Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Upon hearing her words, He Ming froze. He had refrained from telling her to prevent her from overthinking, but now it seemed he had only made things worse.
âXiaomeng, itâs really not what you think. Yao Ning visited my mom because sheâs the attending doctor.â He Ming felt that he was so unlucky.
Ye Xiaomeng didnât wait for him to finish and went straight to the bedroom.
âXiaomeng, youâve misunderstood!â Trembling, He Ming walked up and held Ye Xiaomengâs hand.
Ye Xiaomeng shook off his hand, closed the door, and then locked it.
The moment the door was closed, Ye Xiaomeng burst into tears.
It was not that she was making a mountain out of a molehill, but todayâs incident was a trigger point.
It wasnât a big deal. After all, she didnât get hold of anything on the spot. Everyone had classmates, and giving a classmate a ride home was perfectly normal.
Ye Xiaomeng was indeed angry at He Mingâs attitude.
If you truly loved someone, you would be wary of interactions with the opposite sex and know how to avoid those who had ill intentions toward you.
It was so obvious when someone showed such concern for your mother and cared so much about you. Didnât you feel it at all?
You had even said that you were worried she would overthink. If you didnât have any ambiguous or inappropriate actions, would you need to worry that she would overthink?
Ye Xiaomeng seemed to have become more sensitive, perhaps because she was pregnant. She slowly leaned against the headboard.
With his attitude, could she have lifelong companionship with him until old age?
The woman just now was probably a regular visitor to his house. He knew it but did not mention anything about it.
If not for this lipstick today, she wouldnât have known that there were so many stories behind it.
What was the point if two people couldnât be honest with each other?
She really felt that it was unnecessary.
Perhaps some people would think that she was pretentious, but this was a matter of principle, a bottom line, a chasm that she could not cross in her heart.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she was.
She took out her travel bag and packed her things with a cold face.
He Ming was pacing around anxiously outside the door. He knocked on the door to get Xiaomeng to open the door, but Xiaomeng ignored him.
He Ming had no choice but to take out his keys to open the door.
When he entered the room, he saw Ye Xiaomeng packing her things. He rushed over anxiously and grabbed her arm. âMengmeng, donât go. I beg you, thereâs really nothing between us. Itâs her business that she went to visit my mother. I didnât know either. We just happened to bump into each other last time.â
âDonât look for me, look for your classmate.â Ye Xiaomeng didnât even look at him and tried to break free of his arm.
âMengmeng, thereâs really nothing between us.â He Ming wanted to cry but had no tears. âIt was purely because I saw her drink a little that night, and I was worried she wouldnât be safe alone. Therefore, I suggested sending her home. I came back immediately after I sent her home. What could I have done with her?â
âHmph, Mr. Romantic, I would never have guessed you were so thoughtful and tender,â Ye Xiaomeng sneered, tightly gripping the clothes in her hand, her knuckles aching.
He Ming was at a loss for words. He was always articulate and persuasive. However, this time, he found himself completely unable to explain things clearly before her.
âMengmeng, sheâs one of my classmates. If I had something with her, I would have done it long ago. If you donât believe me, you can confront her face to face.â He Ming was really at his witâs end.
âWho knows if the two of you were together before? With your ability, isnât it easy for you to have a woman outside?â There was no warmth in Ye Xiaomengâs eyes at all. âYou might as well try to bond with your classmate instead of stopping me here. Sheâs probably the best candidate for a wife in your motherâs mind.â