CHAPTER 1059: CHAPTER 11: MO YUYAN ARC 4 (PART 2)

She walked into the room, heading to the corner where the cash was placed, and managed to lift it with difficulty.

"This is your money, I can’t take it."

Mi Ai placed the cash on the table and pointed at the cash as she spoke to Mo Yuyan.

"It’s yours, I don’t want it."

Mo Yuyan’s deep, alluring voice sounded. Mi Ai shook her head, her eyes still somewhat tipsy.

"Your money, take it back."

Mi Ai smiled, then headed towards her own room as her phone rang, "Hello."

"Mi Ai."

On the other end, Lee Zhichun’s gentle voice came through.

Mi Ai sobered up a bit, "Lee Zhichun, what do you actually want?"

"Mi Ai, I know I was wrong. Can we forget the past and start over?"

"No, Lee Zhichun, stop bothering me."

Mi Ai hung up the phone; the tipsiness surged back, and she fell onto the bed, crying softly, having already forgotten that someone else was still outside.

"Why does it have to be this way? I’ve tried hard not to think about it."

Softened footsteps stopped in front of Mi Ai, Mo Yuyan’s tall and upright figure stood by the bed watching Mi Ai cry, his brow furrowed.

Mi Ai felt uncomfortable, got up from the bed, ready to go to the bathroom.

The moment she got up, she directly bumped into Mo Yuyan. She lost her balance and fell towards Mo Yuyan, who reached out and held Mi Ai.

Feeling the presence of an unfamiliar man, Mi Ai looked up, "It’s you, why haven’t you left yet?"

She thought he had left, which made her feel at ease lying at home.

"Why are you crying?"

His deep, slightly cold voice sounded.

Mi Ai shook her head, "I didn’t cry, I’m not crying."

Even if she cried, who would feel sorry for her, so she often wouldn’t cry.

A pair of hands lifted, long fingers touched Mi Ai’s cheeks, where tears clung to his fingers.

"You are crying."

Mi Ai looked at the tears on Mo Yuyan’s fingertip, her nose grew slightly sore, and tears couldn’t help but fall again.

"Sorry, I lost control."

Mi Ai extended her hand to forcefully wipe her cheeks, which turned very red from her vigorous rubbing.

Mo Yuyan stopped her actions.

"If you want to cry, just cry out."

As Mo Yuyan finished speaking, Mi Ai couldn’t hold back any longer and started to cry loudly.

He frowned slightly, stepped forward, and embraced Mi Ai in his arms, gently patting her back with his right hand.

Knowing it was a stranger holding her, Mi Ai disregarded it at that moment. Perhaps due to the alcohol, Mi Ai reached out to wrap her arms around Mo Yuyan’s waist and started crying loudly against him.

Mo Yuyan, who always had a serious cleanliness compulsion, allowed Mi Ai’s tears to soak his clothes.

"I didn’t stab Jian Shiman, why doesn’t he believe me."

"Why does he want to be with Jian Shiman, to deceive me."

"If he doesn’t love me, he could tell me."

"Do you think no one in this world loves me."

Mi Ai’s voice came with a drunken slur, Mo Yuyan’s right hand on Mi Ai’s back froze, "No, someone will love you."

Mi Ai stopped crying, looked up at the much taller Mo Yuyan, smiled bitterly, and shook her head, "No, no one loves me, I was abandoned by my parents, even they don’t like me, so no one likes me."

"There will be, there will be someone."

A firm voice sounded, Mi Ai kept looking at Mo Yuyan, "Then how about you love me."

She was drunk, speaking drunk words, she just wanted to hear someone say they love her and never actually thought Mo Yuyan would truly love her.

Mo Yuyan’s phoenix eyes deepened, locking his gaze on Mi Ai, her eyes glistening, her cheeks flushed were all captured in his eyes.

"Okay, I’ll love you."

With a deep, seductive voice he affirmed, Mi Ai smiled, her delicate lips slightly upturned, "I have someone who loves me too, thank you, even if you’re lying, I’m very happy."

She released Mo Yuyan, closed her eyes unsteadily, and lay back on the bed to sleep.

Mo Yuyan stood there, lowered his head after a while, kissed Mi Ai’s forehead, then stood up with his phoenix eyes tightly locked on Mi Ai’s delicate and beautiful face.

"I never lie."

The sexy, hoarse voice echoed in the room. When Mi Ai woke up, she was muddle-headed, her head still aching a bit.

"Ugh..."

Mi Ai held her head, leaning against the bedside, recalling last night’s events.

Last night, it seemed she brought a strange man back home, what she said she couldn’t quite remember.

She still had to go to work, Mi Ai dared not think much more, washed up, and stepped out of the room.

Her gaze landed on the black leather case on the table, stopping her in her tracks; she remembered giving the case to that man yesterday, he didn’t take it?