After being reborn, I'm no longer going to play the role of a spoiled rich kid.

Chapter 93 Comfort
She had concealed it well before; even though she was afraid, she still dared to unleash a torrent of words at Gu Yu.

Meng Weiyuan: Are you at home or outside right now?

“At home…” Yustia lowered her head, her voice dejected.

"Can we video chat?" Meng Weiyuan's voice remained calm and composed, which was reassuring. "I'm a little worried."

Yustya: "...Oh."

After Yusijia answered the video call, Meng Weiyuan looked around at her surroundings and said, "Why don't you go back to your room first? It's a bit chilly outside, don't catch a cold."

Yuska was still sitting on the swing. "Wasn't that because you called me? I hadn't had time to go back yet."

"Shall we talk as we walk?" Meng Weiyuan asked.

Yuska obediently followed his instructions and walked towards the room.

"Did you have fun with your friends today?" Meng Weiyuan didn't press You Sijia about what had happened at this moment, but instead asked about You Sijia's gathering with Jiang Lingyu.

Yuska's attention was indeed diverted, and she felt much more relaxed when talking about going to the concert today.

"...That violinist is amazing. I heard him perform in London before. A local friend recommended him, and then I was surprised to find him in the orchestra this time. I even told Jiang Lingyu what a coincidence..."

By the time Yustia returned to her bedroom, she had calmed down considerably.

If the bedroom lights hadn't been so bright that Meng Weiyuan had immediately noticed You Sijia's slightly reddened eyes and nose, he might have been fooled by her.

"Do you like listening to the violin?"

Yusjia sat on the beanbag chair, sinking into it completely, hugging a soft cushion. "It's alright? I like all the nice ones."

"What would you like to hear next time? I'll play it for you," Meng Weiyuan said with a smile.

Yusjia looked at the person in the camera with surprise, "You can do this too?!"

Meng Weiyuan hadn't shown any of this before.

Meng Weiyuan chuckled, "But I haven't touched a violin in a long time, so my skills might be rusty and I can't compare to the violinists you admire."

Yu Sijia rested her chin on the cushion. "No way!" She wouldn't allow Meng Weiyuan to belittle herself like that. He was someone she personally selected and approved, and he couldn't possibly be worse than anyone else. Wasn't that questioning her abilities?

Meng Weiyuan had no idea what You Sijia was thinking, but when he heard You Sijia's straightforward objection, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Are you feeling better now?" Meng Weiyuan asked.

Yu Sijia hummed in agreement, "It's alright, I guess." She looked at the camera and noticed Meng Weiyuan was in the underground parking lot. "Where are you going so late? And you're driving yourself?"

Meng Weiyuan: "Yes, I left something behind, I need to go back and get it."

Yuska: "Is it important? If it's not important, then you can just go to the company tomorrow."

She assumed that Meng Weiyuan had left his work-related items in the office.

Meng Weiyuan didn't refute, "It's okay, it's just a matter of stepping on the gas." After getting into the car, he put his phone on the holder, "Want to talk to me about what just happened? Why are you acting all wronged at home?"

Yu Sijia had no intention of hiding it from Meng Weiyuan, so she told him about Gu Yu coming to see her in the middle of the night.

Perhaps because she was looking at Meng Weiyuan's face and listening to his voice coming from the phone from time to time, she was less agitated and calmer when she talked about the matter than she had imagined.

"...It's just this little thing, it might not be a big deal, it's just that I made a big deal out of it...I was just feeling a bit upset at the time, and then you called me, and I just couldn't hold it in anymore..."

Yu Sijia kept her head down, only revealing a whorl of her hair to Meng Weiyuan on the other end of the phone.

She even felt she was being a little too dramatic.

She had previously blamed Meng Weiyuan for not being by her side.

With her head down, she naturally didn't see Meng Weiyuan's suddenly cold expression. His profile, under the cold light of the dashboard, appeared even more aloof, like an ice sculpture. His lower lip was tightly pursed, and his eyes were icy, as if a storm was gathering.

However, it was only for a moment. When You Sijia looked up at the camera again, Meng Weiyuan had already returned to normal.

He held the steering wheel with one hand, while with the other, he impatiently unbuttoned the top of his collar.

In December in Beijing, the chill of winter is palpable the moment you step outside, but Meng Weiyuan, sitting in the car, felt a strange heat rising within him.

"This is no small matter," Meng Weiyuan said.

Yustia: "Huh?"

Meng Weiyuan looked at the person on his phone screen. You Sijia was staring at him with wide eyes, her eyes clear and bright. He repeated, "This is not a small matter, and you are not making a mountain out of a molehill. It is his fault for coming to you late at night to say these things, making you feel scared and wronged."

Upon hearing this, Yusjia's eyes immediately crinkled into a smile.

"Exactly!" At times like these, it's essential to share a common enemy. Having someone on her side immediately gave her confidence and made her less afraid. "It's utterly absurd! And what was this talk about me going to America with him..."

Yusijia was grumbling indignantly, but when she got to this point, she suddenly realized that she might have let something slip and immediately covered her mouth.

"...Don't overthink it, I didn't agree to it." Yusjia quickly said, looking for a patch.

Meng Weiyuan's face, captured by the camera, showed no change; he even chuckled softly, "Yeah, I know."

"You're not angry, are you?" Yusjia asked cautiously. If some woman outside were trying to steal Meng Weiyuan away, she felt she would definitely be angry. Now, putting herself in his shoes, she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

"I'm not angry," Meng Weiyuan said calmly.

Yusjia stared at the screen for a long time, but she couldn't find any flaws.

She finally felt relieved.

However, off-camera, out of You Sijia's sight, the veins on the back of Meng Weiyuan's hands, which were resting on the steering wheel, bulged out as if out of control.

Restraint and suppression seemed to have found a tiny outlet, causing his veins to bulge.

Before a storm arrives, there may be a sense of calm.

Yuska had quite an eventful evening, and she couldn't help but yawn in front of the camera.

Meng Weiyuan couldn't bear to let You Sijia keep talking to him like this, so he said, "Go to sleep quickly. You've been playing all day and you must be tired."

Yuska rubbed her eyes. "You're not at the company yet?"

"Yeah, almost."

"Then I'll hang up when you get home, okay? Otherwise, it'll be boring for you driving alone," Yusjia said, fighting off her drowsiness.

Meng Weiyuan watched as You Sijia yawned again, tears welling up in her eyes. "Don't wait for me, I'm not sleepy yet, you should get some rest."

At this point, Meng Weiyuan glanced at his phone. "Sang Qi called me, probably about work. I'll hang up now. Go to sleep, okay?"

Yu Sijia said "Oh," not wanting to delay Meng Weiyuan's work, and made a "bye-bye" gesture before exiting the video.

After Yusijia hung up the video call, Meng Weiyuan silently stared at the road ahead.

There was naturally no phone number associated with Sang Qi on the phone.

The houses in Sixi Courtyard, located at the foot of the capital city where land is extremely valuable, could not possibly have a helipad.

Meng Weiyuan drove back to his old house.

It only takes two hours to fly from Beijing to the southern part of the city.

(End of this chapter)