Deadly Game: Almighty Boss’s Guide to Making Money

Chapter 1015. The Infinite Time-Space Hotel (55)

—Shouldn't she be sad when she's young and indifferent and calm when she's old?
—That's why they say Meng is grown up backwards!

Judging from her demeanor, she truly dislikes Zhao Cheng.

—It's possible that you don't feel anything at all.

—Wait a minute, when she was with Zhao Cheng, didn't she also flirt with Dawei? Zhao Cheng didn't know?

—They probably didn't know, otherwise they wouldn't be so calm.

This time, Lin Xi reacted quickly and got into the car with Meng Ye and Ping'er, sitting in the passenger seat.

Ping'er cried the whole way. While crying, she kept rambling on and on about her past with Damin.

"When I got married, Damin was there too. He called me out and said that if he said just one word, I wouldn't get married. I said, 'It's too late to say anything now, too late...'"

Ping'er cried even harder as she repeated the words "It's too late."

Meng pulled out a transparent handkerchief from somewhere and handed it to Ping'er.

Ping'er took it and covered her face with a handkerchief.

Although Meng Ye's expression was indifferent, his actions were still very heartwarming.

—I remember handing the boss a wet wipe at 105, saying how thoughtful I was as I did so.

Now that you mention it, I suddenly realize that 105 doesn't like the boss at all.

—It's more likely she's teasing the boss.

—But she was really sad when they parted ways.

She was very sad when it was time to part ways.

—It's likely that there wasn't any real feeling in the beginning, but when it was time to leave, they found themselves reluctant to part and were surprised to realize that they had developed real feelings while flirting.

—She was the one who first noticed something was wrong and resigned, but she didn't expect things to escalate even further.

Ping'er's home wasn't far, and they arrived quickly.

Meng helped Ping'er out of the carriage, took the key from Ping'er's pocket, opened the gate to the courtyard, and then dragged and pulled Ping'er into the house, where she sat on the bed.

Ping'er hugged Meng Ye tightly.

"Xiao Ye, what should I do!"

—Hey, Ping'er, didn't you get married?

—Take a good look around. There's no sign of a man ever living in this house.

So, Ping'er wasn't actually married; it was a fake marriage?
—Does having a narrow perspective mean you can't get a divorce?
—Ah, that's possible.

—But Meng is only 24, how old is Ping?

—Given that Meng Ye is 24 years old, Zhao Cheng calls Meng Ye "sister", and Ping'er calls Zhao Cheng "brother", how old is Ping'er?

—How the hell does this count? Even if you're only one day older, you can still call me "sister."

—Yes, you can call someone a day older or even a minute older.

—Who can be accurate to the second?!
Meng let Ping'er cry quietly for a while, then pushed Ping'er away, looked at his handkerchief, a look of disgust on his face, and threw it aside.

"Do you know what I'm most afraid of hearing from you right now?" Meng Ye said, his tone very calm.

"what?"

"What I fear most is hearing you say that you've only just realized now that the person you love most is Damin." Meng Ye's voice grew even colder. "But it's fine too. With someone like him around, you'll have a reason for whatever you do in the future. And you'll have a reason to hurt anyone; no one can argue with the dead."

—Damn, that's ruthless!

—I was just thinking that Ping'er must have very deep feelings for Damin.

—Is Meng really only 24 years old?

—I want to know what she went through when she was 17 that made her so clear-headed and cruel.

—17 years old?
—Yes, didn't she tell Dawei that when she was 17, she knew that she could never love only one person in her life?

—Don't you think a 24-year-old girl is not just indifferent, but cold-hearted?

— Her words about Ping'er were indeed quite cold.

Ping'er was clearly taken aback, but then she replied, "He's not my favorite, but he's the one I admire the most."

Meng nodded, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with Ping'er's words.

"Calm down and think about the past. I'm going home now, so I won't bother you."

"I'll see you off." Ping'er stood up.

"No need, just focus on your sadness! Let it go for a while, don't stop, and then stop thinking about it."

After Meng finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the door.

"Aren't you sad?" Ping'er suddenly shouted. "You should know, Damin, he is Xi..."

Meng stopped, turned around, looked at Ping'er, his face slightly pale, his eyes dark.

"He was just a good friend of my ex-boyfriend, and my good friend's ex-boyfriend. Should I be sad for him? I just feel a little empty inside when I think that I will never see him again, no matter where I am."

After saying that, Meng turned around and left without looking back.

Lin Xi and the other four quickly caught up with Meng Ye.

Meng walked to the courtyard gate in one breath, not forgetting to close the gate for Ping'er. Then, she walked out of the alley, came to the main road, stood by the roadside, and let out a long sigh.

Then, she raised her head and looked at the sky.

The sun was very bright and a bit dazzling.

Meng squinted, then closed her eyes briefly, gently wiping away a tear from the corner of her eye.

Wow, there's a story behind this.

Wow, so 24-year-old 105 is really good at disguising himself.

—Her indifference made me think that Damin was someone unrelated to her.

—If it weren't for her incredibly smooth skin, I would have thought this was the condition expected of a 50-year-old.

—I suddenly had an idea.

——What idea?
—105, is she really aging in reverse?!

—You mean, starting from old age, 105 people are gradually living backwards?

—Yes, otherwise how do you explain it? She was heartbroken at 50, but at 24, she seemed to have seen through everything.

——It’s not impossible.

--impossible!

—If she were single and dating at 50, I would believe she would defy aging, but at 50, she not only had a husband but also children.

Meng Ye's home is not far from Ping'er's home, which is to the north.

Meng walked all the way home.

Her steps were steady, her pace neither too fast nor too slow, her eyes were firm, and her expression was indifferent, as if the person who had just secretly wiped away tears was not her.

Lin Xi and the others followed Meng Ye all the way home, originally thinking that they would be able to see the handsome young man, Xiao Guo.

However, at Meng's home, both her parents and two younger sisters were present, but Xiao Guo was not there.

A faint hint of disappointment flashed in Meng Ye's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Didn't Xiaoguo come today?" Meng asked.

“He’s here,” one of Meng Ye’s younger sisters replied. “He left again after you didn’t come home for a day.”

"Has something happened?" Meng Ye's mother asked.

Meng nodded too.

"Mom, do you remember Da Min who used to come to our house with Zhao Cheng?"

"I remember, that child was very polite."

"Yes, he's dead." Meng Ye's tone was no longer so cold; it had softened and was tinged with regret.

He's become very much like a normal person.