章 8: Chapter 8: You Still Have Your Gifted Tongue
Chapter 8: You Still Have Your Gifted Tongue
Her hand began to explore downward, her fingers lightly gliding across White Heng's cheek, resting on his chin, and then moving to his neck. Feeling the warmth of her fingertips, White Heng instinctively wanted to retreat. But the more he thought about retreating, the angrier he became, so he decided to simply reach up and pinch Ruan Mei's delicate, fair face. The sensation was indeed quite pleasant.
Topa and Charles, witnessing this, were immediately filled with dread. They thought, "This is a disaster. Not only has the project likely failed, but we're also going to get a severe reprimand from the board. Every member of the Genius Club is someone the company wants to court." After Ms. Black Tower agreed to cooperate with the Stellar Peace Company, this news was broadcast throughout the universe. They weren't sure why Ruan Mei suddenly showed interest in White Heng. But they knew that White Heng's offense would likely make her lose interest and develop a distaste for him.
However, White Heng, the person involved, merely tilted his head slightly and smiled, saying, "Now it seems fair."
Seeing White Heng's gaze, Ruan Mei's mouth slightly opened, and her eyes appeared a bit dazed. He seemed just like the person from her memories who used to tease her. His gaze, demeanor, and even his aura were strikingly similar.
"Sorry, Ms. Ruan Mei, White Heng didn't mean to offend," Topa, noticing Ruan Mei's slight emotional shift, tried to excuse him.
But to her surprise, Ruan Mei simply withdrew her hand and said, "It's fine." Her gaze shifted from White Heng to the others, her tone gentle and soothing. "Hello, I am Ruan Mei. I hope my previous action didn't startle you. It's my habit to open up perception through touch."
Despite her words, White Heng felt that Ruan Mei seemed to be confirming whether he was wearing a mask. And those seemingly indifferent almond eyes clearly held suspicion. It seemed that the events from the simulation were indeed real.
Though he had suspected this earlier, having it confirmed brought a unique feeling. If those twenty-two years were indeed his personal experience, what kind of relationship did he now have with the woman before him?
While White Heng pondered this, Ruan Mei continued, "I understand the purpose of your visit. Both the Astronomical Society and the Simulation Universe are fundamentally about studying the Star Gods. Since our goals align, I believe we can discuss."
Charles's gray eyes showed a hint of surprise. "Ms. Ruan Mei, do you mean...?"
"I am only representing my personal opinion. The specifics should be discussed between me and the representative from the Astronomical Society." She looked at White Heng again, her expression calm and unmoving.
At that moment, Black Tower, who had been lazily examining the snacks in front of her, spoke up, "In that case, we'll leave this to them. The two guests from the company, you can join me for a tour of the space station."
Seeing Black Tower speak, Topa and Charles naturally had no objections. Topa's visit to the Black Tower space station included addressing the issue of the excess frozen account from the previous month. So, the two followed Black Tower, leaving the meeting room.
Only Ruan Mei and White Heng remained in the meeting room. "Please sit," Ruan Mei gestured for White Heng to take a seat while she went to the snacks and personally prepared a cup of tea for him.
White Heng naturally accepted, "Thank you."
"Try the pastries. I made them myself," she said with remarkable calmness, showing no excitement at seeing an old acquaintance. However, just as White Heng was about to take a bite of a piece of begonia cake with his half cup of tea, she suddenly asked, "Are you him?"
The meeting room fell into a heavy silence, with the sound of their heartbeats clearly audible. He didn't expect the first question to be this. But after regaining his composure, White Heng didn't know how to answer. His lips moved, but he realized he didn't have the answer.
After a brief hesitation, White Heng looked at his reflection in the tea cup and said, "I am him, and I am not him."
Hearing this, Ruan Mei bit her lip slightly, her teeth pressing together. Is he him and not him... does that mean reincarnation? Her intuition told her that the person before her was not lying. Though she could use a "Truth Serum" to verify his words, she didn't want to do so with him.
Repeating this sentence in her mind, Ruan Mei asked her second question, "Then, do you still remember me?"
White Heng noticed that when Ruan Mei asked this question, her breath was visibly unstable. He looked into her clear, water-like almond eyes, smiled, and answered in a relaxed tone, "Yes, I remember. When I was little, I held your hand during a 'grabbing ceremony.' It was small, soft, and fragrant. And there was a time when you insisted on comparing the size of our lips, and I got beaten badly when I got home. The most memorable time was when I bravely praised the cakes you made, and you ended up sharing them with everyone in the manor, causing the restrooms to be full that night."
White Heng spoke at length. Ruan Mei, sitting opposite him, had a hint of relief in her eyes, as she could now be sure that the person before her was the reincarnation of White Heng. However, she also wore a smile so bland it made White Heng uneasy, with her brows deeply furrowed.
She began to regret not using the "Truth Serum" on him. What do you mean by comparing lip sizes and being the one who insisted? It was clearly the other way around, wasn't it? The thought of her first kiss nearly being easily deceived made Ruan Mei's expression grow richer. The fact that he shamelessly claimed she was the one who initiated it and that he praised her cakes so sincerely that she wanted to share them with everyone in the manor...
"White Heng, you still have your gifted tongue," Ruan Mei maintained her smile and said in a mild tone.
Sensing the atmosphere becoming slightly awkward, White Heng hesitated, "Uh, thanks for the compliment. But Ms. Ruan Mei, you..."
"Call me A-Ruan," Ruan Mei interrupted him.
"Oh, cough... But A-Ruan, you've changed a lot, at least in terms of personality."
"Is that so?" Ruan Mei casually took out a silver cube, which she held in her hand as it spun and collapsed into a long silver sword, approximately three feet and seven inches long. The sword, though bearing several battle scars, had an added edge of sharpness. Holding the sword, Ruan Mei's expression was "kind."
"This sword is called 'Nameless,' an heirloom from a past acquaintance. I've guarded it for over 600 years, hoping one day to return it to him."
"But I don't understand why, despite clearly remembering the past, he only chose to meet me now. White Heng, can you help explain?"
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