Chapter 139: I Forgive You

Long after, Yan Yichen sat in the driver's seat, with Meng Yier quietly leaning on his shoulder.

Meng Yier still couldn’t quite come to terms with the surprise; it was overwhelming for her. The warm boy from her memories was none other than the person she liked—it seemed incredible just to think about it.

Yet, it had truly happened to her.

“Yichen, is this real?”

Yan Yichen gently lifted her up, his dark eyes filled with emotion as he looked at her with joy tinged with a hint of uncertainty. He took her small hand and pressed it to his cheek.

The warmth and touch of his face were so real, it gave her peace. Meng Yier couldn’t help but break into a radiant smile.

“I clearly remember how you looked back then, and I remember what you said. You even said that when you grew up, you would marry me. Was I wrong?”

Yan Yichen’s melodious voice sounded even more enchanting with his joyful tone.

Meng Yier blushed and lowered her gaze.

She had indeed said those words!

There was no mistake—the man before her was truly the boy who had once given her warmth.

But those words had been nothing more than a childhood joke, yet he remembered them so vividly.

“I was just joking back then... don’t take it seriously.”

Yan Yichen reached out with slender fingers, lifting her delicate chin, compelling her to meet his eyes.

“I took it seriously, Yier. I’ve taken it seriously for sixteen years. If you try to back out now, I absolutely won’t allow it.”

His dark eyes shimmered with emotion, and his deep, seductive voice carried a tempting allure, causing a tremor in Meng Yier’s heart as she gradually surrendered.

His hand held hers tightly, and the sweat from his palm dampened her hands.

After a moment of reflection, Meng Yier asked, “When did you realize I was the little girl from back then? After all, so many years have passed, and we’ve both changed a lot...”

Yan Yichen ruffled the hair atop her head, pulling her into his embrace, a gentle smile playing at his lips.

“I could never forget your eyes in my entire life.”

He paused, then continued,

“Besides, I clearly remember that girl’s name. She told me she was Meng Yier. That name is etched in my mind—I’ve never forgotten it for a single day.”

His low, tender voice carried a trace of teasing.

Meng Yier pressed her flushed face tightly against his broad chest, clearly hearing the steady beat of his strong heart.

“I’m sorry... I didn’t remember your name back then. I only remembered calling that boy ‘Brother Cheng.’ I never thought until today that I had actually gotten it wrong...”

Meng Yier was overwhelmed with shame. For someone so important to her, she had mistaken his name.

Yan Yichen tousled her soft hair and smiled indulgently.

“I forgive you...”

Then, shifting his tone, he added, “However, for someone like me, this is the only time I’ll forgive such a mistake. If you make it again, I won’t be so lenient.”

Meng Yier laughed softly, her slender arms wrapping tightly around his waist.

“Yier, do you know? Over all these years, I’ve been searching for you. There were times when I nearly lost faith, even thought about giving up. But in the end, I couldn’t let go. Later on, I even doubted I’d ever see you again... until fate allowed me to meet you once more...”

Meng Yier rested against his chest, listening to his low confession, deeply moved. Her large eyes brimmed with tears.