My Ex Told Me She’s Still In Love With Me - Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Can You Give It to Me?

As the temperature plummeted, the winter wind outside grew piercing, slashing against exposed skin as if to carve into flesh and freeze the blood beneath.

Yet, no matter how cold it was outside, stepping into Meng Shuyu’s house brought the immediate embrace of warmth from the heater, causing frozen limbs to relax in the cozy atmosphere.

After recovering from the chill, Lan Xining pulled off her overcoat and hung it casually on the rack. Meng Shuyu sat in the living room, slowly sipping a cup of tea.

“You aren’t worried about Qingwu at all?” Seeing her so leisurely, Lan Xining spoke casually while naturally slipping into a pair of light blue cotton slippers. As she walked toward Meng Shuyu, she seemed to find the room too hot, pulling off her sweater to reveal the tight-fitting garment beneath.

Meng Shuyu: “…”

The wine-red bodysuit perfectly outlined her figure, and more importantly, it featured a provocative cutout at the chest.

“Are you that hot?” Meng Shuyu questioned.

“I’m fine for now. If it gets hotter later, I can take off another layer,” Lan Xining joked, sitting down extremely close to Meng Shuyu. Her softness swayed right before Meng Shuyu’s eyes.

Meng Shuyu’s face darkened. “…You really won’t rest until you’ve flirted your way to the grave, will you?”

Lan Xining blinked innocently. Though she was a woman in her forties full of mature charm, she insisted on putting on such a guileless front. She bit her lip and said, “Don’t you like it when I’m ‘shameless’? I think you like it quite a bit.”

Meng Shuyu stared at her grimly for a long while. Seeing Lan Xining return her gaze without a hint of fear, she suddenly let out a cold laugh. She picked up her phone and sent a voice command: “Turn off all the heating.”

Lan Xining: “???”

She looked confused. Glancing at Meng Shuyu’s cold face and then down at her own seductive outfit, she felt a sense of disbelief. Is my charm really that weak now?!

“I say, there’s no need to go that far, is there?” Lan Xining said gloomily. So what if she was wearing a little less? Was it necessary to kill the heat?

“Besides, what if you catch a cold? I’d be heartbroken~” Lan Xining reached out to hug Meng Shuyu, rubbing her chin against her shoulder.

Meng Shuyu’s body went stiff. She raised her hand to pry Lan Xining’s arms off her! Lan Xining immediately squeezed tighter, refusing to let go no matter how hard she pulled. A tug-of-war ensued.

“Lan Xining!”

“Present!” Lan Xining answered brightly while hugging her even tighter.

The veins on Meng Shuyu’s forehead throbbed; she looked utterly exasperated.

“Don’t be so cold to me,” Lan Xining pleaded, loosening her grip slightly but still refusing to let go.

Meng Shuyu snorted. “I’m cold to you? Don’t you know the reason yourself?”

“I don’t. All I know is that my technique is quite good,” Lan Xining said with a smile.

Meng Shuyu’s expression shifted, her eyes boring into Lan Xining.

“I’ll shut up.” Seeing that death stare, Lan Xining quickly silenced herself.

“Tell me. How did your family bully my daughter?” Meng Shuyu asked, her tone darkening.

Lan Xining rested her chin on Meng Shuyu’s shoulder and boldly draped a leg over Meng Shuyu’s lap. “The Old Man wants to set her up with the kid from the Ye family,” she said lazily.

The veins on Meng Shuyu’s forehead jumped again—it was hard to tell if it was from Lan Xining’s touch or the Old Man’s actions. Likely both.

“Your family truly sticks to the same old tricks,” Meng Shuyu sneered. Back then, her marriage to Lan Shantu had been a business alliance. Now that they were divorced, they actually dared to target her daughter!

“He has no choice,” Lan Xining sighed softly. “He wants to establish a more stable relationship with the Ye family, and Qingwu is the only one of suitable age. Of course he’d target her.”

“Why didn’t he dare ask me?”

Lan Xining burst out laughing, slumping against Meng Shuyu. “With your ‘madwoman’ reputation, who would dare approach you? They’re either afraid you’ll slaughter them or fear you’ll provoke them to death.”

Lan Xining still remembered when Meng Shuyu divorced Lan Shantu. The Old Man nearly ended up in the ICU from pure rage. It was Lan Shantu who had initiated the divorce, yet the Old Man blamed Meng Shuyu after she agreed. But Meng Shuyu was no delicate flower depending on others; she was a tigress. The Old Man was lucky she didn’t bite him to death.

“Then why do you dare?” Meng Shuyu shot her a cold look.

“I’m different. I know how soft you are.” Lan Xining tilted her head and lightly caught Meng Shuyu’s earlobe in her mouth, whispering suggestively, “And I know how warm you are.”

The hand around Meng Shuyu’s waist began to reach meaningfully lower.

Slap—

Meng Shuyu grabbed the hand, her face turning between pale and flushed. She gritted her teeth. “Lan Xining, have you no shame?!”

Caught in the act, Lan Xining wasn’t annoyed at all. Instead, her eyes curved into a smile. She blew a “flirtatious” breath into Meng Shuyu’s ear and whispered, “Do I even have ‘shame’ left when I’m in front of you?”

Even my self-respect is nearly gone.

Meng Shuyu flung her hand away and said coldly, “You can take a message back to the Old Man. If he dares to interfere in Qingwu’s affairs, he can see for himself if the Lan family is truly an unbreakable fortress!”

“Wow, so bossy. I love it.” Lan Xining didn’t seem to care at all that the threat was directed at her own family; instead, she looked at Meng Shuyu with adoration.

Meng Shuyu ground her teeth.

“Can I stay over tonight?” Lan Xining asked suggestively.

“Get out.”

“How heartbreaking. Don’t you miss me even a little?”

“Get out.”

The repeated “get out” caused Lan Xining’s gaze to drop. She said with a hint of dejection, “We’ve been entangled for so many years. Can’t you accept me yet?”

“You’ll be fifty after this year, and I’m forty-five. How much more time do we have to keep wasting like this?”

At this, she couldn’t help but sigh. When she was nineteen, Meng Shuyu had married into the Lan family. Back then, she kept a respectful distance from this powerful sister-in-law. But eventually, her eyes began to follow her more and more. This sister-in-law, whose personality was the polar opposite of her brother’s, began to occupy her heart and soul day and night. But because of the title “sister-in-law,” she could only stay away.

A year after the marriage, Meng Shuyu gave birth to Qingwu. When Qingwu was three, she divorced the brother and took the child back to the Meng family. After the divorce, the happiest person—besides Lan Shantu—was probably Lan Xining.

She began to approach Meng Shuyu, but for years, there was no progress. Until that one night, which changed everything. The strong, cold woman began to bloom like an exotic flower, her roots digging deep into Lan Xining’s heart.

The entanglement had lasted years, and they were no longer young.

“Meng Shuyu… I’m forty-five.” Lan Xining sighed, tracing circles over Meng Shuyu’s heart. “I’m not as strong as you. I also want a home.”

“Meng Shuyu, can you give me that home?”