Everything Is My Fault

"It's not like that! Xie Yuyan, please just listen to me first, okay?"

Ye Feng could sense that Xie Yuyan was like a powder keg at this moment, ready to explode at the slightest spark. If he couldn’t calm her down, she wouldn’t hear a word he said.

"What is there to say? From the very beginning, Ye Feng, you never went home! You must have already made plans with Li Mucheng, right?"

Xie Yuyan’s eyes were lifeless, like stagnant water. When she saw that Ye Feng’s location on her phone had been stuck outside the apartment, she immediately sensed something was wrong. After tracking him down, she indeed found him with Li Mucheng. This betrayal filled her with rage, and she even felt the urge to destroy everything. If Ye Feng hadn’t left alone, she might have completely lost control.

"No! Li Mucheng came to apologize to me today. For some reason, she suddenly fainted, so I was delayed for a while."

Ye Feng recounted everything that had happened to him that day, holding nothing back.

"Yuyan, if you don’t believe me, I can take you to the clinic right now to confirm with the doctor!"

"...Is that really the case?"

Seeing Ye Feng’s unwavering confidence, Xie Yuyan gradually realized she might have misjudged him. For some reason, whenever she was with Ye Feng, her sensitivity became even more intense than usual. She feared that he would disappear from her side when she wasn’t paying attention or that someone else would snatch him away. Over and over, this cycle made her develop an obsessive desire—her mind had already conjured up the idea of tying Ye Feng firmly to her side, believing only then could she truly protect him.

"Yuyan, do you really think I’d lie to you? Of course, I didn’t expect today’s events either, but something about it feels off to me."

Ye Feng couldn’t help but feel somewhat disappointed in Xie Yuyan. Whenever situations like this arose, her emotions always spiraled out of control, and the repeated occurrences left him exhausted.

At the same time, a question nagged at Ye Feng—how did Xie Yuyan know his exact location? From what she’d said earlier, it sounded like she had been tracking him. Could it be that she had been monitoring his every move?

"Ye Feng... I was too impulsive... I’m sorry..."

Realizing her mistake, Xie Yuyan quickly apologized. She didn’t want to let this tense situation escalate further. She could also hear the disappointment in Ye Feng’s voice, especially regarding trust.

"...Forget it. Let’s just go home first."

Ye Feng sighed, his expression tinged with weariness. His mind was a mess right now, and all he wanted was to return home and rest.

"Okay..."

Xie Yuyan nodded obediently and followed behind Ye Feng in silence.

......

"Young Mistress, we’ve arrived."

Ah Fu glanced at Li Mucheng through the rearview mirror. She was resting her chin on her hand, her gaze fixed outside the car window.

"Hm? Already?"

Li Mucheng pulled herself out of her reverie, recalling the pleasant memories in her mind, before stepping out of the car.

"Ah Fu."

"Young Mistress?"

"The manor’s renovations should be nearly finished, right?"

"Yes. Barring any unexpected delays, it should be completed within a month."

"A month... No, that’s too long."

Li Mucheng bit her lip lightly and shook her head before turning back to issue a command.

"It must be finished by next week."

"W-what?! Next week?!"

Ah Fu was stunned. Renovations were no simple task—completing such a massive estate in just a week was practically impossible.

"Young Mistress, that’s simply unachievable. We only have so many workers assigned to the project. Finishing in a week is impossible—"

"Then throw more money at it!"

Li Mucheng’s tone was unyielding, as if she had already made up her mind.

"If we’re short on manpower, hire more. If materials are lacking, buy them at any cost. No matter what it takes, the manor must be fully restored within a week!"

"T-this... I’ll need to consult the master first..."

"Father already said he would support me unconditionally. Ah Fu, if you waste any more time, you’ll bear the consequences alone."

"...Understood."

As an employee, Ah Fu knew better than to defy his employer. At worst, he’d receive a symbolic reprimand if things went wrong. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he drove the car into the parking lot.

"Honestly... How is the manor still not ready after all this time?!"

Li Mucheng stomped her foot in frustration. The reason she wanted to return to the manor so quickly wasn’t because of its luxurious environment—it was because that place held countless memories of her and Ye Feng. Only there could her heart find peace.

"Xie Yuyan..."

Li Mucheng murmured the name under her breath, plotting how she could expose Xie Yuyan’s hypocritical facade in front of Ye Feng. She knew Xie Yuyan had taken Ye Feng’s mask primarily to sever any lingering feelings between them. Now that she had regained Ye Feng’s forgiveness, her top priority was stabilizing their fragile relationship. The rest would have to wait.

She wondered what moves Su Yuxin and Shen Mengli would make next...

......

"Everything’s pretty much packed. We can call the movers tomorrow to transport everything."

Ye Feng patted the dust off his clothes, panting slightly. Though the small house seemed mostly furnished with rented items, packing everything up had taken far longer than expected. There were too many things to sort and box, and by the time he finished, night had already fallen.

"Ye Feng, dinner’s ready..."

A soft voice reached Ye Feng’s ears. Turning, he saw Xie Yuyan standing there in an apron, looking at him apologetically.

"...Thanks. You’ve worked hard."

Ye Feng took a deep breath, washed his hands at the kitchen sink, and then sat down at the dining table.

"Sorry, Yuyan. I lost my temper with you earlier. I hope you don’t take it to heart."

"Eh? N-no, it’s fine! If anything, I should be the one apologizing to you!"

Xie Yuyan, who had been brooding over her earlier misunderstanding, was caught off guard when Ye Feng apologized first.

"It was my lack of trust in you that caused today’s mess. I was the one who made the mistake! It’s all my fault!"

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