Do not disappoint me.

"Then you speak."
Yan Yichen raised an eyebrow, a hint of faint, wicked charm flashing across his handsome face.
"Do you really want me to speak?"
Meng Yi'er said impatiently,
"Hurry up and say it!"
How come she never noticed before that this man could be so dilatory?
"Then I will speak." A smile lingered at the corners of Yan Yichen's lips.
"Speak..." Meng Yi'er's patience was pushed to the verge of collapse.
"I... love... you."
Meng Yi'er was slightly stunned, almost doubting what her ears had just heard, and then her cheeks flushed slightly.
"I asked you to explain to me, not to tell me that."
"Didn't you ask me to say what I wanted to say to you? This is what I want to say to you."
Yan Yichen furrowed his brow, answering as if it were only natural.
"..."
Meng Yi'er suppressed the urge to roll her eyes, took a deep breath, and held back her temper.

"Then I'll ask you, and you answer."
Yan Yichen nodded, "Alright."
"Why did you lie to me by saying Aunt Yun asked for leave, and force me to be your housekeeper?"
"I didn't lie to you. Aunt Yun is getting older and needs to rest. Besides, it was your own mistake, and you deserved to be punished. How can you say I forced you?"
Meng Yi'er raised an eyebrow; this man was truly calculating. It seemed he had planned everything step by step.
Angry, she stood up, pointed a finger at the bridge of Yan Yichen's nose, and said indignantly,
"Yan Yichen, stop trying to wriggle out of this. You clearly set me up."
Yan Yichen chuckled lightly, reached out and grabbed her small hand, enclosing it within his own palm, sighed softly, and placed it over his heart. His dark eyes were filled with absolute sincerity as he said gently,
"Xiao Yi, I've waited for you for so many years, yearned for you for so many years, and all I wanted was to make you remember me and fall in love with me as soon as possible. That was my goal, the result I wanted. As for the process, I don't think it matters that much."
Looking into his deep and devoted eyes, Meng Yi'er's anger dissipated by more than half. She blinked and said,
"Who says it doesn't matter? Every single minute and second we spend together is important. Do you really think it doesn't matter?"
Seeing her earnest and adorable appearance, Yan Yichen tightened his grip on her hand, the corners of his lips curling up into a pampering smile.
The little girl was quite earnest, but it was clear that she had begun to take their relationship seriously, which was still very heartening.
"It matters, of course it matters. It was my fault, and from now on I will definitely cherish every minute and second I spend with you, starting from this very moment..."
Meng Yi'er nodded and tried to pull her hand back, but Yan Yichen had no intention of letting her go. Seeing him gaze intently at her with a faint, shifting light in his dark eyes, her fair little face inevitably flushed a deep crimson.

She awkwardly looked away, avoiding his gaze, and used her other hand to pick up a cheese stick and shove it into his mouth.
"Eat..."
Yan Yichen smiled helplessly and released her hand.
"I'll drive you to work after breakfast."
"No."
Meng Yi'er instinctively rejected his proposal.
Of course she wanted him to pick her up and drop her off every day, but he was too famous, and far too many people knew him. She was afraid he would be recognized, and recalling the trouble from last time still made her shudder with lingering fear.
Yan Yichen raised his eyes, his brow furrowing slightly, and his gaze turned cold. Clearly, he was dissatisfied with her reaction—extremely dissatisfied.
Meng Yi'er took in every subtle shift in his expression, sighed helplessly, and prepared to compromise.
"Fine, then drive me."