After Teasing the Crazy Mermaid, He Actually Deceived Me into Marriage - Chapter 37

Without drawing anyone’s attention.

Until she reached the door of VIP room 888.

The door was tightly locked, indicating that the occupants inside valued their privacy and had ensured excellent soundproofing to avoid disturbances. Si Tang pressed her lips together and was about to pull out her phone to call for assistance when, out of nowhere, a gust of wind silently pushed the door ajar.

Si Tang: ???

The eerie occurrence left her momentarily stunned, but her attention was quickly captured by the faint voices drifting from inside.

“Xiao Xi, after today, let’s not see each other again.”

“Why?”

“I’m about to get engaged.”

“You’re really going to marry that sister of mine? But she doesn’t own a single share. The Yun family’s internal affairs are far from simple, and they would never hand over shares to an outsider. In the Si family, my father doesn’t even have her in his thoughts. She may appear glamorous on the surface, but she’s actually not favored at all!”

Si Tang didn’t immediately alert the people inside. Instead, she pushed the door open a little wider, took out her phone, and started recording.

Within her line of sight, the private room was lavishly decorated, warm and romantic likely their usual rendezvous spot.

Contrary to what she had imagined, there was no scene of intimacy. He Moheng sat on a nearby sofa, smoking. His profile, partially visible, revealed a handsomeness and sensuality tinged with a sharp, shadowy edgea side of him Si Tang had rarely, if ever, seen before.

Si Xi sat beside him, her inherently deceptive eyes glistening with tears, gazing at him with apparent affection.

“Brother Moheng, I am now a legitimate daughter of the Si family. Even if you’re after benefits, wouldn’t I clearly be the most suitable choice?” Her voice trembled slightly, as if hoping to sway his decision.

“She holds shares,” He Moheng replied coolly, extinguishing the cigarette between his fingers.

“What?”

“After Si Tang’s mother, Yun Wan, passed away, her shares were inherited by Si Chenfeng. However, there is another will that has yet to surface,” He Moheng’s voice was low and devoid of emotion. “If Si Tang feels her father has treated her poorly after she comes of age, she can inherit those shares upon marriage. Si Chenfeng would have to return them in full.”

Si Xi was taken aback. “What? That woman actually left such a trick up her sleeve after she died?”

He Moheng curled his lips slightly. “So, what I want can be obtained by marrying her. Why should I struggle and scheme in the mud for it?”

Outside the door, Si Tang clenched her teeth tightly. This was the first time she had trusted someone, and she had confided in him about the shares, only to be stabbed in the back by the very weapon she had handed him.

“What about me?” Inside the room, Si Xi was utterly unwilling, her crystal-clear tears finally rolling down. “Brother Moheng, you and I are clearly cut from the same cloth. I was the one who met you first. We’ve known each other for so long.”

“That year in the alley, when I was being bullied and called a parentless wild child, it was you, Brother Moheng, who rushed over to save me. You even got beaten up for it.”

He Moheng lowered his gaze, meeting her tear-filled eyes, and eventually handed her a tissue.

By nature, he was cold and detached. In his entire life, he had only once acted on an impulse without seeking anything in return.

Back when he hadn’t yet been taken back to the He family, in a street corner alley, he saw the glistening tear-filled eyes of a little girl. Her mud-stained clothes were torn and disheveled from being beaten. Just a fleeting glance made him recall his own similar past experiences.

So he saved her, playing the hero rescuing the beauty, then left without leaving a single word.

If it weren’t for the jade pendant he always carried with him, Si Xi probably wouldn’t have recognized him after all these years.

“Brother Mo Heng.” Si Xi grasped He Mo Heng’s wrist, “You’re not completely indifferent to me, are you?”

“Can you honestly say you dislike me?”

The glistening tear-filled eyes reunited with those of the little girl from many years ago. A strange, complex wave of pity surged in his chest.

She wasn’t wrong – they were the same kind of people. Even if Si Tang described Si Xi as scheming and malicious, he could completely understand and accept it.

The darkness beneath Si Xi’s tearful eyes reflected his own equal depravity.

“Brother Moheng, you know… you’re all I have.” Seeing his expression soften slightly, Si Xi gently rested her head softly against He Mo heng’s shoulder, as if this were her sanctuary. “In this world, you’re the one who treats me best. You once said you’d help me get the Si family shares. It’s okay, you know I don’t want anything. When the time comes, I’ll give everything to you, without holding back.”

A flicker of emotion passed through He Moheng’s eyes as he looked down at this woman who placed him at the center of her heart, as if he were her entire world.

Si Xi looked up at him tenderly, “It’s okay, Brother Moheng, I won’t make things difficult for you. After you get married, we can still maintain our connection. I don’t want anything, I’m not scheming for anything, Just let me stay by your side, no matter in what capacity.”

Si Xi buried her head deeper into He Moheng’s embrace, her expression and words filled with deep attachment.

“Brother Moheng, you also enjoy being with me… don’t you? Look at this place, it’s so much like our little home, just the two of us cuddling. In this world, we only have each other.”

He Moheng remained motionless for a long while, allowing Si Xi to lean against him. From behind, they looked exactly like a deeply devoted couple.

Si Tang watched them coldly, almost wanting to praise their moving, tragic romance.

Si Tang turned off the screen recording but didn’t disturb them, instead retracing her steps and leaving.

The day after tomorrow, she should give them a big gift.

After Si Tang’s figure disappeared, two shadows emerged from around the corner of the corridor.

Fan Yi gazed in the direction Si Tang had left, lost in thought.

“Why didn’t she just rush in?” 8856 asked.

Fan Yi didn’t answer him, instead asking, “It seems this engagement definitely won’t happen. If that recording is made public, how will the fate line change?”

In the original course of fate, Si Tang only discovered their secret affair after marriage, when it was already too late.

8856 replied, “That would certainly cause reputational damage to these two people. But in the fate line, these two are essentially embodiments of destiny itself. The invisible threads of fate will try to forcibly pull them toward the predetermined outcome.”

In other words, even if He Moheng didn’t acquire the Si family’s shares through marriage to Si Tang, he would have obtained everything the Si family owned through other means, eventually changing the family’s surname. And Si Xi, no doubt, was cut from the same cloth,both of them were in cahoots.

Fan Yi stood at the door of VIP Room 888, once again pulling out his military knife and twirling it in his palm. His gaze swept past the crack in the door, where a man and a woman were nestled closely together, and a cold smirk curled at the corner of his lips.

The man’s face was turned sideways, revealing only a vague outline. 8856 glanced at him too, feeling an odd sense of familiarity.

“If I just kill him outright, wouldn’t that solve all these problems?” Fan Yi suddenly said coldly.

At these words, 8856 instantly grew tense and fearful, but before he could say anything, Fan Yi indifferently put away the knife and turned to leave.

What good would killing him do? It would only stir the currents of fate, and Shana would go tattling again, drawing the attention of the Chief God. If a sentence of confinement were handed down, he would be separated from Tangtang for another hundred years.

Human lives were fleeting, generation after generation. Unless absolutely necessary, he didn’t want to waste even a century of his time with Si Tang.