CHAPTER 653: CHAPTER 437: CALLING FOR HELP

"If back then I hadn’t done something wrong to you, would you really have married me?" Ye Meiru looked at Zhou Mikang with a persistent gaze, ignoring his reminders.

"I would have," Zhou Mikang did not lie, "but it wouldn’t be about love, only about responsibility."

"Initially, you insisted on being with me. Back then, you were very angry. Why do you say now that it has nothing to do with love?"

"Back then, did you even understand what love was?"

"Me?" Ye Meiru thought dreamily for a moment, shaking her head, "Probably not, otherwise, I wouldn’t have done such a thing."

"My answer is the same as yours, Ye Meiru. I don’t want to explain to you anymore what went wrong in the past, what’s happening now. I believe you already understand; it’s just that you can’t accept it.

All your life, it has only been you who did not want others; there was never a case of someone not wanting you. So, knowing that I got married, you could not stand it.

You didn’t truly love me, rather, you couldn’t accept that I got married before you, you couldn’t accept that I fell in love with another girl. To put it more bluntly, you are a girl with too strong a possessive desire.

Anything related to you, you might not want, but you can’t stand others picking it up. If they do, in your eyes, it would suddenly become a priceless treasure. If it were given back to you, you would discard it back into the trash. That is you, Ye Meiru, who was spoiled since childhood."

"Really?" Ye Meiru stared at him steadily, "Is that how you see me?"

"Yes."

"When did you realize I was like that?"

"Recently."

"Then that means, before, you did love me."

Zhou Mikang helplessly furrowed his brow, "I don’t want to argue over this issue with you. You can’t accept it, and no matter what I say, you will find reasons to circle back. Ye Meiru, stop worrying Grandpa Ye. Seeing his white hair, don’t you feel anything?"

"So, all this you’ve said, it’s just because of my grandpa?"

"Yes."

"It has nothing to do with me?"

"Yes."

"After all, we had good times, and I married Huang Xinlong for your sake. Seeing me come to this, don’t you feel a bit of pity?"

"No."

"You weren’t this cold-blooded before."

"Why didn’t you think of these cold-blooded words when you were against my wife?" Zhou Mikang stared at her, "Ye Meiru, if you weren’t Grandpa Ye’s granddaughter, do you think you could stand here talking to me now?

In front of so many people, you wanted my wife to lose face, you wanted the Zhou family to lose face. Have you ever deeply questioned yourself, what is it that you truly love?

If you hadn’t schemed against my wife, how could you have fallen into Huang Qiuai’s schemes? You brewed this bitter wine yourself, now drink it. Don’t always push the responsibility onto others."

"The Huang family treats me this way, and you’re still speaking for them?" Ye Meiru’s voice suddenly became sharp, "They seemingly targeted me, but actually, through this, they targeted the Ye family, thereby affecting the Zhou family.

If it weren’t for your wife, would any of this have happened? Zhou Mikang, the woman you brought home is a calamity star, and all this trouble was caused by her!"

"Slap!"

A heavy slap landed on Ye Meiru’s face. To this, she was not surprised but laughed crazily, "Hit me, keep hitting, continue hitting. Now that you can hit a woman, you’ve really learned something."

"You insulted my wife, and I must seek justice for her." Zhou Mikang sighed, "Ye Meiru, if you still don’t think you’re wrong at this point, I can only say, you’re beyond help." After saying that, he turned to leave, and Ye Meiru, desperate, ran a few steps to grab him. Anticipating this, Zhou Mikang swiftly dodged to the side, and she grabbed at nothing. While she was stunned, Zhou Mikang had already pulled open the door and walked out.

Their conversation had not been deliberately quietened, and the few people sitting in the hall had clearly heard everything. Seeing her come out, Qiang Yuxian stood up furiously, "You stop right there!"

Zhou Mikang frowned at her without saying a word.

"What right do you have to treat my daughter like that?"

