So, she left Dongguan.
Even when she later returned to Dongguan as Mengbao, it was for her master.
Not for Zhan Yiyang.
Du Yumeng hadn’t expected that, months later, Zhan Yiyang would start paying attention to her again.
Unlike before, this time he was secretive, watching her from the shadows, tracking her every move.
Did he think she wouldn’t notice?
She just wanted to know what he was up to.
Was he trying to pursue the Du Yumeng version of her again?
Didn’t they say the men of the Zhan family were devoted, that once they fell in love, it was for life?
Why didn’t this so-called devotion of the Zhan men apply to Zhan Yiyang?
Unable to win Fox, was he now trying to rekindle an old flame?
“I came here for you.”
Zhan Yiyang was telling the truth.
Even if he suspected she was Du Yumeng, he was still here for her.
He wanted to confirm whether she was both Du Yumeng and Mengbao.
Scrutinising Fox closely, she didn’t seem much like Du Yumeng, nor did she resemble Mengbao. Well, there was something—her and Mengbao’s small gestures were quite similar.
That’s why he had suspected Mengbao was her.
Later, he asked his second sister-in-law to invite Mengbao to Youyou Villa as a guest, hoping to probe subtly. His probing yielded no results.
Then Mengbao left Dongguan.
He didn’t dare inquire too much about Mengbao, fearing she wasn’t Fox. If his grandmother found out and misunderstood that he liked Mengbao, she’d push to pair them up. If Fox learned of it, he’d have no chance with her at all.
“It’s the New Year, and all my brothers are paired up. Those who haven’t succeeded in their pursuits still have time before Grandmother’s deadline, so they can go home for the holiday without her saying anything.”
“I’m jealous of my brothers who’ve won their beauties, and I don’t know how to face Grandmother. She meant well, but I’ve let down her kind arrangements.”
“So, I came to find you.”
“Fox, every time we meet, it’s not exactly pleasant, but you’ve still walked into my heart. I’ve fallen for you—genuine feelings.”
“Fox, can you tell me your name? Where your home is?”
Zhan Yiyang confessed his feelings directly to Fox.
Fox laughed, her face not even flushing, her gaze toward Zhan Yiyang devoid of any affection.
Zhan Yiyang recalled how Du Yumeng used to look at him. At first, her eyes held no affection. After a few months together, when she looked at him, there was a hint of fondness.
When he realised he couldn’t love Du Yumeng and kept thinking of the red-clad Fox, he panicked. Not wanting Du Yumeng to fall deeper, he left Hai City.
When Du Yumeng followed him to Dongguan and found him, he had no choice but to be honest about his feelings.
It wasn’t that Du Yumeng wasn’t good—it was that he wasn’t.
“There’s more than just you who likes me. Do I have to tell every one of them my name?”
“My real name, I’ll share—but only with the man I like. Why would I tell a man I don’t like?”
“Zhan Yiyang, you stole my things and now say you like me? Are you just trying to claim my belongings for yourself, saying they’re tokens of affection from me? I’ve seen your shameless side.”
She’d hit the nail on the head, yet Zhan Yiyang remained unflustered, his face not even reddening.
He laughed too. “As expected of the woman I, Zhan Yiyang, love. Smart—just as smart as me. We’re a perfect match.”
Fox: “…”
Shameless.
A few months ago, who was it that personally told her he didn’t love her, that despite months of effort, he couldn’t fall in love with her?
He’d apologised, urging her to let go of the flicker of affection she felt for him.
It was the first time she, Second Miss Du, had ever felt something for a man, and this was the result. It deeply wounded her pride.
Did he think she had no dignity?
