My Villainous Persona Collapses as My Family Reads My Mind - chapter 6

Chapter 6

Shen Que pulled Meng Zhiyi to the end of the corridor, forcefully dragging her into the safety corridor.

His strength was immense, and a sharp pain ran through his wrist.

Meng Zhiyi frowned slightly, her round eyes looking at Shen Que with a hint of complaint, and she said coquettishly, “Brother Shen Que, you’re hurting me.”

Her voice was soft and sweet, nothing like her domineering tone with Song Wei, yet it made Shen Que let go of her hand as if he’d been shocked.

Meng Zhiyi’s brows lifted imperceptibly. She glanced around the safety corridor, her gaze ambiguous. “Brother Shen Que, why did you bring me here?”

She took a step closer to Shen Que, as if wanting to get near him. “Could it be… you want to be alone with me…”

Shen Que’s face turned cold as he stepped back. “Stop. Don’t move.”

Meng Zhiyi clicked her tongue (tutting), but obediently stopped moving.

[Hiss, I have to say, Shen Que really does have a bit of that brooding villain vibe right now.]

[Is he going to vent for Song Wei here?]

[Nice, is he finally losing control?]

[Should I fight back or not? If I get hit, does it count as a work injury?]

Shen Que’s expression darkened.

Did he look like someone who would hit a girl?!

Utterly ridiculous.

His mind was buzzing with Meng Zhiyi’s endless commentary, giving him a headache.

Shen Que took a deep breath, his voice tinged with warning. “Meng Zhiyi, no matter how much trouble you’ve caused before, I could always turn a blind eye.”

“But my grandmother is a patient now. If you want to make trouble, stay away from her. Don’t make a scene in front of the Shen Matriarch.”

At these words, Meng Zhiyi’s eyes turned sly.

[I get it. What he means is, if I bully Song Wei, just don’t do it in front of the Shen Matriarch, otherwise he can’t protect her?]

“….”

Shen Que was about to explode from anger.

Why could Meng Zhiyi always twist other people’s words?

Meng Zhiyi tilted her little face up, her eyes sparkling innocently as she looked at him and asked, “So now that Grandma isn’t here, I can do whatever I want?”

Shen Que pressed his lips together, staring at her coldly without answering.

“Is that it?” Not getting a reply, Meng Zhiyi stepped closer, getting even nearer, and pressed the question.

She smiled, her striking features carrying a hint of boldness.

Shen Que lowered his gaze, staring right at her.

[Shen Que’s lip color is actually kind of nice. I wonder what shade of lipstick he uses.]

[His lip shape is nice, too-looks kissable. A kiss probably wouldn’t be a loss.]

Hearing this, the veins on Shen Que’s forehead twitched uncontrollably.

He used to think Meng Zhiyi was just brash and rude, but now he had to add a new trait: flirtatious!

Just as the thought flashed by, the voice in his head sounded again.

[I’m curious, if Song Wei saw me kiss him, would Shen Que get so mad he’d scatter his own ashes during his ‘chasing the wife from the crematorium’ arc?]

[With how much Shen Que hates me, his Dislike Value would skyrocket, and the task would be done.]

[Ah, Song Wei’s here. Should I kiss him right now?]

[Hmph, you’re lucky, kid-this is my first kiss! Let me get in the mood.]

A bright light flashed in Meng Zhiyi’s eyes-she looked eager to give it a try.

Shen Que’s hand at his side clenched slightly, his thoughts racing as he processed the voice he’d just heard.

Task?

So, the girl in front of him was treating him as some kind of tool-she was using him!

In an instant, Shen Que’s lips curved into a barely noticeable smile. Then he reached out, grabbed Meng Zhiyi, and spun her around, trapping her between himself and the wall.

Meng Zhiyi: “???”

What the heck is he doing??

Shen Que’s cold demeanor was gone. He looked at her with a half-smile, half-serious expression. “Meng Zhiyi, if you want to make our marital relationship official ahead of time, I don’t mind.”

Meng Zhiyi was stunned. “What?”

