Rebirth in 1986: Unforgettable Regrets
Chapter 130: Truly Unmoved? (Three Updates)

Chapter 130: Chapter 130: Truly Unmoved? (Three Updates)

"You’ve even forgotten Qi Yufei, can’t I have feelings for a woman?" Mo Siyu retorted.

Tang Mingli was at a loss for words. Back then, he had put in a lot of effort to pursue Qi Yufei. After they broke up, he became desolate for a long time, and it was Mo Siyu who had been there for him all along. At that time, he truly believed that he would never have feelings for any woman in his life again.

"You can have feelings for anyone, but you can’t have them for my Xiao Yue," Tang Mingli said irritably. "Xiao Yue needs someone’s care all the time, and you can’t provide that, you should know that better than me."

Mo Siyu said, "After we get married, I can stop racing, and then I can spend more time with her."

Tang Mingli: ...

After a long time, Tang Mingli finally said, "Si Yu, are you serious?"

Tang Mingli stared at Mo Siyu without blinking, trying to read some emotion from his face, but he couldn’t discern anything.

"Mingli, you should know my personality," Mo Siyu answered ambiguously, yet Tang Mingli understood.

Once Mo Siyu made a decision, he never changed his mind.

What about Xiao Yue had caught Mo Siyu’s attention?

His niece was great, that wasn’t him boasting. Yet, there were others who had better family backgrounds and were more beautiful than Tang Yue who had pursued Mo Siyu, and he had never been moved.

*

Tang Yue returned to the hospital room, Mo Siyu’s words kept floating in her mind.

"Xiao Yue, my mother really likes you. I mean, why don’t we turn this play-acting into reality, let the misunderstanding be true?"

His voice was low, and the words that came from his mouth were extraordinarily pleasant to hear.

It was probably the kind of voice that could ’impregnate ears’.

"Xiao Yue, my mother really likes you. I mean, why don’t we turn this play-acting into reality, let the misunderstanding be true?"

As soon as Tang Yue closed her eyes, that sentence would repeat itself in her mind, combined with Mo Siyu’s handsome face, it was almost like a curse. And yet, she couldn’t control herself. Knowing it was a curse, she still couldn’t stop thinking about it over and over again.

With each recollection, her heartbeat seemed to race even faster.

The door to the hospital room opened.

Tang Yue belatedly came to her senses; she had been daydreaming about one line for so long.

"Xiao Yue." Tang Mingli looked at Tang Yue, hesitating to speak.

Wei Jiajia took the initiative and said, "Mingli, I’m going to buy some things and also check out what we’ll have for dinner."

"Jiajia, thank you," Tang Mingli expressed his gratitude for Wei Jiajia’s reasonable approach.

Wei Jiajia’s cheeks dimpled with a smile, shining brightly and looking quite lovely.

Suddenly, only the uncle and niece were left in the hospital room.

Even though he had been a little hurt on this trip to Shenzhen, Tang Mingli was still very happy. No matter what, having settled the sewing machine deal, and the fabric factory deal as well, made him satisfied.

Once they returned to Wangjiang County and sorted out the factory space, and the sewing machines were in place, they would be able to formally set up the garment factory.

And his relationship with Wei Jiajia, going from uncertain to certain that she was the one, also made Tang Mingli feel very good about having found his other half in life.

But who could have known that Mo Siyu would pop up? Xiao Yue was only seventeen years old; although in this day and age, it was not uncommon for seventeen-year-olds to get engaged and for eighteen to nineteen-year-olds to get married, he still felt unhappy.

Even though she wasn’t his daughter, he felt a sense of reluctance as if a carefully nurtured flower was about to be taken away by someone else.

"Xiao Yue, what do you think? Have you really decided to be with Mo Siyu?"

"From now on, Mo Siyu might only be able to come back a few times throughout the year."

The more Tang Mingli thought about it, the more he felt that this marriage arrangement wasn’t so great.

"Uncle, you might have misunderstood," Tang Yue said with a dark expression, hurriedly explaining, "He and I... are just ordinary friends. How could he and I possibly get married?"

"Really?" Tang Mingli’s eyes lit up, but then he felt skeptical again. Although Mo Siyu was a reserved person, his face had a strikingly lethal charm.

"Yes," Tang Yue nodded, never having contemplated this possibility. When it was suddenly placed in front of her, she felt a sense of unreality.

"Xiao Yue, look into my eyes, are you truly not moved?" Tang Mingli had a feeling that Tang Yue’s answer came too quickly, so swiftly that it seemed somehow guilt-ridden.

Their eyes met; Tang Yue opened her mouth to speak but couldn’t utter any falsehoods.

In her past life, her gratitude towards Mo Siyu was boundless; if possible, she would have willingly given up her life for him.

After being reborn, Mo Siyu was different from the cold person he used to be. If before she worshiped him and was grateful to him, seeing him as a distant figure, sometimes she would even hope to be by his side to keep him from being alone.

But now, the present Mo Siyu was vividly in front of her. Now she was an unmarried high school girl, not the abandoned, infertile woman facing death of her past life, and he was a handsome young man.

"I knew it; he’s so outstanding, how could you possibly be unmoved?" Tang Mingli sighed and said, "Xiao Yue, Si Yu’s character is good, but it’s just his job..."

"Uncle, you are thinking too much, we are really nothing right now," Tang Yue couldn’t help but respond.

"Whatever Si Yu has wanted, he’s never failed to get. Now that it’s a person, I’m afraid no one can resist his charm," Tang Mingli saw this very clearly.

Night.

Tang Yue lay in her small bed, thinking about Tang Mingli’s words. She tossed and turned, unable to sleep, always feeling this sense of unreality. The future tycoon, a bachelor with unlimited prospects like a diamond in the rough, actually harboring thoughts of dating her?

No, it should be thinking of marrying her.

Tang Yue closed her eyes, Mo Siyu’s words echoing in her ears. She simply opened her eyes, wondering how she should respond the next time she saw Mo Siyu.

Would she flee without dignity like she did today?

No. She was Tang Yue, reborn with an extra life. She couldn’t be so timid.

But if not timid, then how should she respond?

Having thought about it for most of the night, Tang Yue finally remembered when she was about to fall asleep: wasn’t there a time when, after her uncle got drunk, Mo Siyu took her home, and he kept nagging her not to date in high school?

Wasn’t this the perfect way to reject him?

The new semester was starting, only in the second year of high school; two more years to go. If Mo Siyu was just a passing fancy, then the matter could be let go.

But if Mo Siyu truly had... thoughts about her, then why shouldn’t she muster the courage to give it a try?

Even though he would be a billionaire in the future, right now, he was just an ordinary driver, a delivery man. In the future, she would surely not be a nobody; she would strive to better herself, and perhaps she might be able to stand by his side.