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Li Xiaoyao arrived at the foot of Zhang Meng's building, and hiding in the darkness twenty meters behind him was a figure—it was Zhu Xiaoyue.

The residential complex where Zhang Meng lived was very old, and one could tell at a glance that Zhang Meng's family was not well-off.

Li Xiaoyao looked up at the second floor, towards the window of the room where Zhang Meng lived.

"Meng Meng."

Li Xiaoyao's voice wasn't loud, but it converged into a straight line, piercing through the window and directly reaching Zhang Meng's ears.

Zhang Meng had just returned to bed and was preparing to sleep when she suddenly heard this extremely familiar voice.

"Is it Xiaoyao, brother Xiaoyao?" Zhang Meng sat up abruptly, her face filled with disbelief, but then she chuckled self-mockingly.

It was now eleven o'clock at night, and Li Xiaoyao was in Ling City; how could she possibly hear his voice? It must have been an auditory hallucination, certainly.

"Meng Meng."

Li Xiaoyao's voice came again, this time even clearer.

Zhang Meng got out of bed and walked toward the window because she heard that the voice was coming from outside the window.

Zhang Meng pushed open the window and looked down; indeed, she saw the familiar figure stretched long under the moonlight.

In Zhang Meng's beautiful eyes, disbelief was mounting, and she couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hand.

"Brother Xiaoyao!" Zhang Meng called out softly, and tears immediately started to flow.

Zhang Meng turned around and ran outside in small steps; soon after, she had left her apartment and gone downstairs.

Li Xiaoyao was waiting for her downstairs; before long, he saw Zhang Meng's lithe figure running out from the stairwell, and then she plunged into his arms, hugging him tightly.

Li Xiaoyao gently stroked her hair and held her tightly in his arms as well.

This woman must have been greatly wronged; otherwise, she would not be crying so sadly.

"Why didn't you tell me before coming back? And such a big matter as getting married, why didn't you tell me that either?" Li Xiaoyao said with a tone of reproach.

Zhang Meng sobbed softly a few times; she knew that Li Xiaoyao must have asked Zhuo Yi because she had only told Zhuo Yi about her impending marriage.

"I just wanted to leave quietly," Zhang Meng thought bitterly to herself; what use was there in telling you now?

Li Xiaoyao cradled her cheeks with both hands, speaking softly, "Meng Meng, that's really irresponsible of you—you sleep with me and then you just ignore everything."

Hearing Li Xiaoyao's words, Zhang Meng immediately thought of what had happened the night before, and her face blushed profoundly.

At that time, she hadn't thought anything through; she only wanted to give herself to Li Xiaoyao before leaving, believing only that would leave her with no regrets. Even last night, she hadn't bothered with protection because she simply did not care; she just wanted to indulge herself fully.

And now, with Li Xiaoyao bringing the matter up again, Zhang Meng no longer possessed the courage she had the night before and was as shy as a young fawn.

Zhu Xiaoyue, hiding in the shadows, saw the intimate embrace between Li Xiaoyao and the girl and, for some reason, felt a strange emotion stirring within her, simply put—it was unhappiness.

Zhu Xiaoyue pursed her lips privately, thinking, "I knew it; what's the point of running outside in the middle of the night? It turns out it's to have a tryst with a young girl."

"Alright, tell me what happened, what's going on?" Li Xiaoyao held her hand and asked softly.

Zhang Meng shook her head, still unwilling to speak, when suddenly the lights in Zhang Meng's room turned on.

"Meng Meng? Meng Meng? Where did you go?" A middle-aged man's voice sounded from inside the house.

Li Xiaoyao looked up, and with his intention enveloping the space, he immediately discerned the man's appearance.

The man was in his forties, but he looked older than his actual age, and there was a resemblance between him and Zhang Meng in the eyes and brows. If he was not mistaken, this man should be Zhang Meng's father.

Zhang Meng whispered, "That's my dad; I have to go back now."

But Li Xiaoyao reached out to grasp her slender waist, pulled her close to his body, and then headed upstairs.

Zhang Meng did not react at first, but soon became somewhat panicked and said, "Xiaoyao brother, what are you doing?"

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Li Xiaoyao smiled and said, "Going up to meet my future father-in-law."

Hearing the words "future father-in-law" coming out of Li Xiaoyao's mouth, Zhang Meng felt both shy and joyous, her face already flushing red.

When Zhang Meng made that decision last night, she never thought of asking Li Xiaoyao to take responsibility; she did it just to avoid regretting it later.

However, she had underestimated Li Xiaoyao's determination. Li Xiaoyao was neither an indiscriminately kind person nor an irresponsible man.

He had always known that Zhang Meng liked him, but he did not want to get involved with too many women, so he always treated her like a sister. Who could have thought that Zhang Meng would pull such a stunt before leaving?

Now that the two of them had shared the most intimate contact, Li Xiaoyao had no way of treating her as a sister anymore.

Similarly, he could never allow Zhang Meng to marry another man.

When Li Xiaoyao and Zhang Meng reached the second-floor doorway, Zhang's father was still somewhat anxiously searching the room.

"Dad," Zhang Meng called out.

Zhang's father immediately turned around, and when he saw a man standing next to his daughter, his brow furrowed.

Without waiting for Zhang Meng to introduce him, Li Xiaoyao took the initiative and said, "Hello, Uncle. I am Zhang Meng's boyfriend."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Zhang's father's frown deepened. He glanced at his daughter, then back at Li Xiaoyao, and finally sighed deeply and said, "Take Meng Meng and go."

"Dad, I'm not leaving." Zhang Meng's eyes reddened, and she walked over to cling to her father's arm. Then she turned her head towards Li Xiaoyao and said, "Xiaoyao brother, you should leave. Don't come to find me anymore."

Of course, Li Xiaoyao wouldn't just leave. He had already figured out that Zhang Meng was truly facing a problem.

Li Xiaoyao casually closed the door, walked over, took Zhang Meng's hand, and said, "You're my woman."

Such a simple sentence deeply moved Zhang Meng. Her eyes, already red, now brimmed with tears as they flowed down.

Li Xiaoyao asked, "Uncle Zhang, I want to know what happened exactly? Why does Meng Meng suddenly have to get married?"

Zhang's father sighed, took out a pack of Xuan Country Currency cigarettes from his pocket, smoked a few puffs, and then said, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't gambled, Meng Meng wouldn't have to marry."

Then, as Zhang's father recounted, Li Xiaoyao finally understood the entire story.

The trouble began because Zhang's father liked to gamble. Normally, he only wagered small amounts and didn't gamble big. However, during a recent visit to the casino, he found himself on a winning streak and got carried away.

At the peak of his luck, Zhang's father won about 170,000, but in the end, he lost it all and even borrowed 200,000 from the casino.

The casino demanded repayment, and when he couldn't pay, the casino manager approached him and told him that it was okay not to pay back—if Zhang Meng married him.

That was when Zhang's father realized that the gambling game was rigged against him from the start.

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