Chapter 119: I Will Always Be Here Waiting for You

"Is that man better than me?"

After pondering for a moment, a cold, impassive face flashed through Meng Yier’s mind—Yan Yichen’s. A faint smile curved her lips, and her gentle voice softened even further.

“He’s arrogant and aloof, always keeping people at a distance with that cold demeanor. But matters of the heart... are hard to explain. When you like someone, you just do. Even I don’t know exactly what it is about him that I like.”

Kerson noticed the fleeting happiness that unintentionally crossed her face and tugged at the corner of his mouth with a slight smile. He asked softly, “Xiao Yi, will we still be friends?”

Meng Yier’s eyes brightened with resolve as she looked at him steadily.

“Of course we will. Friends forever.”

...

When they stepped out of the restaurant, a fine drizzle was still falling, shrouding the summer night in a cool haze. The rain had persisted for two days, leaving the evening air slightly chilly.

Meng Yier wore a simple dress, and as a gust of cold wind mixed with misty rain swept through, it sent a shiver through her.

Kerson gracefully removed his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders with a considerate gesture.

Insisting on escorting her home, Kerson’s earnestness was hard to refuse, so Meng Yier reluctantly agreed and got into his car.

The car stopped at the foot of her apartment building. Meng Yier turned to step out, and Kerson shielded her with an umbrella.

She took off the jacket covering her and handed it back to him, a grateful smile illuminating her delicate features.

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“Thank you for your jacket... and for bringing me home.”

Kerson nodded with a smile. “It’s my pleasure.”

“Goodbye.”

Meng Yier waved and was about to turn away when Kerson called her back.

“Xiao Yi...”

“Hm?”

Puzzled, she lifted her gaze to see Kerson standing beneath the misty rain, his tall, upright figure elongated by the dim streetlights, solitary and quiet.

His deep blue eyes flickered with complicated emotions, and his low voice carried hints of restraint and pain.

He stood silently, gazing at her for a moment.

“Is there something else?”

Meng Yier, noticing his distracted expression, spoke first.

Kerson tugged at the corner of his lips, then gradually revealed his usual gentle and refined smile.

“If being with him doesn’t make you happy, you can always come to me. I will always be here, waiting for you.”

Meng Yier was stunned. She had not expected Kerson to say such things after she had rejected him. A sudden warmth stirred in her heart.

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After a long pause, she smiled and nodded, her expression radiant and warm.

“Thank you.”

Kerson stepped forward slowly and tenderly took her hand, bending down to place a light kiss upon it.

...

All of this was quietly observed by Yan Yichen, who stood before the vast floor-to-ceiling windows. His dark eyes were icy and impassive, lips pressed tightly together, and the wine glass in his hand nearly shattered under his grip.

That girl had clearly deceived him.

She had actually gone to see Kerson.

The thought of Kerson’s look toward her sent a sharper chill through Yan Yichen’s gaze, and his grip on the glass tightened further.

The elevator soon stopped on the twenty-sixth floor. Meng Yier stepped out, her head lowered as she searched for her door card in her bag.

Before she could take another step, a tall, imposing figure suddenly lunged from the side, his hand clutching her wrist tightly.

“Yan Yichen?!”

Before she could react, the man dragged her into the east unit—Yan Yichen’s home.