Chapter 90: You Are the Only Woman I Have Ever Loved

Meng Yier’s patience was wearing thin as she spoke with irritation, “Yan Yichen, make it clear—I’m not anyone special to you. What right do you have to control me?”

“Who said you’re not special to me? You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved.”

Yan Yichen’s voice was low, laden with a seductive and persuasive quality. Though he spoke softly, his words pressed against her heart with an unmistakable force and dominance.

Yier’s heart skipped a beat. She stared wide-eyed at his smiling face. This man was far too blunt.

“But I haven’t accepted your confession,” she replied, frowning slightly, finding it exhausting to deal with the man before her.

Yan Yichen raised his eyebrows, his cool, pleasant voice carrying easily, “I know. But it won’t be long before you do.”

His confidence gave Meng Yier pause. She pondered for a moment, then forced a smile and patiently continued, “Then, as long as I haven’t accepted you, we’re just ordinary friends. You can’t interfere with my freedom to make friends.”

His warm, broad hand enveloped her slender, pale fingers, his palm pressed against her bare skin. Yier’s body quivered slightly, momentarily distracted.

In his dark eyes, a glimmer flickered, and the corners of his lips lifted in a subtle smile.

“Meng Yier, sooner or later, you will be my woman. Whether now or in the future, I won’t give any other man a chance.”

Her lashes trembled. His voice was gentle, almost tender, yet the possessive affection in his words made her heart tremble with a vague unease.

She truly… found herself unable to resist.

This was utterly unreasonable.

Frowning, Yier struggled to understand his logic. In the end, she could only gather her long hair with resignation and sigh softly, “Think whatever you want.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Yan Yichen asked, “Is he pursuing you?”

Meng Yier shot him a glance with her star-like eyes, then looked away in silence.

A shadow passed over his gaze, dark as polished onyx. He turned her toward him, forcing her to meet his eyes.

“Do you like him?”

She stared at him, stunned, unable to answer. The truth was, even she wasn’t sure how she felt.

“Why won’t you answer?” he pressed. As her silence stretched on, Yan Yichen’s expression grew colder, his eyes darkening, and even his usually calm voice took on a sharper chill.

His interrogative tone began to grate on her nerves. With a frown, a trace of pride and coldness appeared on her gentle face.

“Yes, I like him. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Her usually soft voice turned sharp as she broke free from his grasp. She snatched her bag from the coffee table and fled in a panic.

Yan Yichen stood frozen, taking a long moment to recover from his shock. Pain welled quietly in his heart. He pressed his lips together, a shadow of sorrow flickering in his dark eyes.

She said she liked Kesen.

But in the past two days, he had felt the difference in her attitude toward him—a difference that could only be described as affection.

How could she possibly like Kesen?

Meng Yier, desperate to escape, managed only a few steps before a powerful grip seized her arm, halting her in her tracks.

She could still feel the warmth of his hand on her skin, her heart pounding so furiously it seemed it might burst from her chest.

A sharp breath escaped her lips. The feeling was foreign and overwhelming—so unfamiliar it was almost terrifying.