Seeing that she was silent, Yang Mufan moved his eyes slightly, looked at her sideways, and continued coldly: "Mu Wanqing, I need to make it clear: no matter what you do for me, I will never thank you, let alone
Thank you, you are still you, and I am still me. No matter how much you do, you can't wash away the sins on your body, and I will never be able to love you, let alone let you be the eldest mistress of the Yang family, do you understand?!"
After hearing this, Mu Wanqing raised her head and stared at him, clearly seeing the disgust, hatred, and murderous intent in his eyes for her, and she felt inexplicably aggrieved.
She stayed with him out of kindness and held an umbrella for him out of kindness. She didn't want his thanks, let alone his gratitude. She was just afraid that he would catch a cold and get sick, and she just cared about him.
How could this man be...such a jerk, such a bastard?!
Confusing black and white, making no distinction between right and wrong.
Mu Wanqing was slightly unhappy.
The unhappy consequence was that if she couldn't control herself, she pursed her lips and complained faintly: "Yang Mufan, can you be a little brighter and not be so dark inside?!"
He made it seem as if everyone in the world felt sorry for him, had bad intentions towards him, had ulterior motives, had other agendas, and were all bad people.
Is that necessary?!
No matter how dark it is, there must be a degree.
After hearing these words, Yang Mufan was so angry that his eyes were red, and he got angry: "You dislike me for not being sunny enough and being too dark?! Yes, I am indeed not sunny enough and I am indeed too dark, so what?! Again
Darkness, goodbye, no light, why don’t you like me to death?”
"..." Mu Wanqing was speechless upon hearing this.
I've always known that Yan Mufan was narcissistic, but I didn't know that he could be so narcissistic.
Not wanting to quarrel with him, Mu Wanqing was silent for a while, lowered her eyes, and whispered softly: "No matter what you think of me or think of me, I just care about you and have no other intentions. If you want to believe it, believe it.
If you don’t want to believe it, forget it.”
After hearing these words, Yang Mufan immediately smiled contemptuously: "Really?! Since you like to be a good person so much, if I don't fulfill you and don't give you this opportunity, it would seem that I am too pretentious and too inconsiderate.
.If you like holding an umbrella so much, then just hold it. I have no objection, just no objection at all."
After that, Yang Mufan bent down slightly, intending to place his mother's photo in front of the tombstone. However, as soon as he bent down, the cold rain hit him. He became angry on the spot, turned around, bared his teeth and roared at her: "You didn't mean to give it to me.
Are you holding an umbrella?! How do you hold it?! You’re specifically holding the rainwater on me, right?! You idiot, why don’t you bring me the umbrella?!”
"..." Mu Wanqing was really feeling aggrieved. Tears of grievance rolled in her eyes. She bit her lip and quickly held the black umbrella over.
…
Mu Wanqing had never seen Yang Mufan look so miserable and fragile before. He was painful, sad, desolate, desolate, and dead. He was completely different from the usually aloof, aloof and indifferent person.
He knelt on one knee in front of Zhuang Jin's grave and kept wiping the rainwater on the photo with a handkerchief. His careful, careful and gentle look seemed to be wiping the tears of the living Zhuang Jin.
Perhaps, Zhuang Jin, who was far away in heaven, was happy and excited at this moment, so she shed tears of happiness and satisfaction.
Mu Wanqing didn't understand the past between Zhuang Jin and Yang Mu Hao, and she didn't even know how deeply Zhuang Jin loved Yang Mu Hao. She couldn't return to him while she was alive. Even in death, she still wanted to go to Yang Mu Hao.
Hao's embrace.
If it were Mu Wanqing, she would not be able to stay by Yang Mufan's side during her lifetime. After death, she would be like Zhuang Jin.
However, she is not as greedy as Zhuang Jin. She must build a tomb, lie side by side with the man she loves, and prove her existence to the world.
Mu Wanqing really wants very little. She doesn't need a majestic tombstone. She just wants to turn into an inconspicuous weed or a piece of dust beside Yang Mufan's tomb, even if he is humble and cannot see his own existence.
But as long as she stayed with him, she would be content.
Yang Mufan's thin lips with cold lines were slightly raised at both ends. He was obviously smiling, but that look was more... heart-wrenching than crying.
