Chapter 26: Head-to-Head Confrontation (2)

Meng Yier had to admit that ever since she’d heard that singing voice, she’d been infatuated with the man behind it before even meeting him. Or rather, she was captivated by that voice itself. Whenever she heard him sing, a thrill she’d never known would flutter through her heart. Yet, she never imagined that the sensual, enchanting voice belonged to the arrogant, impolite man standing before her now.

In the past, every time this man appeared, his arrogance and rudeness always made Meng Yier feel uncomfortable. Deep down, she refused to believe this reality. Meng Yier, get a grip, you mustn’t be fooled by his looks and his voice. She secretly warned herself.

Yan Yichen, wincing from the pain, raised his right hand to wipe his alluring lips, a trace of blood staining his well-defined fingers. This girl was getting bolder by the day.

“Damn it, you actually dared to bite me—” Yan Yichen’s eyes darkened, narrowing dangerously as he cursed, his large hand gripping her delicate chin once more, threatening to kiss her again.

Seeing the man before her, who looked as though he wanted to devour her, Meng Yier was so frightened she pleaded for mercy. “Ah, I won’t do it again, I promise—just let me go.”

Yan Yichen looked at her pitiful, frightened expression and smiled in satisfaction. “I’ll let you go, but first answer me one question. Tell me, how exactly did you get in here? What are you trying to do?” the man demanded coldly.

What was she trying to do?

At this moment, Meng Yier bitterly regretted her foolish impulse to meddle. “Ahem—let me go first,” she feigned a cough, pretending to feel unwell.

Yan Yichen regarded her with an impassive face. He knew she was pretending, but his grip involuntarily loosened a little.

Meng Yier pushed his hand away, turned around, and took a deep breath. After a moment, she spun back, her almond eyes wide with indignation as she glared at the cold, arrogant man before her.

“You—you scoundrel!” she cried, furious and wanting to curse him, but at a loss for words. She really wasn’t good at hurling insults.

The man looked at her askance and spoke icily, “If you won’t talk, that’s fine. But you showed up in my home without permission—surely that counts as trespassing. If I call the police, what do you think they’ll do?”

Meng Yier’s heart skipped a beat. Seeing his indifferent expression, she began to panic, “You’re going to call the police?”

With a perfectly straight face, he replied, “If I don’t call the police, how would I know your intentions in sneaking into my home? Assault? Theft? Or perhaps arson and murder? If I don’t report this, wouldn’t my personal safety be at risk?”

Flustered, Meng Yier retorted, “I didn’t—you’re making false accusations!”

He laughed. “Whether you did or not, let the police decide.”

Assault! Theft! Murder and arson!

This man really dared to accuse her of anything! But from his attitude, Meng Yier was certain that if she didn’t compromise, he wouldn’t let her off so easily. She knew she was innocent, but if the police really got involved, her current situation would be hard to explain, and she might end up on the losing side.

Better to avoid trouble if she could.

“You—you can’t call the police—” Meng Yier suddenly found herself unable to explain. Now, even she felt her actions had been rather foolish.

She had only acted out of kindness, thinking he was in trouble, and risked her safety just to help him. She never expected things to turn out this way—it was truly a case of lifting a stone only to drop it on her own foot.

Meng Yier considered for a moment, then said, “You know perfectly well I’m not a bad person. If I were, why would I bother waking you up instead of doing anything else?”

“What your intentions are, I can’t say. You should tell the police,” Yan Yichen replied, picking up his phone as if to make the call.

Meng Yier anxiously grabbed his arm, beseeching him, “Sir, I truly am not a bad person. I live right across the hall from you. I just saw you floating in the water from my rooftop, and you hadn’t moved for a long time. I called out to you but got no response. I thought you—”

The man suddenly leaned closer, his gaze fixed on hers, his cold expression softening considerably. He tugged lightly at the corner of his lips, took two steps forward, and spoke again.

“You thought what happened to me?”

“I thought something had happened to you,” Meng Yier replied, retreating two steps as she spoke.