[No, bro, do you have some undiagnosed issues? This isn’t your character at all. And who the hell wants to make anything official with you!]
{“translation”: ”

Shen Que’s gaze was deep and shadowed. His free hand lifted, the warm pad of his finger gently pressing against Meng Zhiyi’s lips, carrying a hint of ambiguity.

“!”

Meng Zhiyi’s heart rang with alarm bells.

[Damn, why does this guy suddenly feel like a completely different person?]

[Damn it, I really want to snap his finger off and get his paw off my mouth.]

[Hold it in, can’t break character.]

Shen Que listened to her repressed inner voice, his eyes flickering slightly. Suddenly, he realized teasing Meng Zhiyi like this was actually quite amusing.

He leaned in slightly, his tall figure enveloping her completely, warm breath falling against her ear. “What I mean is, we can get married first, and when you reach the legal age, we’ll register it officially.”

This time, it was Meng Zhiyi’s turn to fall silent.

[Has Shen Que lost his mind? Didn’t he always wish to break off the engagement with me? Or did he have a fight with Song Wei, so now he’s trying to provoke the female lead? Outwardly agreeing to marry me, but actually trying to irritate Song Wei and push their relationship forward?]

[Fine, fine, the old-school domineering CEO angst trope-looks like you’ve got it down pat. So I can never escape the fate of being the stepping stone for your relationship, huh?]

[Heh, but I refuse to play along!]

Meng Zhiyi immediately looked at Shen Que with eyes full of infatuation. “We can get married, but you have to kiss me right now. Do you dare?”

[Let’s see just how far you’re willing to go to provoke Song Wei.]

Shen Que’s eyes suddenly darkened.

Then, he let out a low laugh. Meeting Meng Zhiyi’s gradually alarmed gaze, he slowly lowered his head.

He also wanted to see how long Meng Zhiyi could keep up her act.

But just then, Song Wei, who had been hiding outside for a while, finally couldn’t hold back.

“Ah Que, Sister Zhiyi is still young. Grandma told you not to bully her.”

Song Wei’s appearance made Shen Que pause in his probing.

But even so, from Song Wei’s perspective, it looked as if the two were kissing.

She bit her lip hard, her face pale, deep hurt in her eyes, with a hint of resentment hidden deep.

Meng Zhiyi took the opportunity to push Shen Que away a little, then looked at Song Wei with a face full of shy embarrassment.

She complained, “You’re so annoying, someone saw us!”

[Hahaha, Shen Que, you’re done for! Song Wei will definitely misunderstand and think we were kissing just now. The future ‘wife-chasing crematorium’ is going to be a bloodbath~]

[Tsk, turn around and look, she’s about to fall apart.]

At this moment, Shen Que had already returned to his usual cool and aloof demeanor. He turned and looked at the heartbroken Song Wei with a cold, indifferent gaze.

“Talking in private with my fiancée counts as bullying?”

“…” These words stabbed into Song Wei’s heart like a blade, making her subconsciously press her hand to her chest.

Meng Zhiyi raised an eyebrow.

[As I expected, these two must have argued. Since that’s the case, let me help blow this misunderstanding even bigger!]

The next second.

Meng Zhiyi immediately clung to Shen Que’s arm affectionately, leaning close like a dainty little bird, and looked triumphantly at Song Wei. “Miss Song, interrupting a couple’s intimacy is really quite rude.”

Song Wei looked hurtfully at Shen Que, then finally bit her lip. “Sorry, I was the one interrupting.”

With that, she turned and left, wiping away her tears.

[Oh my, she’s so upset she’s crying. Shen Que, aren’t you going to chase after her?]

Shen Que glanced indifferently at the departing figure, then coldly withdrew his hand and strode straight out.

Meng Zhiyi remained behind, a “my eyes are like a measuring tape” expression on her face.

[Shen Que does have one thing right: the Shen Matriarch is still a patient. I should be mindful of her health.]

“I’ll find another chance to increase the Matriarch’s Dislike Value next time.”

Muttering to herself, Meng Zhiyi headed toward the ward, bid farewell to the Matriarch, and then returned directly to the Meng Family.

As soon as she entered, she saw a man with gold-rimmed glasses standing in the living room, looking at her with a faint, ambiguous smile.

“Meng Zhiyi, I heard you’ve gotten into trouble again?”
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