Chapter 133 - 105: Confession (Requesting Monthly Tickets)_2

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Chapter 133: Chapter 105: Confession (Requesting Monthly Tickets)_2At this point, Chen Feng hesitated in his heart, uncertain whether he should speak. Seeing his conflicted expression, Wu Mengting couldn’t help but ask, "What’s wrong?" Chen Feng couldn’t hold back and sighed again, "Do you remember the first time we met?" Wu Mengting immediately nodded, "Of course, I remember." "I told you back then that I was diagnosed with a terminal illness. I saw you didn’t believe me at the time, thinking I was joking. I want to clarify once more, I wasn’t joking with you. It’s true, I really have a terminal illness, late-stage brain tumor. The doctor said I only have a few months to live. If you don’t believe it, I can go get the diagnosis for you right now." Without looking at Wu Mengting, who was completely dumbstruck, Chen Feng turned around and went to his own bedroom across the hall, fetched the diagnosis report from his last hospital visit, and handed it to her. Wu Mengting subconsciously took it, and then subconsciously began reading. Before long, she suddenly covered her mouth and burst into tears. "This isn’t possible! This is not true! You... you don’t look sick at all. You’re lying to me, right? This diagnosis is fake, isn’t it?" Looking up at Chen Feng with tears streaming down her face, her eyes were filled with pain and despair. She had firmly believed that she and Chen Feng were meant to be, thinking it was a fated connection given by heaven. She had fantasized countless times about being with Chen Feng, thinking about going back to their hometown to meet each other’s parents, even thinking about their wedding, imagining their future home together, even their future children... But now, Chen Feng had ruthlessly crushed all her previous beautiful dreams with this diagnosis. Chen Feng hadn’t expected such an intense reaction from her after revealing the truth. This little girl from his hometown had clearly fallen deeply for him, otherwise, she wouldn’t be crying so uncontrollably, her eyes filled with suffering. If he had known she would react like this, Chen Feng certainly wouldn’t have so rashly told her the truth. But now that he had said it and even shown her the diagnosis, regret was useless. "I’m sorry. I should have told you sooner, but I didn’t want you to look at me differently, to pity me," Chen Feng stood in front of her like a child who had done something wrong, dejected, with his head down. "I don’t care! This can’t be true. You’re lying to me!" Wu Mengting, emotional, grabbed the diagnosis with both hands and tore it to pieces. Then, she abruptly stood up, threw caution to the wind, and flung herself into Chen Feng’s arms, holding him tightly, her tear-stained face pressed against his chest. Chen Feng inadvertently raised his hands, unsure of where to put them. "Brother Feng, whether what you said is true or false, I’ve made up my mind about you. You can’t reject me," Wu Mengting’s tone was slow and firm. Chen Feng would be lying if he said he wasn’t moved, but what had he done to deserve such favor? If he didn’t have a terminal illness, how could he possibly reject her? "I..." "Don’t say anything," Wu Mengting suddenly interrupted him with force, lifting her face to look at him, enunciating each word, "I want to officially date you. At the end of the year, we’ll go back to our hometown to meet the parents. You can only agree, no objections." Chen Feng sighed for the third time, with emotion but even more helplessness, "Mengting, I don’t want to harm you." "How do you know you’re harming me?" Wu Mengting’s eyes suddenly softened, and her tone became gentle, "In my eyes, if I miss out on you this lifetime, if you don’t accept me, that would harm me. I would feel regret for the rest of my life." "You might be seeing me in too good a light. A man like me actually doesn’t have many merits, otherwise, my ex-wife wouldn’t have divorced me. Now I have a terminal illness, I might have some money, but there’s no guarantee it would be left to you after my death." Chen Feng had passed the age of believing in love, so even though he was moved now, he still had to say some unpleasant things. He had to speak them out, even if it ruined the atmosphere. "Do you think I’m interested in you for your money?" Wu Mengting lowered her eyelids slightly, her tone tinged with disappointment. "Could it be because I’m handsome?" Chen Feng laughed at himself with a hint of self-mockery. "You actually are kind of handsome." Wu Mengting also laughed, "But the main reason is, I