Chapter 120: What Right Does He Have to Be So Harsh with Her?

With a loud bang, the door slammed shut. Yan Yichen wrapped one arm around her waist and pressed the other hand against her shoulder, pinning her against the wall. The sudden chill from the cold surface sent a sharp shiver through Meng Yier.

A wall slam.

Yan Yichen’s long fingers lifted her chin, forcing Meng Yier to meet his gaze.

The man stood at an imposing 1.88 meters, towering over Meng Yier by more than twenty centimeters. She had to tilt her head upwards to look into his eyes.

The living room lights were off, with only a few dim lamps glowing faintly near the staircase. Yan Yichen’s eyes, as dark as ink, seemed bottomless, staring intently at Meng Yier with a predatory gleam in the muted light.

This unfamiliar side of Yan Yichen startled her, and she dared not hold his gaze.

“Yan Yichen, what are you doing?”

“Why did you lie to me?”

His cold voice was devoid of warmth, suppressing a barely contained rage.

Meng Yier froze, innocence shining in her wide eyes as she looked at the dangerous man before her. Then she realized what he meant.

“You mean about me meeting with Kerson?”

Yan Yichen suddenly exploded in anger. “Meng Yier, what do you mean? We’re together—why would you meet Kerson behind my back?”

Remembering that Kerson had already proposed to her and she hadn’t rejected him yet, a sour feeling churned in his chest. Despite the progress in his relationship with Meng Yier, she had never said she loved him outright, leaving his heart restless.

Perhaps it was because he cared too much that he felt so insecure.

His anger, ready to ignite at any moment, and the possessive gaze that seemed to want to tear her apart left Meng Yier feeling lost and trembling deep within.

She never intended to deceive him.

She was just afraid he would misunderstand.

Since she was going to refuse Kerson anyway, she thought there was no need to tell Yan Yichen—why bother?

Meng Yier explained, “I’m not trying to lie to you. I just feared you’d overthink things. He and I are just ordinary friends. Besides... I never said I wanted to be with you.”

Her voice grew faint and barely audible by the end, revealing her lack of confidence.

Why was he so fierce with her?

Why was he questioning her like this?

Looking at Yan Yichen’s unreasonable and domineering demeanor, she felt uneasy and couldn’t help but want to provoke him.

But their close proximity meant her last words were fully heard.

“Meng Yier... say that again, if you dare.”

Yan Yichen’s fury erupted as he shouted. His hand, still gripping her chin, suddenly tightened, causing Meng Yier to wince in pain, tears threatening to fall.

“It hurts... Yan Yichen, please let go...”

Seeing tears welling up in her eyes, Yan Yichen finally realized he had hurt her. Frowning, he withdrew his hand.

Meng Yier’s face was full of grievance, her eyes filled with gentle reproach.

“How could a mere friend propose to you? Even if you see him as just a friend, he clearly doesn’t.”

Yan Yichen raised an eyebrow, anger still simmering in his low, seductive voice.

Meng Yier was stunned, frowning as she asked, “How do you know he proposed to me?”

His dark eyes locked onto hers. “If I didn’t know, would you have planned to tell me?”

“That’s right. He did propose to me, and I haven’t had the chance to tell you yet, but I—”

Yan Yichen bent down and sealed her lips with his own, swallowing all her unfinished words with a fierce kiss.