After Teasing the Crazy Mermaid, He Actually Deceived Me into Marriage - Chapter 36

The woman pondered for a few seconds, her almond-shaped eyes seemingly recalling someone, before slowly answering, “I like. men with a good temper, gentle as jade, and compassionate.”

At this moment, the woman who always presented herself as mature in front of others finally revealed a trace of maidenly shyness unique to young girls.

8856 shrank his neck, stealthily glancing at a certain fish whose face had darkened beside him, nearly bursting into laughter.

Good temper? Gentle as jade? Compassionate?

Good heavens, this was utterly hilarious, which of these traits could Lord Fan Yi possibly possess?

A cold chuckle echoed in 8856’s ears, freezing him almost back to his original form.

8856 covered his mouth to stifle his laughter, scratching his head innocently.

Then, he saw the Sea God as if making a firm decision, gathering a pile of mortal romance novels and love dramas, seemingly intent on studying them frame by frame.

He even went so far as to collect every detail about Si Tang’s life, from childhood to adulthood, from hobbies to interpersonal relationships leaving no stone unturned in his quest to understand her completely.

Fan Yi had made up his mind.

He was going to plan carefully.

He admitted that during those three years, day and night, he had constantly thought about capturing her and bringing her back, vowing to break her legs and lock her up if she ever tried to run again.

But the moment he learned she had lost her memory, though he went mad with anger over her forgetting him, he immediately realized,

This was an excellent opportunity.

Rather than forcing a relationship, he wanted to taste the sweet flavor of mutual love described in mortal romance stories.

Their initial meeting had been far from pleasant, and she had always feared him.

He thought. if only he could make her stop being afraid of him, if only he could make her smile at him.

No one knew that the detached deity, whenever he dreamed, would see the young girl leaning against his chest, smiling like a blooming flower, blue morpho butterflies fluttering through her fingertips as she laughed and said to him,

“Fan Yi, look.”

So, it turned out what he loved most was her smile. Not her forced presence in his arms, accusing him, “Fan Yi, you’re locking me up again!”

Therefore. forgetting meant their story could start anew.

If she liked men with a good temper and feared his domineering nature, he would pretend to be gentle and refined.

If she was terrified of his identity, he could disguise himself as a tame human, waiting until she fell deeply in love with him before coaxing her into accepting their bond it wouldn’t be too late then.

As for the threads of fate, with him by her side, what did he have to fear from a few insignificant ants?

If Tangtang wanted the Si family in this lifetime, he would simply stir up the threads of fate.

As for the upper realm, since a century was but a fleeting moment for a deity, Fan You was busy with numerous affairs, and the God of Fate sat high in his temple, with 8856 covering for him, Fan Yi was confident he could control everything as long as he restrained himself from abusing divine power.

The deity, who had never known patience, was now forcibly learning the patience of a hunter.

Fan Yi tilted his head, tossed aside the Swiss army knife in his hand, and in the next instant, his trident appeared, obediently leaning against the side. He pulled out the updated scroll of fate he had seized from 8856 from his spatial storage, quickly scanned through it, his eyes deepening into a shade so dark it almost seemed tinged with blue.

So, the first step was to drive that hypocritical man away from her side!

The next day, at dusk, Si Tang sat on the balcony, silently gazing at the sea.

Grandma Lin Sui from the Yun family called, “Tang’er, the engagement announcement is set for the day after tomorrow. Are you really sure about marrying that He family boy? Once an engagement is announced among wealthy families, the ties become binding. No matter what, you are the legitimate eldest daughter of the Si family, the beloved granddaughter of the Yun family in Haicheng. And He Moheng? He’s just an illegitimate child.”

“Grandma,” Si Tang reassured her gently, “you know I don’t care about things like background. Besides, he once saved me he must be someone trustworthy.”

She believed in He Moheng, not just because of that unforgettable first encounter.

A year ago, Si Tang and Si Xi were kidnapped at the same time. The kidnappers said only one could be saved. Under Chen Yue’s strong insistence, Si Chenfeng decisively chose to rescue Si Xi. In her moment of despair, it was He Moheng who took a knife for her and brought her back to safety.

His personality, too, happened to be Si Tang’s ideal type. She also knew that He Moheng was no ordinary man. As an illegitimate child, he had managed to establish himself among the elite no one would believe he lacked cunning. She could understand that, but she was certain He Moheng would never harm her.

Lin Sui chuckled on the other end of the line, her sigh tinged with concern. “If you say he saved you a year ago, he’s been well rewarded for it. Since then, he’s secured several major projects from our Yun family, and his status in the He family has risen significantly. You’re still young and naive, my dear. I won’t be around much longer, I just hope you can find a good home. In any case, think it over carefully.”

“I only suspect it might have been him. The mastermind behind that kidnapping was too clever no evidence or traces were left, just a few scapegoats took the fall. No one knows who was truly behind it. But since it’s just an engagement for now, keep your guard up.” Without waiting for Si Tang’s reply, Lin Sui hung up.

Si Tang set down her phone, lost in thought.

For some reason, she felt an inexplicable fondness for him. Whenever she saw his face, she couldn’t help but trust He Moheng. Yet, why did her body reject any intimate contact? Perhaps she had truly suffered some trauma during those three months of lost memories from three years ago.

As she pondered, her phone suddenly rang again. Si Tang picked it up and found an unfamiliar text message.

“Tonight at 8 p.m., Nian Tang, Room 888. There’s a show you won’t want to miss.”

Attached was a photo. Even from the back, Si Tang could recognize him her soon-to-be fiancé, He Moheng.

The photo was crystal clear. At the entrance of Nian Tang Pavilion, He Moheng stood impeccably dressed, his hand resting lightly on the shoulder of the woman beside him, exuding an undeniable intimacy. And Si Tang knew that woman all too well it was her half-sister, Si Xi.

Si Tang’s mind buzzed with confusion.

Since when did they know each other? At banquets, He Moheng had always coldly ignored Si Xi. Because of Si Tang, he even detested Si Xi, often refusing to speak to her.

Since when had things changed.

Right, since when had He Moheng gone from loathing Si Xi to indifferently disregarding her? Even when she tried to strike up a conversation, he no longer walked away as he used to.

Si Tang was no fool. Once a crack formed in her trust, the overlooked details began replaying in her mind.

Recalling her grandmother’s words, she detached her emotions to examine reality each event, each detail revealed a brutally cruel truth.

She glanced at the time: seven o’clock.

Taking a deep breath, she clenched her trembling palms and walked out of the villa. As she drove, her expression could only be described as utterly numb.

Throughout the journey, she didn’t even know what she was thinking. Only when she stood before Nian Tang’s entrance did she take another deep breath, almost lacking the courage to step inside.

It was worth remembering that a year ago, He Moheng had personally designed this place and named it “Nian Tang.” Nian Tang, Nian Tang,he had called it a love letter dedicated to her.

Si Tang stood silently at the door for a long time before finally pulling down the brim of her hat and stepping quietly into Nian Tang.