Growing Fond of You, Mr Nian

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Zeng Zhun remained silent for a while and then said, “Two years ago, you sold this house at a low price. The next day, Jingxi found the buyer and bought it back at a high price. He didn’t tell you about that, because he didn’t want you to know. Would you like to come in and take a look?”

Luo Sang looked at him alertly and said, “Who knows if it’s an extremely dangerous place now? Last time, at my school, you almost destroyed me.”

“Don’t worry. I’m just an assistant. What can I possibly do to you? Besides, surveillance cameras are all over this place. If anything happens to you, Nian Junting would certainly find me. With his resources, would he ever let me go?” Zeng Shun smiled bitterly and said, “The furnishings in here didn’t change. You can come in and look at your home. Luo Sang, I never wanted to hurt you. I did what I did, because Jingxi told me to. With some things… I tried to persuade him, but he’s too stubborn.”

Luo Sang hesitated for a while before nodding. Zeng Zhun sighed with relief, then opened the door and let her in. The front yard looked exactly the same as it had when she had left. Not even a tree was missing. It was winter now, so the leaves had fallen off the branches. Seeing the familiar scene, Luo Sang’s eyes couldn’t help but turn misty.

She had lived here for over ten years. This place was filled with her memories with her father. She walked into the house. The furnishings in the living room hadn’t changed. Even the vases had never been moved. She stood there in a daze for a while, as if the disaster had never happened.

“At that time, Jingxi bought the house as quickly as possible, because he worried that the buyer might move things,” said Zeng Zhun. “While you were away these past two years, he lived here whenever he was in An City. He stayed in the guest room, because he didn’t want to touch the other areas. He knew that this place is where you grew up, and it is filled with your memories…”

Luo Sang interrupted him. “It’s meaningless for you to say that. I’ll never forget the harm that he has done to me.” Her voice contained hatred.

Zeng Zhun glanced at her and said, “Go to your room and have a look.”

Luo Sang would have gone, even if he hadn’t said that. When she came upstairs and pushed open the door of her old bedroom, she was stunned. In that room, her photos were all over the wall. They were the photos of her and Yi Jingxi, some of her selfies, and some photos of herself that had been taken by Yi Jingxi.

Every single one of these photos had been enlarged. Her brain even stopped working while she was looking at those photographs.

“Jingxi came here every time he missed you. He kept every one of your photos. He often stared at these photos all day,” said Zeng Zhun. “Sometimes, I even feel that he’s out of his mind. He loves you so much that he doesn’t even know how to actually love you. He’s been trying to get your attention by hurting you.”

“Don’t tell me that,” Luo Sang interrupted him with a loud, trembling voice. “He’s a devil in my eyes. I don’t want his love. His love is horrible.”

“Yes, he’s getting more and more horrible.” Zeng Zhun nodded and then said with a deep, dry voice, “At Christmas, he clearly knew that what he was going to do would offend the Murong family and piss Nian Junting off, but he still did it. I tried to talk him out of it, but he didn’t listen to me. He just wants you to leave Nian Junting. To serve that purpose, he even tried to destroy you.”

“Why are you saying all this to me? Are you trying to make me feel touched because he still loves me?” Luo Sang sneered and said, “If it wasn’t for Nian Junting, I might have been driven to death by him and Zhong Yi long ago. I hid from them for two years, but they found me, and they just wouldn’t leave me alone. I’ve told you that I’ll hate him until I die.”

She turned and walked downstairs without looking back.