Chapter two hundred and eighty third: The unbroken fate
Xia Mengying listened to the beeping sound on the phone, feeling irritated. While waiting, she kept having the urge to hang up the phone, but the hand holding the phone to her ear seemed to be stuck, unable to
The phone rang for a long time. Just when Xia Mengying thought no one would answer, there was a beep and the person over there finally answered the phone.
"Hey, who is it?"
The clear voice was cool, light, and full of pride.
Xia Mengying's teeth were itching with hatred, she knew that he did it on purpose.
In the more than half a month since he arrived in S City, he called her no less than 30 times. Even if he didn't save her number, it was impossible not to feel familiar when he saw the caller ID.
He did what he said, and she still begged him, although not willingly.
"Yan Siming, do you need to pretend?"
Even if she was asking for help, it seemed difficult for Xia Mengying to be humble to Yan Siming, especially now.
"In your eyes, am I a stupid idiot without any brains?"
Xia Mengying's tone was very unfriendly. She hated being teased, especially when the person teasing her treated her as a clueless idiot, which made her even more annoyed.
"Have you arranged everything?"
Xia Mengying asked back, her cold and sharp voice full of ridicule.
This afternoon, when she rushed out of Fang Jingyi's ward and accidentally bumped into the nurse, and accidentally saw the information about Yan Siming's bone marrow donation, she really thought that all of this was just a coincidence, but this
How in the world could there be such a coincidence? She couldn't help but think of Yan Siming's confident look before getting off the car the day before yesterday, and she was almost certain in her heart that all of this was Yan Siming's deliberate arrangement.
She was in a panic and didn't think too much. As long as she calmed down a little, it wouldn't be difficult to think clearly.
"So what?"
Yan Siming did not deny it.
"Real or false? Those test results you filled in above?"
Perhaps because he was too nervous and excited, his voice was trembling when he spoke.
"It's all true."
Yan Siming's answer was without any hesitation.
Xia Mengying held the phone tightly, her fingers seemed to be embedded in the phone. She sneered in her heart, it could be Yan Siming, how could it be Yan Siming? There really is such a coincidence in this world.
, just like bad fate.
Xia Mengying was silent for a long time. Yan Siming on the other side waited for most of the day, but never heard Xia Mengying's answer or felt her breathing on the phone. He couldn't help but break the strange silence.
"Xia Mengying?"
He could have done everything perfectly this time, but he was too impatient.
He didn't want to steal the bride at the wedding banquet like last time. The same drama would be meaningless the second time. The most important thing was that he had no confidence that he could take Xia Mengying away at the wedding.
She, who was so devoted to Ning Ziqian, would not be willing or willing to let him embarrass himself so much.
"The arrangement of fate is really funny."
Xia Mengying said something confused, but Yan Siming still understood the deep meaning of her words.
From the moment she met him until now, she has always been unable to avoid him, hiding as far away as possible for fear of getting involved with him in any way, but now, she was forced by him to take the initiative to get involved with him.
He also felt that the arrangement of fate was mysterious. Otherwise, why would she take the initiative to call him now?
"Look, this is our fate, no matter what, we can't stop talking about it."
Yan Siming was absolutely happy to accept such an arrangement.
"Is it a bad fate?"
Xia Mengying sneered and felt a chill coming from the soles of her feet. Her whole body was about to freeze, and her heart felt cold.
Xia Mengying believed in Yan Siming. She didn't know why, but she felt in her heart that he had not deceived her about this matter.
"What do you want?"
Xia Mengying leaned on the car seat, feeling indescribably helpless, which was the helplessness born from the bottom of her heart.
"Xia Mengying, since you are not a brainless idiot, don't you know what I want?"
Xia Mengying rubbed her brows, only to feel that the pain in that area was getting worse.
Of course she knew what he wanted to do, but in her heart she was unwilling to do it, with a thousand reluctances.
"Yan Siming, I will never be willing to meet your request."
"Is it true that you don't like me? If you can't dislike me willingly, then just like me."
Xia Mengying felt her head hurt when she heard Yan Siming's playful words.
"Before I met Ning Ziqian, I may have liked other men, but from the moment I fell in love with him, I will only love him for the rest of my life."
Xia Mengying felt upset and confused, especially when faced with Yan Siming's provocation. She couldn't keep calm. However, these words she said were not just to annoy Siming. They were her true words.
, she really felt that she would never meet a man like Ning Ziqian who could make her rely on her and be willing to risk everything in her life.
She met him at the most right time, and he gave it to her, and no one else could.
"There are no absolutes in everything, isn't that what you said? Maybe, I am your absolute exception."
Yan Siming's tone sounded a little annoyed, but he quickly returned to his usual domineering and confident tone.
"I couldn't tell you on the phone when I would be free to meet and discuss it in detail. If you don't believe me, you can accompany me to the hospital for another check-up. Xia Mengying, I may not be the only one who can match your mother's bone marrow, but others,
Even if he is willing, I will not give him that chance."
"What do you mean?"
Xia Mengying asked sharply.
"Literally, Xia Mengying, you have no other choice, and I will not give you any other choice. I think you should know better than me that your mother's physical condition cannot afford to wait."
Xia Mengying still wanted to ask what he meant by this, but Yan Siming had already hung up the phone. When Xia Mengying called again, his mobile phone had been turned off.
Xia Mengying raised her phone with some annoyance, held it tightly, and put it on the passenger seat aside. This phone was the first gift Ning Ziqian gave her.
When Xia Mengying got home, it was already very late.
She opened the door and looked at the bright light in the living room. She thought it was Ning Ziqian who was back, and she felt happy.
"Ning Ziqian!"
Xia Mengying quickly changed her shoes and searched the bedroom, study, and bathroom, but couldn't find Ning Ziqian. She returned to the living room disappointed, looked at the dust cover on the dining table, walked over and opened it.
Under the bright light, four dishes and one soup were neatly placed on the dining table, all of which she loved. There was a small note next to it, written in Ning Ziqian's handwriting: No matter how busy you are, you must eat, and don't get sick.