Fifty-sixth Chapter: Strange and Wonderful Feelings

  Meng Jun panted as he climbed up to the fourth floor, suddenly turned around, and gazed at Mu Xingchen with a cold glint in his eyes: "Alright, Young Master Mu, you can leave now? Our humble abode is not even comparable to your luxurious mansion, it's not even worthy of being called a doghouse. You've had enough, haven't you? Please leave! Leave me some last shred of dignity, won't you?" As he spoke, he stiffly extended his hand in a gesture of invitation.

  Mu Xingchen was taken aback for a moment. Just now, he still thought this girl was obedient and well-behaved all the way up to the floor, how could she suddenly turn her face in just a short while? But when he met her injured eyes, he understood everything. It turned out that the inferior worm in her belly was acting again, she felt that she was born poor, she felt that she was not worthy of him at all. However, did he ever care about all this? What he urgently needed now was just to be able to guard her side, just wanted to help her solve all the difficulties, just hoped to see the radiant smile on her face.

  As he thought about it, he felt a sense of relief and even a hint of joy: the reason why this girl seemed to be avoiding him was simply because of their vastly different social status. With this realization, not only did he not feel angry, but his heart also rose with an extra layer of tenderness towards her. His lovely, delicate, and strong-willed little girl! She had such a young and fragile shoulder to bear so many heavy burdens in life!

  "Meng Jun, please don't always have this distant and unapproachable look. It's not my fault that I was born into a wealthy family, just as it's not your fault that you were born into an ordinary one. But surely this shouldn't be the reason to hinder our interactions? I also believe that you're not that kind of worldly girl. Meng Jun, if some of my words have hurt you, then I beg for your forgiveness. I truly only wanted to express my concern and care for you, please don't reject me."

  Meng Jun didn't say a word, she hadn't expected Mu Xingchen to say something so warm and touching. The two of them stood silently on the fourth floor staircase for a long time, the only light in the corridor was a dim small lamp that the residents of the building had chipped in to install. It was this faint light that shone on Mu Xingchen's face, which was carved like a ghostly axe, creating an extraordinary color tone, a warm and gentle hue that suddenly stirred up a soft spot in Meng Jun's heart, causing ripples to rise up, layer by layer, bringing with it wave after wave of warmth and safety, leaving her dazed.

  All these years, the hard life, stepmother's harsh treatment and heavy schoolwork made her feel a kind of inexplicable fatigue. Although there was also father's selfless and extensive love and Mingxuan's meticulous care, as well as younger siblings' playful innocence. However, all this could not offset the heaviness in her heart, nor alleviate her sense of loss. Especially since her father had the car accident, this feeling has been growing heavier day by day, already reaching the edge of collapse.

  Although she still put on a tough and optimistic face in front of outsiders and her siblings, only she knew how hard she was struggling to hold on. Sometimes, she felt like a balloon filled with air, desperately trying to soar high, yet constantly afraid of the danger of bursting. But at this moment, she had found a sense of security that she had never experienced before, allowing her to completely relax and let go. Mu Xingchen seemed to be her anchor. As she looked at him under the dim but strangely radiant light, she felt an overwhelming urge to throw herself into his arms. Her whole body was slowly leaning towards him.

  Mu Xingchen's heart had long been delighted, and he didn't expect that his words would thoroughly conquer this girl who seemed to be wrapped in a hard shell. He was happily opening his arms, waiting for her to throw herself into them, when a timid little girl's voice completely shattered his beautiful dream.

  "Sister, are you back? Why haven't you come up yet?" This was indeed Meng Yun's voice, she was wearing a simple nightgown standing on the stairs of the fourth floor, looking at Meng Jun and Mu Xingchen with a hint of surprise and fear.

  "Oh, yeah, sister is back!" Mengyun's words completely brought Mengjun back to reality. Everything she felt earlier seemed like a dream, a very beautiful but extremely short-lived dream. Such scenes had flashed countless times in Mengjun's mind afterwards, but they could only serve as a reminder to herself. How was it possible? Mu Xingchen, the young master of the wealthy family, would really fall in love with her, a poor and humble girl? The story of Cinderella and the prince was just a beautiful and desirable fairy tale. Fairy tales were just fairy tales, and reality was still reality. This principle, she was very clear about, even though she was not yet eighteen years old.

  "How can you come out with so little on? Where's Meng Fan? Hurry back to your room with sister!" Meng Jun gently grasped her sister's slightly chilly hand and quickly pulled her towards the room. She wanted to lock that scoundrel outside as soon as possible, and even more didn't want Chen Lan Zhi to know about her connection with this rich young master, or else, given her temper, trouble would inevitably arise.