"Does the Second Miss want to harm you?" Huan Yan's almond-shaped eyes widened in shock upon hearing this.
Meng Wan didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly.
Huan Yan hesitated for a moment before raising her head and looking directly at Meng Wan: "If that's the case, then Miss should naturally strike first!"
Huan Yan understands Meng Wan without a doubt. Even if she doesn't know the whole story, as long as Meng Wan says that Meng Junyao wants to harm her, Huan Yan will believe it. This is because the two of them grew up together and have a bond that others would not understand.
Huan Yan replaced Meng Wan's tea with a fresh cup and placed the prepared snacks beside her before holding up her umbrella and going out to continue gathering information.
Meng Wan picked up the book again and started reading. She loved reading, and Huan Yan would always keep a few books by her bedside so she could read them at any time. She was also a very patient person and could often read a book for several hours.
She sat by the window, quietly reading her book in the drizzling rain. She didn't know how much time had passed when a gentle breeze suddenly brushed past her ear, causing the light blue curtains to sway slightly. It was imperceptible unless one looked closely, but because of her innate sensitivity, Meng Wan instinctively looked up.
A figure flashed past her, and before she knew it, the person had casually sat down opposite her.
His sharply defined eyebrows, high nose bridge, thin yet slightly upturned red lips, and unfathomable black eyes were clearly accompanied by a wicked smile, yet that wickedness did not detract from his beauty in the slightest—a beauty that even women would envy.
Meng Wan was clearly taken aback. "You... why are you here again?" she exclaimed softly, her tone suddenly filled with annoyance.
The man opposite him smiled, poured himself a cup of tea, took a small sip, and said with a smile in his eyes, "Good tea!"
Meng Wan prided herself on being calm and composed, but she would go crazy every time she saw this man.
What did he take her boudoir for, that he could come and go as he pleased?
--Happy Holidays, my dears! Whether you have a partner or not, be happy!--
Do me a favor (Part 1)
What did he take her boudoir for, that he could come and go as he pleased?
"What exactly do you want? Why do you keep appearing in front of me?"
"Because I like it, I want to see you three times a day."
like?
Meng Wan raised an eyebrow and looked at his smiling face: "Your joke isn't funny at all. You should save it for someone who wants to hear it. I don't need it."
"But I only want to tell you." The man curled his lips into a frivolous smile: "Do you think anyone can just listen whenever they want?"
...
Meng Wan had no interest in watching his nonchalant and frivolous demeanor, and besides, discussing whether she liked someone or not with a man was really not her style.
Too lazy to waste words with him, she stood up and opened the door: "Enough with the nonsense, get out of here before I call people to arrest you!"
He just stared at her without moving: "I can leave, but I'll go talk to your sister about it then?"
Meng Wan stiffened, and his smile deepened. Meeting her probing gaze as she slightly furrowed her brows, he became even more composed: "Why are you so resistant to me? I don't look like a bad person, do I? Otherwise, I would have told everyone what you did a long time ago."
"What?" Meng Wan was startled. She looked at him, who was raising his eyebrows lightly, clearly appearing absent-minded, but the sharp glint in his eyes was not to be underestimated. She was shocked: "What are you talking about? I don't understand. What did I do?"
She still doesn't know who this person is. Although she can't sense his hostility, revenge is her only mission now, and she can't afford to make any mistakes before that.
"Pretend to be confused." The man stood up and walked step by step to her.
He was extremely tall, and he had to bend down to look her in the eye. As he gazed at the misty tears in her clear black and white eyes, his smile grew even more unrestrained: "First you tried to matchmake Huangfu Qian with your sister, and then you went to Huangfu Qian to flatter and provoke him into rejecting your sister. Do I need to explain what happened?"
...
Meng Wan's face darkened.
This man is far too perceptive. Despite his seemingly carefree demeanor, nothing seems to escape his notice. She couldn't help but feel a little flustered: "You... what exactly do you want?" Meng Wan frowned, her face full of vigilance.
The man merely curled the corners of his lips and gently tapped her forehead: "I don't want to do anything, I just find it interesting and want to help you. What are you going to do next? Tell me."
"Help me?" Meng Wan narrowed her eyes, clearly not believing him.
They met by chance; she had merely stumbled into his sight that day, and the two were hardly acquainted. So why should he help her? After all, Meng Wan was dealing with two people: the prime minister's daughter and a prince. Was this man insane?
Thinking this, the wariness in his eyes deepened, but he still smiled as usual, "You can choose between me helping you or me telling everyone what you've done."
Meng Wan was stunned, increasingly unable to understand this person's thoughts. Why would he want to get involved in this mess?
but. . .
Rumors spread
Meng Wan was stunned, increasingly unable to understand this person's thoughts. Why would he want to get involved in this mess?
but. . .
On second thought, rather than letting him control and threaten her, she might as well drag him down with her. After all, he volunteered, and it would be a waste not to take advantage of it.
"In that case, could you help me spread a message?"
Meng Wan wanted him to spread the news that Meng Junyao was being disliked.
The man acted swiftly, and the news spread throughout the city that very day, causing quite a stir in the following days.
According to the maids in the mansion, there are several groups of beggars in the city who sing in the streets all day long: "Miss Meng Junyao, beautiful as a flower but with a tragic fate; she is devoted to the prince and pesters him every day, but is disliked and cannot be looked at."
The news of her secret meeting with the Third Prince at Dongbai Tower had also spread, echoing the ballad. In no time, the story spread to all the mansions, big and small, in the city, with exaggerated and sensationalized details!
This infuriated Meng Junyao. She was already embarrassed enough, and now it was being spread like this. She wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.
For several days in a row, she made a huge scene at Yingyue Pavilion. Her former gentle nature had vanished. She wished she could tear that guy who was talking nonsense outside to pieces!