believe in destiny, in fate. We’ve bumped into each other several times by chance, and that’s the fate given to us by the heavens. Plus, when I’m with you, I feel really relaxed and happy. And we get along so well in conversation. In short, when you like someone, you just do. You can doubt how deep my feelings for you are, but please don’t doubt that I’m after your money. When I fell for you, I had no idea you were rich." "Alright. Although I’m touched, and I actually quite like you too, it’s still the same as I said before; I can’t harm you. I already have two lovers, I don’t lack a girlfriend. So..." "I already said, you can only agree." Wu Mengting cut him off, speaking assertively, "Anyway, I’ve already decided I’m your girlfriend. When we go home for the holidays, we’ll visit my parents first, and then visit yours. It’s settled." Chen Feng forced a smile, "What’s the point of doing that? For all we know, I might be dead by the new year." "It’s precisely because you might die at any moment that I’m being so proactive and that I’ve made this decision. Your opposition is useless. Just think of me as being willful, or as if I’ve got a crush. It’s not easy for me to fall for a guy, I can’t leave regrets. Since you also have a liking for me, why put on a false show of opposition? Your constant rejection is actually hurting me." By the end, Wu Mengting’s tears had started to fall again. Chen Feng fell silent for a long time, but in the end, he still spoke the very scumbag and mood-killing words, "I can never marry you." Hearing this, Wu Mengting felt an urge to beat him up, but she restrained herself. "Also, I’m going to continue supporting those two lovers." This time, Wu Mengting couldn’t hold back, and she fiercely twisted his ribs. Even through the clothes, Chen Feng yelped in pain, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "If you can’t accept that, then let’s just forget it. It’s unnecessary. We can just act as friends, that’s pretty good too." Wu Mengting, with clenched teeth, said, "I can barely accept Sun, but she can only be your lover. I’m your girlfriend. The other one has to go." After all, if Chen Feng really had a terminal illness, with only a few months to live, Wu Mengting could turn a blind eye to some things, opting to be more tolerant. "You... can’t be serious, right? You can actually accept this?" Chen Feng was somewhat incredulous. "Three months. Sun can be your lover for no more than three more months. After that, you must break up with her." Wu Mengting had been quite clever, setting a deadline. Even so, it still seemed quite unbelievable to Chen Feng. "Mengting, why bother with all this? This way, you’re only putting yourself at a disadvantage. We’re good as friends, aren’t we? If we become boyfriend and girlfriend, I feel it might actually be more uncomfortable." "Don’t play coy after getting lucky. I’ve gone this far; if you still don’t agree... I... I’ll run to your house and tell your family, tell your brother and your mom, that you led me on and then ditched me, and then I’ll just squat at your place and refuse to leave." Chen Feng was taken aback. If she did that, it would indeed be troublesome. "Fine, fine, you’ve gotten the better of me. If you really want to date and see, then let’s date and see. We can try going out, the kind where we don’t sleep together first, and get to know each other better before deciding. Once we get to know each other better, we might find out we’re not suited for each other." Chen Feng’s tone was open and straightforward. Wu Mengting, despite blushing a bit, nodded along, "Fine. Let’s try to get to know each other better." "Mhm. So it’s settled. If you feel that I’m not as great as you thought and it’s not suitable, just tell me. I’ll do the same. If I feel you’re not as good as I imagined, I’ll tell you directly too." "You don’t get a say. Only I do," Wu Mengting asserted once again, "I can only reject you, not the other way around." "Oh my god! Since when did you become so domineering?" "Desperate times call for desperate measures! Brother Feng, just accept it gracefully." "Alright, stop holding on to me. I’m getting a reaction, haven’t you noticed?" Wu Mengting was startled at first, then stepped back quickly in fright, her face flushing as she glared at him, silent. Chen Feng became somewhat embarrassed, chuckling awkwardly as he quickly bent down, turned around, and hurried out the door. Then, as he opened the door, it hit Lin Wan who was eavesdropping outside, and she tumbled into him.

Chapter 133 - 105: Confession (Requesting Monthly Tickets)_2

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