"Yuxian, come back here!" Old Master Ye called out, waving at Zhou Mikang, "Don’t bother with her. Go do what you need to do."

"Grandpa Ye, I did my best. Goodbye." Zhou Mikang bowed slightly to Old Master Ye and then turned to leave. Qiang Yuxian, who had returned to the sofa, looked unwilling, "Dad, how can you just let him leave like that?"

"What else do you want?" Old Master Ye sighed deeply, "Yuxian, you’re a mother. If you really care about your daughter, stop making a scene without knowing the facts!"

"Dad!" Tears welled up in Qiang Yuxian’s eyes, "With the Huang Family making such a fuss, how can Meiru get married now? She’s not even thirty yet; she has a long life ahead of her. Is she supposed to stay alone forever?"

"You know she has a long road ahead, so don’t jump to conclusions. Her happiness depends on herself. If she doesn’t change her character, no matter who she marries, she won’t be happy," Old Master Ye sighed, "Yuxian, don’t you think the person who needs to reflect the most is you?"

"I..." Qiang Yuxian stuttered, unable to speak. She wanted to say it had nothing to do with her, but if she couldn’t even convince herself, how could she say it out loud?

Ye Meiru stood at the study door, her gaze resolute, "Grandpa, I want to go abroad."

"You can’t keep running abroad every time something happens, how can this work?" Old Master Ye sighed as he spoke, "Also, the situation now isn’t like before, under what pretext could I send you away?"

Ye Meiru bit her lip, "If I stay in the country, I can’t help but think about those unpleasant things, Grandpa, if you truly care for me, please find a way."

Old Master Ye heaved a deep sigh, "There’s no solution to think of right now, it’s a tense time. If you really want to go abroad, wait a little longer, Grandpa will try his best to help you accomplish it."

"Okay." Ye Meiru responded and turned back to her room.

"Dad, are you really going to arrange for her to go?" Qiang Yuxian tearfully looked at Old Master Ye, "If she leaves like this, I might find it hard to ever see her again in my life."

"What do you suggest?" Old Master Ye sighed helplessly, "You know her temper. When have we ever been able to change her mind once she’s decided on something?"

Qiang Yuxian sniffed, "If she never returns, won’t you miss her, Dad?"

"What do you think?" Old Master Ye frowned at Qiang Yuxian, "If you hadn’t always been so overprotective, hiding things for her, it wouldn’t have come to this."

While they were talking, Rao Ying arrived and greeted everyone before heading to Ye Meiru’s room.

"Meiru..." Rao Ying’s voice was noticeably shaky.

"What’s wrong?" Ye Meiru looked puzzled. "Why are you here now? Didn’t we say I would come to your house tomorrow?"

"Meiru, you must save me." Rao Ying grabbed Ye Meiru’s arm, a look of urgency on her face, "I... I caused a big trouble, Zhou Mikang might kill me. Meiru, only you can save me, please."

"Why would Zhou Mikang want to kill you?" Ye Meiru said and suddenly slapped her forehead, "He just left our house; did you just have some conflict with him?"

"No, I..." Rao Ying hesitated, then decided to tell the truth, "My sister was released yesterday. She still had some belongings in apartment 401. She didn’t want to retrieve them, so I decided to do it for her. When I was about to reach the door, a car drove by me. I turned and saw Lin Chuxia’s face. In that moment, I felt my blood rush to my head and there was a bicycle passing by. I impulsively pushed him, and there was a steep slope right there. Coincidentally, that bicycle had no brakes and then..."

Ye Meiru, excited, interrupted her, "So you hit Lin Chuxia and killed her?"

"No..." Rao Ying grimaced, "It didn’t hit her, but the cyclist’s head was injured. I thought it would just pass,

but today, two suspicious people from my work might have been sent by Zhou Mikang, who seems to have found out about me. Meiru, you must save me. I don’t want to die so unjustly. My parents still need my care." (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please vote for it at Qidian (qidian.com) with recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)