Yang Minjing also thought that this matter was related to He Mingrun, but there was no evidence.
But now, he was the most suspicious. During this period, she had only offended He Mingrun.
She felt very bad, extremely bad. If she hadn't been deeply in love with him years ago, how could she have done something like this?
If he liked her, their two families would be even more of a match made in heaven.
She had always been unwilling to accept it. Where was she inferior to Meng Yuan?
"Auntie still can't be reached?" If Wu Yuan could be contacted, this matter would be much easier to handle.
The incident at the He family had not been exposed. Outsiders did not know that Wu Yuan had gone abroad.
He Wenxun chasing Shen Bing to the small town, and the matter of the old lady being injured.
He Mingrun disliked his family becoming the talk of others the most.
Anyone who dared to report such a matter would be finished.
Gui Qingli shook her head and said, "She just disappeared. Her phone can't be reached, and she doesn't reply to WeChat messages. I sent someone to the He family to ask, and they said she wasn't home. I guess she has something going on, but I can't find her and don't know what happened."
She looked at her daughter and earnestly advised, "Jingjing, this is not the time to act on impulse. I know you like He Mingrun, but he has no feelings for you. It seems that the incident of drugging him last time angered him, which is why he is targeting our family."
"Wuwuwu..." Yang Minjing started to cry softly. The most pathetic thing for her was loving He Mingrun, while He Mingrun didn't even know who she was.
"Dong dong..."
He Mingrun and Meng Yuan were watching a movie in the room. For He Mingrun, the most enjoyable thing was this moment. Holding the woman in his arms, because he was injured, the woman in his arms allowed him to be unrestrained.
And he, childishly, found an excuse not to go to the company.
He had never fallen in love with any woman when he was young and frivolous. But by the age of twenty-eight, Meng Yuan appeared, who astonished him.
He, He Mingrun, would love Meng Yuan for a lifetime.
If anyone asked He Mingrun what he liked about Meng Yuan, what was special about her.
He Mingrun would tell them without hesitation that her existence was the most special thing to him.
Love is all the specialness!
He Mingrun was lost in a gentle bliss. Meng Yuan dodged his kiss, a little angry. This man was thinking about that thing day and night. Just as she was about to accept a task, he canceled it. Having just bought a house, she didn't have much money left and needed to earn money quickly.
But He Mingrun was unwilling, wanting her to stay at home with him.
She thought to herself, when He Mingrun recovered, she would have a good talk with him.
"He Mingrun, stop fooling around, someone is knocking on the door."
He Mingrun was already in a state of arousal and couldn't stop. How could he care about others? Meng Yuan moved slightly, and he slid in.
Meng Yuan's eyes widened as she looked at the man. The man, however, looked displeased. "Wife, don't get distracted."
Meng Yuan was almost driven to tears. Whenever he had time, this man would cruelly bully her.
Afterwards, he was extremely attentive, doing small things like fetching shoes and squeezing toothpaste, always following her around and serving her carefully.
After a hearty bout of exercise, it was already an hour later. Meng Yuan leaned lazily in He Mingrun's arms. She was exhausted and didn't want to move at all. Her entire body was dazed from the excitement. She closed her eyes, intending to sleep soundly.
He Mingrun watched Meng Yuan fall asleep before slowly kissing her forehead, quietly getting out of bed, and going to the bathroom.
The doorbell was still ringing. A deep fierceness flashed in his gentle eyes. He knew who was at the door.
He went to the bathroom, took a bath leisurely, dried his hair, changed his clothes, and then slowly went to open the door.
He lived in a single-unit apartment on each floor. His bedroom faced the window. Meng Yuan's voice had been a bit loud just now, enough for the person outside to hear.
When he opened the door, he saw Yang Minjing standing outside, her face pale. Seeing the cold and stern He Mingrun, she felt an unspeakable pain. DaFeng Novel Network
The joyous sounds between them just now had almost driven her to suicide out of shame and anger.
She had rung the doorbell many times, and He Mingrun couldn't possibly not have heard it. The only possibility was that He Mingrun had done it on purpose.
It was as if he was telling her that even under the influence of aphrodisiacs, he wouldn't touch her.
And his heart only had Meng Yuan.
"He Mingrun, it's you, isn't it?" Yang Minjing's voice trembled. Looking at the man who showed no tenderness towards her, her heart was bleeding.
He Mingrun glanced at her lightly. Some of his freshly washed hair fell onto his forehead, making him look a bit lazier and less fierce.
His crimson lips pursed slightly, and he nodded: "It's me. You shouldn't have messed with me. If you do, you have to bear the consequences. You shouldn't have spoken about Yuan Yuan either. She is the life of my He Mingrun!"
"Did you hear that just now? Those happy sounds. That's how I look when I love her, and she loves me too. It's better than anything in this world." He Mingrun was very possessive, even to a somewhat perverse extent.
He loved so much that he even guarded himself against women.
"He Mingrun, do you have to humiliate me like this?" Yang Minjing cried, looking at him, not even letting her in.
What kind of magic potion had that little slut Meng Yuan fed him?
He Mingrun nodded: "You insulted Yuan Yuan first, and then you plotted against me. What, you can't handle this much? We're all adults, and we have to pay for what we do."
Yang Minjing couldn't help but shout, "He Mingrun, that's because I love you!"
"Pfft..." He Mingrun couldn't help but laugh. He straightened up slightly and looked at Yang Minjing mockingly. "Love? You're not worthy!"
Yang Minjing felt hurt by his mocking gaze, her whole body trembling with anger.
She raised her head high, "He Mingrun, what am I unworthy of? I've known you since childhood and liked you. I've liked you for longer than Meng Yuan. Why am I not worthy?"
Listening to this questioning, He Mingrun's noble face remained expressionless.
"Yang Minjing, love is not about force. Love that is mutual is the happiest. And you, selfishly trying to destroy my relationship with Yuan Yuan to get me, is that love?"
His low, pleasant voice made Yang Minjing's crying stop instantly.
But tears still flowed down silently.
She glared at him through gritted teeth, "He Mingrun, you are truly shameless to the extreme. I hate you so much. You've pushed me beyond my limits. You like Meng Yuan, don't you? You like her so much that you're humiliating me like this. He Mingrun, a man like you, I actually fell for you. I feel so wronged."
Yang Minjing poured out all the grievances she had accumulated during this time.
The autumn wind blew in gusts. Yang Minjing felt the chill. She couldn't tell if it was the cold weather or the coldness of her heart. She couldn't help but shiver.
He Mingrun said indifferently, "It's right to feel wronged. You also made my Yuan Yuan feel very wronged. Go back. Instead of making a scene here, it's better to go back and figure out how to pay your taxes."
After He Mingrun finished speaking indifferently, he turned and went back inside, closing the door with a "bang" unceremoniously.
Yang Minjing shivered all over, her body slumping weakly to the ground.