Adored by Him: My Blissful Days as the Girl Next Door-Chapter 104 - 103: Additional Update for Laughlaugh66 Helm Master

Chapter 104: Chapter 103: Additional Update for Laughlaugh66 Helm Master

Zhao Meimei sneaked out of the house with the keys like a thief. As the door closed, the pitch-black visual impact in the hallway made her heart race with excitement.

She dared not rush downstairs as she usually did, even though she was familiar enough with these few steps to walk down steadily with her eyes closed.

Zhao Meimei lightly descended the stairs, and when she reached the third-floor landing, she couldn’t hold back any longer. She lifted her foot to dash down, and just as she reached the hallway entrance, a large hand grabbed her arm, pulling her into a broad, solid embrace before she could react.

The scream that was about to escape Zhao Meimei’s mouth was swallowed back abruptly. She hugged the person back, a familiar scent enveloped her— a mix of sweat, tobacco, and alcohol.

"Brother," Zhao Meimei called out with a trembling voice.

Shi Yang looked down at her, in the pitch-dark hallway, his eyes bright and spirited, seemingly shimmering.

Without saying a word, he hugged Zhao Meimei tightly, then released her arm and held her hand, leading her back to the car.

The car seat reclined backward, Zhao Meimei lay half next to her Brother Yangyang.

Zhao Meimei turned her head and asked, "Brother, why did you suddenly come to see me?"

Shi Yang had his hands folded under his head, the moonlight through the car window outlined the contours of his profile, slightly blurred.

Shi Yang glanced at the time on the car, eleven o’clock and five minutes.

He turned to look at Zhao Meimei, "I missed you, so I came to see you."

Zhao Meimei giggled foolishly twice, "I missed you too."

Shi Yang’s mouth curved into a smile, "Tell me, what’s going on with Wang Jiayue?"

Shi Yang didn’t mention Zhao Dazhuang’s factory buyout, picking a slightly lighter topic to guide Zhao Meimei into conversation.

Zhao Meimei, upon mentioning Wang Jiayue, suddenly had a stomach full of things she wanted to pour out. She didn’t know who to talk to about this; it had been bottled up inside, neither up nor down. Now, facing her Brother Yangyang, she naturally spoke in great detail, word for word.

After hearing her out, Shi Yang frowned. Wang Jiayue was certainly being bullied by someone. Since the person dared to ask for money, it means they were sure Wang Jiayue would give it, and no one would care.

A child from a wealthy family being bullied at school and not daring to tell the adults means the child’s family is likely not so happy either.

Shi Yang looked at Zhao Meimei, who was indignantly speaking passionately, feeling amused yet grateful. He thought, thankfully, his Meimei was well cared for, not bullied, and still kind enough to want to protect others.

Zhao Meimei narrated seriously, Shi Yang listened quietly, occasionally asking a question to bring the topic to a deeper level. As they chatted, he glanced at the slowly passing time.

After finishing, Zhao Meimei sighed deeply, "Brother, do you think she’s sick? I just kindly wanted to help her, but she went ahead and cried. I didn’t even say anything."

Shi Yang asked, "Maybe to her, Da Bao’s pursuit seemed like a threat?"

"Huh?" Zhao Meimei fell silent, remembering Wang Jiayue’s reaction when she mentioned Da Bao, having to agree with the statement.

In her eyes, Da Bao was just a childhood playmate, but she couldn’t deny that in front of other peers, he was quite fierce and ruthless.

Thinking of Wang Jiayue’s thin and weak figure, Zhao Meimei’s expression fell. She asked, "Brother, what do you think I should do then?"

Shi Yang’s voice was calm and detached, "Unless the person involved seeks help, outsiders really can’t intervene."

Thinking of Wang Jiayue’s guarded expression, Zhao Meimei couldn’t help but sigh, "She surely thinks I’m someone who bullies her too.

Shi Yang saw her dejected appearance and reached out to rub her head, "Alright, don’t think about it. You’re already in high school and considered half adults, aware of many things oneself. If she doesn’t want others to intervene, she definitely has her reasons."

Shi Yang glanced at the time again, eleven forty-two.

Not wanting to dwell on Wang Jiayue being bullied, he asked, "Want to listen to the radio?"

Zhao Meimei wasn’t particularly interested, but thinking that lying there listening to music with him seemed nice, nodded, "Mhm."

Shi Yang didn’t move immediately, his eyes focused on the time.

After waiting for a bit, Zhao Meimei asked curiously, "Brother?"

Shi Yang replied leisurely, "Hmm?"

Zhao Meimei: "Weren’t we going to play the radio?"

Shi Yang: "Not time yet."

Time?

Zhao Meimei looked at the time, eleven forty-eight.

Used to listening to Shi Yang’s words, Zhao Meimei quietly leaned back on the seat, waiting.

Her eyes fixed on the clock, watching the numbers grow larger.

In the final minute before midnight, Shi Yang sat up, turned on the radio without changing the channel.

Soon, a cheerful melody filled the car.

After the familiar festive intro, a deep, pleasant male voice sang out, "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear, happy birthday..."

Zhao Meimei suddenly turned her head, her eyes shining!

She exclaimed in surprise, "Brother! Did you sing this?!"

After a brief pause, she asked again, "Birthday? Is it mine? Am I having a birthday today?!!"

Zhao Meimei’s long eyes cut through the darkness, shining brightly, looking over with pure trust and unconcealed excitement.

When Shi Yang met Zhao Meimei’s gaze, his eyes softened instantly. Unable to resist, he reached out and pinched her cheek lightly, without strength, his finger pads pressing down gently, sliding down slowly.

Shi Yang smiled softly, "Isn’t it your birthday? Happy birthday!"

Looking at the smile on Brother Yangyang’s face, Zhao Meimei’s heart warmed, overflowing with heat.

She was so surprised, so pleasantly surprised.

Zhao Meimei lunged into Brother Yangyang’s arms, wrapping her arms around his neck, without thinking, she kissed his face fiercely, the smack echoed clearly.

"Brother! Thank you!"

A soft touch brushed against Shi Yang’s cheek, the bright moonlight through the car window cast onto Zhao Meimei’s face, her long eyes crystal clear. As Shi Yang met her gaze, the spot she had kissed felt fiery, an unusual feeling climbing from the depths of his heart. Perhaps it was at this moment, a flutter of heart.

After kissing, Zhao Meimei moved her lips away, smiled brightly with bent eyebrows.

The typically silent car cabin suddenly froze, with even breathing sounds vanishing. At that moment, Shi Yang heard his own heartbeat.

In Zhao Meimei’s moment of smiling, his rationality crumbled completely.

In his blank mind, only one thought remained, "It’s over."