Chapter Forty-Eight: Are You Disgusted by Me?

Yihua Yang still wanted to say something, but Rong Luozheng dragged her out.

She shouted, "Do you think I care about being your daughter-in-law? Do you think your son is good enough for me? Dream on."

Aunt Du grabbed me, "Lanshan, don't be afraid. Our Du family will definitely take responsibility for you. I'll go discuss it with your Uncle Du right away. Why don't you two get engaged first?"

My father jumped in to oppose, "No."

Uncle Du retorted, "Why not? As long as they're willing, after all that's happened, what does your objection mean?"

I felt so miserable, so miserable that I just wanted to find a place to hide from everyone.

My father sighed, "Let's step outside for now."

After they left, I pulled Du Fanchuan to sit at the edge of the bed, wrapped myself tightly in the blanket, and asked, "Du Fanchuan, think carefully—what really happened last night?"

He bowed his head, tugging at his hair, trying hard to remember, then shook his head, "I truly can't recall. I... I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

I smiled helplessly, "What's the point of apologizing? I never asked you to take responsibility."

He looked up, "Don't worry, you know I've never forgotten you. I will take responsibility for you, I promise I'll marry you."

My voice was cold, "Stop. I don't want that."

He asked timidly, "Do you... despise me?"

I nodded honestly, "Yes, I think you're dirty."

In truth, once I'd calmed down, I carefully revisited every detail of last night. The more I thought about it, the more impossible it seemed that Du Fanchuan was responsible. No matter how despicable he could be, he would never drug me. Last night, my memory was fragmented, but I retained a few impressions—the man had a scent different from Du Fanchuan's.

I picked up my pillow and sniffed it; that scent lingered. Staring at a spot, I suddenly caught sight of a short strand of hair. I picked it up and examined it for a long time—it was so black, so shiny, so coarse, definitely not Du Fanchuan's. His hair was soft.

At that moment, I didn't know whether to feel relieved or grieved.

I carefully tucked the strand of hair between the pages of my notebook by the bedside and sent Du Fanchuan out so I could change.

At the door, he turned back, "Don't worry, I will marry you."

When I entered the living room, everyone was still there. Yihua Yang wore an expression of gleeful anticipation, clearly waiting for my humiliation. I knew she was delighted, finally free of Du Fanchuan. I even knew that today's events must be tied to her.

She had never been a good person.

But I couldn't let her have her way. If I was destined for hell, I'd drag her down with me.

The reason I ended up here was all thanks to her.

Uncle Du and Aunt Du smiled eagerly, asking if I was willing to marry Du Fanchuan.

I glanced at Du Fanchuan's expectant face. "I'm sorry, I'm not willing."

Du Fanchuan stared in shock, "Don't worry, why? Don't you love me anymore?"

I glanced at Yihua Yang, "Sorry, Du Fanchuan, I love you. But from the moment you slept with Yihua Yang, it was impossible for us to be together. You belong to her now."

As expected, Yihua Yang jumped up, "What do you mean, 'he belongs to me'?"

I shrugged, "Isn't it obvious?"

Uncle Du cleared his throat, "Lanshan, you know our Du family has liked you for so many years. We don't want anyone else, only you as our daughter-in-law."

I suddenly asked, "How did you know we were here?"

As soon as I spoke, their gazes all shifted to Yihua Yang. Uncle Du asked suspiciously, "Yes, Yang, how did you know they were here? Could it be..."