Pampered By My Fake Boyfriend's Brother-Chapter 518: Farewell

The two sat side by side. The young girl was petite, and sitting down, she only reached his shoulder. As he looked down at her from above, he noticed her eyelashes were coated with a layer of water droplets, and her eyes gradually turning red.

Soon after, Meng Heming saw a few teardrops fall onto the girl’s pants, slowly soaking in and forming a dark black patch.

"Crying?" Meng Heming softened his voice.

An Yin forced herself to remain calm, turning her head away, not wanting the man to see her vulnerability. After wiping away a tear, she shook her head.

Her long hair scattered across her shoulders and back. As she shook her head, her black hair swayed in the air, forming a semicircular arc.

Pedestrians came and went endlessly on the sidewalk.

Vehicles were parked on the road, and sounds from outside couldn’t penetrate in. Even the passing pedestrians couldn’t see into the car. Still, such a luxurious Bentley parked on a crowded street inevitably drew many curious glances.

All these years, Meng Heming lived a solitary life. Other than Uncle Ma, who was somewhat close, the rest were just servants. Knowing he liked peace and quiet, the people in the Residence rarely disturbed him, so the whole An Residence always felt lifeless and dead.

The driver sat in front, and upon hearing a faint sobbing sound, couldn’t help but worry for the young girl, fearing that Mr. Meng would scold her. The girl seemed timid and fragile, not able to withstand criticism.

While the driver was on edge, Meng Heming’s feelings were equally complex.

He had never experienced this kind of sensation, like someone had punched him a few times, but he was powerless to retaliate, swallowing the resentment down into his stomach.

An Yin sobbed intermittently for tens of seconds, and when she was about to speak, her face was both shy and embarrassed.

"No more crying." Meng Heming’s dark eyes fell on her swollen eyelids.

"Mm." An Yin responded softly, "Sorry, I couldn’t hold back."

Having to compensate so much money at once, for An Yin, it was as if the sky had fallen.

Seeing she had stopped crying, Meng Heming felt somewhat relieved. To ease her sadness, he cheerfully said, "Haven’t eaten yet? Can I treat you to lunch?"

An Yin looked at him with her watery eyes, like a clear spring, pure and flawless, "Thank you for your kindness, I want to go back to school." At this moment, she really wasn’t in the mood to eat, especially since they were just chance acquaintances. How could she accept his invitation for a meal?

Seeing her depressed, Meng Heming felt uncomfortable as well. This feeling was so peculiar. He wasn’t someone who sympathized with others. He had grown accustomed to being cold-hearted over the years. He could only attribute these changes to: The girl’s eyes looked so much like hers!

So, every time he saw the girl, he would feel a sense of closeness.

"Since what’s done is done, there’s no need to dwell on it. You can earn the money back slowly in the future." Meng Heming tried to comfort her.

An Yin looked at him, hesitation in her eyes.

"What do you want to say?" From her flickering eyes, Meng Heming saw a hint of stubbornness.

"I’m leaving." An Yin spoke up.

Meng Heming saw the sorrow between her brows. He knew the words she originally wanted to say were surely not these.

He guessed right.

Under the man’s comfort, a surge of emotions suddenly welled up in An Yin. She wanted to confide the family’s current plight to him, but when she saw his noble and proud posture, she ultimately chose to distance herself.

The man seemed to live in a different world from hers, people who shouldn’t have intersected. With this negative thought, An Yin met his concerned gaze and murmured, "Goodbye!"

Having said that, she pushed open the car door.

After the young girl got out, the moment the car door closed, Meng Heming’s eyes instantly turned icy. The girl, before leaving, was despondent, indicating the recent events had a significant impact on her.

Through the car window, he watched the young girl lost and dejected blend into the crowd.

"Bring her back into the car." Meng Heming watched her absent-minded state, his dark eyes deep, the words he uttered carrying a hint of dominance.

"Okay, Mr. Meng."

The driver hurried out. Luckily, the driver had been watching through the rearview mirror as the girl got out. Upon hearing Mr. Meng’s command, he stepped quickly.

In less than a minute, he brought An Yin back into the car.

Re-entering the car, An Yin looked at him, puzzled, "Is there anything else?"

On Meng Heming’s cold face flowed an emotion that was hard to detect, "I’ll take you back to school."

"No need, I can take the bus back." An Yin politely declined.

"I happen to be going out to handle some affairs, and maybe I’ll pass by your school." When Meng Heming spoke, his expression was calm and composed, "Which university do you attend?"

"T University." An Yin spoke honestly.

"What a coincidence, I happen to pass by." Meng Heming replied unhurriedly.

An Yin, "..." She felt something was off but couldn’t pinpoint it.

The driver held the steering wheel with a content look, his lips curving into a faint smile at some point. As Mr. Meng’s driver, he was aware enough. Without waiting for Mr. Meng’s word, he started the car towards T University.

As the car started, the scenery outside the window flashed by. By the time An Yin noticed, the car had already driven several hundred meters.

An Yin turned her head to glance at the man beside her, just as she caught his gazing eyes. Heart in a fluster, she turned her head and even her sitting posture became constrained.

Meng Heming noticed her tension, and to ease the atmosphere between them, he casually said, "When you’re out, remember to be cautious. Don’t just believe what others say. If you’re really unsure, call the police."

Faced with his earnest advice, An Yin felt a moment of disorientation.

"Your tone is just like my mom’s." An Yin blurted out.

Once she said it, she realized the inappropriateness of her words. They were not related at all; how could she speak in such an intimate tone?

"Then you must obey your mother."

Looking at her innocent appearance, the girl must have grown up in a happy family. Her mother must love her dearly, which made her smile lightly when mentioning her mother, perhaps without even realizing it herself.

"If what’s said makes sense, I listen." An Yin said candidly.

She and Mrs. An had always respected each other, so they got along very well over the years, with even the smallest quarrels being rare. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"And if what’s said doesn’t?"

Listening to the stories between her and her mother, Meng Heming felt his blood rushing throughout his body.