Zhan Yan's well-tailored suit made him look extremely noble. He walked slowly towards her, Zhuang Mingyue froze on the spot, subconsciously stepped back, and the clothes fell to the ground.

"You...heard everything?"

"Zhanyan, I'm not crazy, I really saw my mother."

Zhan Yan bent down to pick up the shawl on the ground, patted the dust on his body, put it on the sofa nearby, took off his coat, and put it on her body. He arranged the hair hanging around Zhuang Mingyue's ears and held her in his arms.

, "...If you want to go home, we will go home. I have asked Qi Cheng to book a flight ticket back to the imperial capital tomorrow."

Zhuang Mingyue leaned on her chest, his heartbeat was vigorous and strong, and he didn't understand why he suddenly changed his decision. His sharp eyes stared into the night.

Zhuang Mingyue smelled a perfume on him that didn't belong to her, and resisted in her heart, but she couldn't push him away.

She thought Zhan Yan was just joking, but she didn't expect that he was not joking. At eight o'clock in the morning, Zhan Yan took Zhuang Mingyue, who was still awake, on a private plane.

Zhuang Mingyue was still awake, lying on Zhan Yan's lap.

The man lowered his head and stroked her hair affectionately.

Qi Cheng: "We have hired the best psychologist and will arrive in the imperial capital within today."

"Okay." The deep voice responded.

Zhuang Mingyue felt a little itchy in her ears. She moved her body, opened her eyes, and sat up immediately.

Zhuang Mingyue hasn't reacted yet. She is on the plane?

You can also see clouds outside the airplane window.

Zhan Yan brought a breakfast in front of her.

"We've just set off. We'll be there before six o'clock in the evening. Don't worry."

"Eat some breakfast first."

Zhuang Mingyue sat back on the chair and covered her legs with the fallen blanket, "Thank you, I'm not very hungry yet."

She looked out the window without looking at him.

"If you don't obey, I will land the plane right now."

"I see."

Zhuang Mingyue really didn't have much appetite, so she picked up the spoon and reluctantly ate something.

Then, the bodyguard brought another glass of milk, Zhan Yan took it and put it in front of her.

Seeing this generation of milk, the hand holding the spoon paused.

"The temperature is just right, wait until you finish eating before drinking."

His attitude is so good and unusual.

"Thank you... thank you. I... don't like drinking milk anymore. Please pour me a glass of boiled water."

"After drinking, no bargaining is allowed."

Zhan Yan served her another bowl of fish soup.

"I really don't drink anymore. I will feel better after drinking."

"Be obedient and nothing will happen in the future."

Zhan Yan stroked his long hair with her hands and tried to make her look like her original self.

Zhuang Mingyue finished her meal slowly, and Zhan Yan also watched her finish the milk.

The next second, Zhuang Mingyue covered her chest and asked, "Where is the bathroom?"

Zhan Yan: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Zhuang Mingyue nodded.

"In front, I'll accompany you there."

Zhuang Mingyue didn't wait for him to get up, she had already passed him, covered her mouth, went to the bathroom, lay down by the sink, and vomited out everything she had just eaten.

The toilet door was closed tightly, Zhan Yan stared at the motionless door, lost in thought.

About ten minutes later, when I heard the sound of the faucet filling, Zhan Yan opened the door and went in. Zhuang Mingyue, almost pale and weak, sat on the toilet leaning against the wall, bent over, holding her forehead with her hands, her long hair scattered, covering her face.

Her face was stunned, and she confessed in a calm voice: "I have consulted a psychiatrist in France over the years, and she said that I suffered from a mental illness caused by overstimulation. This disease already existed four years ago. But for

For me, I never think of it as a disease..."

Her mother's presence seemed to give her a little motivation to live.

She knew it was an illusion and a lie...

Zhuang Mingyue would rather live in this unreal environment.

She couldn't see her mother's face clearly, but she could still hear her voice in her mind.

"And that glass of milk...even if I know there is nothing in it..." There are still physiological tears in Zhuang Mingyue's eyes, which are a little red, "But the shadow it left on me is too cruel. I face it

I can't, and I have never let go of it. I can only hold it in my heart and bear the cost. I still remember everything that happened in the past."

"...Zhan Yan, I want to kill you!"

"I think about it every time..."

Zhuang Mingyue confessed that even so, Zhan Yan was never moved.

Her existence poses no threat at all.

Zhan Yan carried her back to the rest bed and said, "Sleep well."

He waited until Zhuang Mingyue fell asleep, then went to another compartment and smoked nearly half a pack of cigarettes. When Qi Cheng found the banquet, the entire lounge was filled with smoke and the smell was choking.

Qi Cheng walked in with his breath and reported: "Miss Ying, knowing that you have returned to China, I have already arranged a room for the eldest lady, and the furniture in the room is arranged as before."

"She doesn't have to respond, I will arrange it myself."

"Tell her that I won't respond to you in the near future."

Qi Cheng nodded, "Okay, President."

It's not too late to reach the imperial capital.

She hasn't been back for many years. Now the airport has been renovated and rebuilt, and it is very different from when she left.

They left via a separate private passage.

Autumn has also passed in the imperial capital. At night, the autumn wind is bleak and brings a bit of chill. The air conditioner is turned on in the car, so the temperature is not very cold.

Zhuang Mingyue didn't know where the banquet would take her.

Looking at the huge imperial capital, all the original buildings have turned into high-rise buildings. The car drove for about half an hour. This road... is it back to Nanyuan Villa?

But wasn't it sold by his father?

How could...

Zhan Yan noticed her little movement to stand up and explained: "After Zhuang Haisheng sold it, I bought it again."

There was a slight sense of sadness in Zhan Yan's invisible expression.

After arriving at the villa, Zhuang Mingyue saw the lights on in the living room of the villa and the servants busy going back and forth.

Is there anyone else?

After getting off the car, the door was not closed, so Zhuang Mingyue approached tentatively.

The atmosphere of the banquet behind him was obviously gloomy.

"Back?"

Zhuang Mingyue never thought that when she returned to her home that she had not seen for many years, the first person she saw would be Ying Yueyao!

Wearing an apron and a low ponytail, she showed a natural smile to Zhuang Mingyue. Ying Yueyao stepped forward and took Zhuang Mingyue's hand, sitting on the sofa, "There is another soup that will be ready soon. I'll go to the refrigerator."

Let me get you some fruit."

The bodyguard unloaded the luggage from the car and sent it upstairs.

Zhuang Mingyue's eyes were still blank.

Ying Yueyao came over and said, "I don't know what you like, so I cut some for you. You need to rest your stomach first while I go to the kitchen to get busy."

Zhuang Mingyue didn't move, but Zhan Yanhan Che's voice sounded behind him, "Without my permission, who told you to come here on your own?"

Ying Yueyao forced a smile, her hands in front of her were a little overwhelmed, "I just want to do something for you."

Zhan Yan frowned, "Get out!"

Ying Yueyao: "Zhanyan, I have no ill intentions."
Chapter completed!