"No intersection?" A mocking smile appeared on the man's thin lips. In the next moment, he flashed, grabbed Meng Jiali's wrist, and pulled her up from the chair.

"It hurts!" Meng Jiali felt a burning pain in her wrist, as if she could hear the sound of her bones being squeezed, making her cry out in pain.

"Do you also know what pain is?" The man smiled, but his eyes were cold.

"W-what are you doing? Let me go!" She frowned, sweat pouring from her forehead.

"Your hands are really thin. I wonder if I can break them just like this if I use more force?" He moved his lips to her ears, and his hot breath caressed her sensitive auricles, arousing goosebumps on her delicate skin, making her panic.

"Don't forget that I healed you just now. Could it be that the dignified CEO wants to repay a favor and become an ungrateful person?" Her voice trembled slightly, and the blood faded from her lips.

"Repaying kindness with revenge? Ungrateful?" The man's hands tightened suddenly, and his voice was as cold as coming from hell.

"Isn't it?" Severe pain spread from her wrist to her forehead, causing her to break into a cold sweat, but she still forced herself to answer calmly.

"Shut up! Anyone is qualified to say such things, but you are not qualified." The man let go of her wrist and growled.

Only then did Meng Jiali feel the pressure on her wrist move away. The next moment, the huge force climbed up to her slender neck and tightened it, making her breath stagnant and almost unable to breathe.

He wanted to kill her.The eyes that were always cold were narrowed slightly at this moment, with strong hatred rolling under them, stabbing at her like a blade, and the big palm clamping on her neck was as firm as steel. The air that was still in the chest gradually became thinner, making her entire respiratory tract burn like a fire.

"Let, let go..." She raised her hand and struggled to pry his hand away, but she was like a worm shaking a tree, unable to move the thick palms at all.

"Are you afraid? Now you know what despair feels like?" He put away the coldness in his voice, lowered his head, and brushed his lips over hers, murmuring softly as if speaking love words, extremely gentle.

Meng Jiali stared at him with wide eyes, panic spreading in her heart.She could feel her body temperature gradually draining from her body, her head was confused due to lack of oxygen, and her chest was burning as if it was exploding.

Damn it, the look of being strangled to death doesn't look good at all. Could it be that he really encountered a disaster today?

Just when the last trace of oxygen in her body was exhausted and her whole body became tense and stiff, the clamp around her neck suddenly loosened. She took a deep breath and a large amount of air instantly poured into her chest, causing her to bend over and cough uncontrollably.

The man stood up straight and looked at her embarrassment with cold eyes, as if he was admiring the death struggle of his prey. A strange light flashed in his eyes, and then disappeared behind indifference.

"This is just the beginning." He said calmly.

"Wha, you... cough cough cough -" Meng Jiali raised her face in shock, tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes due to violent coughing, "Madman, you are crazy!"

"Yes, I went crazy as early as when the Geng family was betrayed by the Meng family and my father died of depression and misery in the hospital." The man's anger broke through the cold mask, and his expression was ferocious and twisted.

"Geng, Geng family?!" A familiar face flashed into his mind, and the chubby face that always had a smile suddenly overlapped with the handsome face in front of him.

The man looked at her expression of sudden realization and raised the corners of his lips mockingly. He was very satisfied with her astonishment. He gritted his teeth and said clearly every word: "I am Geng, Bo, En."

Chapter 2(1)

Meng Jiali loved autumn the most, especially holding her mother's hand and walking in the mountains and forests in autumn. Her mother would gently brush away the dead leaves that fell in her hair, lovingly put a thin coat on her little body, look at her lovingly and smile, and step into the sunset, as if they could go on like this forever.

Meng Jiali also hated autumn the most, because in this season, she was forced to face the grief of losing her mother. In that cold hospital, autumn was no longer a warm memory of her and her mother walking together, but a colder feeling than winter.

Her world completely collapsed when her mother died of illness at the age of eight.

Seeing her father wailing while holding her mother's body, and the sympathetic and pitiful eyes of her relatives and friends, she was strong enough not to shed a single tear, just because her mother had entrusted her father to her before her death, asking her to take good care of her father on her behalf. Don't cry, just remember the happy times they had together, and smile to welcome the future life.

So even though she was in great mourning because of the loss of her mother at a young age, her face as delicate and beautiful as porcelain remained expressionless. Many relatives and friends who came to express condolences frowned and shook their heads, saying that she was too cold. Even when her father hugged her with tears and told her that it was okay to cry loudly if she felt uncomfortable, she still held on for dear life.

Only like now, when she was hiding alone in an air-raid shelter halfway up the mountain, could she take off her strong mask, vent her sorrow to her heart's content, and mourn her mother with tears.

"I miss you so much, Mommy, do you know I miss you so much? Ah -" Meng Jiali shouted into the dark cave, as if her mother was standing at the end of the cave, still looking at her with a smile.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu I really miss you, please come back, please? Jia Li promises that she will be very good and will never make you angry again, Mommy..." She choked in a whisper, and slumped on the ground weakly. Tears blurred her vision, flowing wildly on her face, forming a small river and sliding down her chin, as if it would never dry up.

"Pear..." Suddenly, a hesitant call came from outside the cave, interrupting Meng Jiali's sobs that had turned into sobs.

The slender figure sitting on the ground paused, then buried his face between his knees and said in a muffled voice: "What are you doing? Go away."

"I...I'll accompany you." The childish boy's voice was low but firm.

"Didn't you hear me when I said no?" Meng Jiali raised her head and glared at him fiercely, venting her sadness of losing her mother on him.

The little boy did not flinch because of her anger. Instead, he walked closer to her and sat down next to her. His dark eyes were warm and he said softly: "I can't speak, so I will stay with you."

His nonchalant attitude made Meng Jiali feel ashamed of the insult she had just given, but for a moment she couldn't bring herself to apologize, so she simply buried her face in her knees and wept silently.

As expected, the little boy didn't bother her. He just took off his coat and put it on her thin body to shield her from the biting cold wind that kept blowing in from the entrance of the cave.

His body temperature still remained on the coat, as warm as his voice and movements, injecting a stream of warmth into her cold heart and forcing many tears out of her.

She didn't know how long she cried, but she finally calmed down. Just when she was about to raise her head to apologize for losing control, a burst of teasing laughter came from outside the cave.

"Shame, shame, shame, boys love girls, shame, shame, shame!"

"You are not allowed to talk nonsense, go away!" The little boy stood up quickly, blocking Meng Jiali's body with his fat body, trying to make his voice full of dignity.

"Wow, you fat pigs are telling us to get out of here." One of the boys shouted loudly, pretending to be surprised.

"You don't even want to look at your own looks. You want a hero to save your beauty." Another boy joked.

"Let's see who wants to get out!" The third boy stepped forward fiercely, and the other two followed him into the cave.

"I'm just telling you to go away, not get out." The little boy mustered up the courage to straighten his back, not as timid as before.

"I think you haven't been beaten for a long time, so you dare to talk back." The leading boy is a head taller than the little boy. He is strong and looks like the fat tiger in Doraemon.

"Don't nag him. Give him a good beating to see if he behaves."

"Hit him, hit him."

Two followers were making noises from the side.

The three of them have always been the little bullies in school, and they especially loved to bully this chubby little boy. They always teased him for not having a mother, and also laughed at him for being fat and slow, and always causing trouble for him.

"Are you looking for death?" Meng Jiali, who had been blocked by the little boy, suddenly stood up and pushed the little boy away, her red and swollen eyes filled with anger.