Chapter 2727: She’s Jealous! (12)

Chapter 2727: Chapter 2727: She’s Jealous! (12)

Tingye’s raging anger seemed to be extinguished in an instant, as he stared blankly at her lowered little head.

Even without lifting her face, he knew that her face was now full of tears.

"Bang—"

Tingye clenched his fist and slammed it heavily on the table.

Why cry, what’s there to cry about? The one who should be crying now is him!

Tingye thought reluctantly, but her tears still seemed to be like acid, corroding his heart, making it so painful he couldn’t breathe.

Seeing her neck shrink and her petite body curl into a ball, trembling from the noise he just made, she was even more annoyed as she tugged at her short hair.

"Stop crying!" Tingye stepped forward, reached out and clasped her chin, forcing her to lift her head. When he caught sight of her face covered in tears, his heart contracted sharply.

His long fingers roughly wiped her tears, looking fierce, yet his movements were exceptionally gentle.

"Didn’t you say you were very strong now, still crying at the slightest provocation?"

"Wah—"

Meimei couldn’t hold back her grievances any longer. Upon hearing his reproachful concern, she burst into tears.

"..."

Tingye’s body stiffened, even his fingers resting on her face were so rigid they didn’t know what to do.

She could cry more than when she was a child, tears flowing like they cost nothing, and he couldn’t wipe them clean.

But she was still as ugly as she was back then, crying with a face full of tears and snot, still liked to rub against him, apologizing afterward pitifully, saying she didn’t mean to dirty his clothes...

Tingye stood there, clearly reminding himself not to get closer to her, yet his arms couldn’t help but press her into his embrace.

Letting her lean against his chest, venting her grievances.

After a long while, her crying slowly subsided, but her petite body still lay on his chest sobbing, her small shoulders twitching, looking pitiful.

He had only scolded her for a couple of words, she looked as if he’d hit her.

"I didn’t mean to..." Meimei cried for a long time before speaking in a low, sniffling voice.

Tingye’s arms stiffened around her, lowering his gaze to her.

She said it wasn’t intentional, what wasn’t intentional?

Was it accidentally sending him the wrong document, or unintentionally asking Jiang Nan for help?

Thinking of that document, Tingye’s face darkened again.

"I didn’t mean to go to the manor with Jiang Nan last night." Meimei cried so long that her voice was a bit hoarse. She sniffled, speaking with a heavily nasal tone.

Seeing Tingye not reacting, she continued to explain.

"Jiang Nan asked me for help, I didn’t know where he was taking me. When I realized it, I was already in the manor. I wasn’t with Jiang Nan."

"What are you saying?"

Tingye’s body trembled, abruptly reaching out to clasp her shoulders, eyes flashing with an unexpected light, "What did you say just now, say it again!"

"..."

Meimei looked at his suddenly solemn face, too scared to even speak.

"Since you didn’t mean to accompany Jiang Nan last night, why didn’t you explain?"

In such a situation last night, her silence was a kind of acquiescence, didn’t she know?

"I couldn’t find the chance..." Meimei spoke softly, her large, crystal eyes washed by tears, shining like gems, tugging at his sleeve with her little hand.

"And you sat beside me yesterday, always angry, I was scared."