Pampered By My Fake Boyfriend's Brother-Chapter 474: It’s You

Just as the elevator was about to close.

A sharp voice rang out, "Hold on!"

The attendant at the elevator quickly pressed a button, and the elevator doors slowly opened again. Upon seeing the person inside, the attendant looked at the person with slight panic, "Mr. Meng!"

Meng Heming’s gaze was fixed on the young girl. Seeing her standing there timidly, full of apology, like a child who had done something wrong, he gave the attendant a look and said aloud, "Let her in."

After being stopped by the attendant just now, An Yin hurriedly stepped aside. Then she felt the atmosphere around her instantly turn cold, until a familiar voice rang in her ears.

While she was in a daze, the attendant had already come to her side.

"Miss, please come in!" The attendant gestured with his hand.

An Yin glanced at the attendant, then looked dazedly into the elevator, and exclaimed, "It’s you!" The man she had met a few times before!

The attendant felt a chill down his spine, realizing that the young girl knew Mr. Meng. Phew... that was close, he almost lost his job. Luckily, the tone he used when speaking to the young girl just now wasn’t too harsh.

"We meet again." Meng Heming met her clear, shining eyes, a hint of contemplation appearing in his brows, but it was fleeting.

He had a tall, well-proportioned figure, with a prominent nose underneath which his lips were slightly thin, exuding a sense of cold and harshness.

Under the attendant’s reminder, An Yin stepped timidly into the elevator.

As the elevator doors closed, Meng Heming looked at the young girl right in front of him, his gaze gradually becoming unfocused.

A cold breeze brushed overhead, blowing the man’s hair softly across his forehead. His black eyes shone faintly from behind the locks of hair, exuding an inexplicable gloom.

Whenever he saw this young girl, Meng Heming felt like his heart was about to suffocate, as if something was tugging at it, causing a throbbing pain. Perhaps it was just because the girl’s brows and eyes bore a resemblance to someone else!

An Yin tilted her head and noticed the man’s gaze was fixed on her, as if he was trying to see something through her. She withdrew her gaze and said softly, "Are you here for a meal too?"

Her gentle voice interrupted Meng Heming’s musings, prompting him to conceal the melancholy in his brows, "Yes."

Meng Heming’s gaze did not leave the young girl. Every time they met, she wore a mask. A trace of curiosity surfaced on his face, "Got a cold?"

His voice was gentle when he spoke, giving An Yin an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Seeing him looking at her mask, An Yin gave a shy smile, her eyes curved and lively, like the vast stars. She mumbled, "I don’t feel anything."

"Hmm." It seemed he was overthinking.

Meng Heming felt as if he was seeing his long-missed beloved, a pang of sorrow crossing his heart. This young girl in front of him unknowingly gave him a feeling that was indescribable, making it impossible to ignore.

"Ding..."

They reached the first floor, and the elevator doors opened accordingly.

The time spent together was always so short, both of them harboring a unique emotion in their hearts.

Meng Heming was the first to step out, with An Yin following behind him.

"Mr. Meng!"

The attendants on both sides chorused upon seeing the person emerging from the elevator. However, what surprised them was the little tail following behind Mr. Meng. It was someone they hadn’t seen before, and for a moment, they didn’t know how to address her, exchanging confused glances among themselves.

Before anyone could react, the two had already walked far away.

"You’re leaving?" Meng Heming looked at the young girl holding a bag, his dark eyes falling on her slender frame.

"I’m going downstairs to settle the bill." An Yin’s long lashes fluttered. Seeing the man walking slowly, her pace also slowed down.

Meng Heming’s gaze was calm, "We’ve run into each other several times; it’s fate. Tell me your room number, and I’ll cover this meal."

The young girl had an oval face, with features like a painting and curved eyes with a gentle smile.

As Meng Heming watched, his heart also sank, those buried memories in his heart quietly awakening.

"Thank you for your kindness, but there’s no need." An Yin hurriedly declined, looking straight ahead without noticing the man’s eyes that were as deep as a cold pool.

They walked through a hall draped with curtains, with screens separating various scenes, making it a place hard to leave.

The beauty before them could be described as the "Jade Building."

Seeing the young girl’s interest in the indoor decor, the cold face of Meng Heming carried a hint of cautiousness, "Do you like it here?"

"I like it." An Yin replied without hesitation.

An Yin approached a red screen, where long curtains hung down, with delicate flowers faintly visible on the thin fabric, appearing beautiful and lingering.

The young girl’s slender figure paired with long black hair cascading down her back, skin white as snow. Standing in this classical setting, for a moment, Meng Heming felt he saw his beloved.

"Ying’er..." Meng Heming blurted out.

Realizing his gaffe, he was slightly jolted.

The hall was filled with the melodious tunes of a guzheng, resonating in every corner.

An Yin’s attention was entirely on the decor before her, not quite hearing the name the man uttered.

When Meng Heming regained his senses, he saw the young girl looking around with interest, clearly not hearing what he had said, and he took a deep breath, his expression turned cold.

As they walked through the hall, a man in a suit hurriedly approached Meng Heming, speaking respectfully, "Mr. Meng!"

After the manager spoke, he then focused his gaze on the young girl beside him, caught in a dilemma. Meng Heming raised his eyebrows, a hint of inscrutability in his voice, "If there’s anything, I’ll call you. You may go now."

"Sorry to bother you, Mr. Meng." With that, the manager quickly retreated.

Since the man’s appearance, An Yin had retracted her gaze, her bright eyes blinking and listening intently to their conversation.

Meng Heming took in the sight of the young girl listening attentively, his expression gradually relaxing, becoming softer.

"Want to ask something?" Seeing the confusion in the young girl’s eyes, Meng Heming asked before she could.

"Are you the boss?" An Yin tilted her head, asking naively.

In her eyes, a surname followed by "Mr." meant the person was the boss.

"Yes." Meng Heming nodded.

"What kind of store do you run?"

An Yin scrutinized the man before her, who exuded an undeniable sense of luxury. She couldn’t help but be curious about what he did. In truth, An Yin wouldn’t normally ask such questions, as it was quite impolite, but whenever she talked to him, she unconsciously let her guard down, expressing her thoughts. This sense of closeness felt incredible to her.