang Yue’s black and white sportswear was not very visible in it.

"Who are you?" Meng Yanzhi stepped out, his abdomen had just been hit and was bleeding profusely, but fortunately, it was hardly noticeable on his black clothes.

Meng Yanzhi looked at the large man in front of him; his build suggested he was not from Jing City, certainly not a student. The man had a scraggly beard and he had been shot.

The man didn’t answer at all and immediately started fighting Meng Yanzhi.

Tang Yue lay in the grass, her heart almost leaping out of her throat.