Chapter 119
I Became A Hit After My Divorce!
119 Am I Brainless Too?
Yan Zimeng looked at the phone that had automatically hung up because of the overtime. Her expression was very ugly. After thinking for a while, she could only get out of the car and ring the doorbell.
Uncle Bai walked out.
âUncle Bai.â
âMiss Yan.â Uncle Bai smiled brightly. âWhatâs the matter?â
âWhereâs Ah Jue? I want to see him.â
âSir Jue, he...â
âI know heâs here.â Yan Zimeng stopped Uncle Bai from rejecting her. âTell him that I wonât leave until he sees me.â
Uncle Bai sighed and turned to enter the house.
When Nangong Jue heard Uncle Baiâs words, he was silent for a moment before getting up and walking out.
âAh Jue.â Yan Zimengâs eyes lit up.
âIf you have something to say, say it.â Nangong Jue looked at Yan Zimeng through the metal door. If he didnât want to continue being misunderstood, he had to keep a distance from her. Now, they were separated by a door. It should be far enough, right?
âAh Jue, you... arenât going to let me in?â Yan Zimeng looked incredulous.
âLetâs talk here.â Nangong Jue was a little impatient. He hadnât finished reading his novel. âIâm busy.â
âAh Jue, why are you doing this to me? You clearly liked me before, you...â
âWhen did I say that I like you?â Nangong Jue frowned even more. âYou helped me once in the past. I remember it. So, when I was capable, I tried my best to protect you. Did I give you the wrong impression?â
âYou...â Yan Zimeng couldnât help but tremble.
âIâm already married. I donât want a divorce at all.â Nangong Jue rubbed his eyebrows. âSo, letâs keep a distance in the future. But if you have any difficulties, Iâll still help you. Alright, thatâs all.â With that, he turned around and left.
âAh Jue!â Yan Zimeng pounced over and grabbed the carved iron door. âYou canât treat me like this...â
âWhat did I do to you?â Nangong Jue looked back at her with a puzzled expression. âBack then, when you were overseas, you gave me candy when I was bullied. I still remember it. Therefore, after I came back, I tried my best to help you whenever I could. I was the one who invested in the talent show that you debuted in...â
âI know. But I like you. I donât want you to repay my kindness. I want you to like me. Why donât you marry me?â
âMarry you?â Nangong Jue turned around and looked at Yan Zimeng seriously. âI did think about it, but you left.â
Yan Zimeng frowned. âWhat... do you mean?â
âBack then, it was the same for me to marry anyone. Instead of being manipulated by them, it was better to find someone I could control. At that time, I thought about you, but you left with Robles.â The corners of Nangong Jueâs mouth curled up slightly. âThen, I married Han Binglan, who had chased after me for many years.â
Yan Zimengâs body swayed. How could this be?
âIâve never been loved since I was young, so I didnât know love either. I donât know how to love, nor do I know how to get along with women.â Nangong Jueâs pupils constricted slightly. âSo, I married her, but I didnât love her. I even hated her. It wasnât until later... when she didnât love me anymore that I realized that she actually had a place in my heart. So, I regret it now.â At this point, he suddenly paused. Damn, this behavior was really comparable to the brainless domineering president in novels. Could it be that he was actually also brainless, but he never realized it?