Chapter 887 Who is the 'she' you are talking about

had never imagined that she would be in a situation where he lost control and acted irrationally. She thought men like him were too deep, too far-sighted, and she didn't understand him. She certainl..."Open the door!"

The door was pounded upon impatiently. The man inside, drunk and hazy, heard the noise and stumbled to his feet, staggering toward it.

As soon as the door opened, Song Mengmeng eagerly squeezed in. "Ugh, what's going on The house is such a mess."

It was already morning. Song Mengmeng took a flight last night and arrived early in the morning. He had sent her the address before, and he also bought a lot of medicine and fresh vegetables before rushing over.

Sima An had slept for a few hours and was feeling a bit better. Looking at the woman in front of him, he muttered, "I thought you weren't coming. You're so slow."

He actually thought she was late.

Song Mengmeng's face was dark, she didn't explain anything, and shouted at him aggressively, "Move aside! Look at your place, it's like a dog's den."

My goodness, there are seven or eight empty beer bottles, scattered messily on the desk. Potato chips and fried chicken, all greasy fried foods.

The bowl and the cup seem to have not been washed for days, both covered with green mold.

"You don't even know to clean up!" she muttered, tidying things up efficiently.

"Lanlan wouldn't let me hire a maid. She said she didn't like outsiders in her room. She's been out of town for a week, and I," He ran his hand through his messy hair, his clothes wrinkled and disheveled, yet he still managed to flash her a bright smile. "I wouldn't clean up this mess."

"Your uncle was born lucky, he doesn't have to do chores. Go away and don't bother me while I work." Song Mengmeng cleaned the living room in a few minutes and packed two large bags of garbage.

He gave him a thermometer, Sima An obediently sat in the corner to measure his temperature, and then told her slowly, "38.7 degrees."

"Well, at least my brain is still intact."

He really liked watching her do housework. "Mengmeng, you're getting more and more sarcastic,"

"I guess there's no other way. Life forces you to be strong, especially when you have kids." I blurted out.

"What child"

Song Mengmeng was flustered and blurted out, "What are you talking about Are you feeling worse again I haven't said anything about a child. Just drink more water."

It seems Sima An was truly unwell, and she managed to convince him with a little white lie.

"I bought some medicine, don't eat it first, wait a bit. I'll make some porridge first." She said, then went back into their kitchen with hardship. Their kitchen was also in disarray, and she had to scrub the pots first.

The man lounging comfortably in the living room called out to the kitchen, “I don’t want congee, I want you to cook me char siu hor fun…”

"No!" Song Mengmeng looked at the kitchen full of greasy grime, and she immediately got angry.

No wonder he got sick, living in this trash heap.

She spent a whole hour cleaning up the kitchen. She was exhausted and sweaty, probably from running around all day and staying up late. Her face looked a bit pale.

"Alright, have some congee." She brought out a pot of dried scallop and lean meat congee.

But he saw the man lying on the sofa slouched and asleep.

Seeing Sima An looking so tired and weary, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. Song Mengmeng didn't understand why he worked so hard. No matter how successful his career was, his ambition seemed never-ending.

That's probably the difference between her and him; she just wants a comfortable life.

After tidying up their 200-square-meter apartment, except for their bedroom, Song Mengmeng felt exhausted like a dead dog and sat in the corner. Only then did she remember to take a sip of water.

At that moment, the sound of a doorknob turning came from outside the door. She turned her head to look, and a fashionable and dazzling woman pushed the door open and entered.

Lanlan's face turned sour the moment she saw her, and she shrieked angrily, "How did you get here!"

Compared to Lanlan's excitement, Song Mengmeng's pale face looked a little tired. She weakly pointed at the man asleep on the sofa with her finger and whispered, "Sima An fell asleep." She was holding a disposable plastic cup of water but hadn't even taken a sip yet.

Song Mengmeng automatically walked towards the door.

Lanlan's eyes were sharp and wary, watching her like a thief.

“I didn't mean to offend...”

Song Mengmeng remembered what Sima An had mentioned, that this woman disliked having nannies and didn't like people coming into her house, so she politely apologized first.

However, Lanlan wasn't buying it. She was still very angry and slammed the door shut. The two women stood outside together.

"I solemnly warn you, this is not a place for you!"

"Song Mengmeng, don't be too greedy. You already have a thousand square meters mansion over there, and you want to grab our tiny apartment too Don't be too much!"

Lanlan glared menacingly at Song Mengmeng, convinced she was up to something. She snarled, "I know about the situation between your family and the Sima family. Sima An told me everything. He only agreed to marry you to avoid marrying your younger sister, and you're just a pathetic wretch that the Song family cast out. Sima An took you in out of kindness, don't be so shameless and cling to him. You don't deserve him!"

Song Mengmeng's face became even paler.

She kept her head down and remained silent, offering no retort.

Lan Lan's sharp eyes stared at her, as if she were a wicked person with ulterior motives who wanted to ruin their love.

"Whether you believe it or not, I never intended to hurt anyone. I...I don't even have the capability..."

She whispered a final sentence, then turned and left.

Perhaps because she had been busy all night and was exhausted, when Song Mengmeng stepped into the elevator, she felt a bit dizzy. She grabbed the handrail beside her weakly, looking at the woman with anger on her face who left opposite her, and suddenly found it funny.

Why rush over here I worked hard for half a day, didn't even get to drink a cup of water, and ended up being scolded like this.

"That was really pointless," Song Mengmeng warned herself. There wouldn't be a next time.

Next time, she will show no mercy.

The elevator doors closed, and Lanlan watched her leave. Still angry, she slammed the door open with a bang.

The tremoring sound caused even the neighbors next door to open their doors and peek out, all they could hear were shouts of curses.

"Get up, you lazy bum!"

"What do you mean by bringing her here! I told you, no outsiders are allowed in my place, especially that woman. Are you having an affair with her! What dirty things did you two do in this room while I was away on a business trip for a week—"

Then came the sound of shattering glass, crash after crash. The once tidy house was thrown into chaos again.

“Lanlan, calm down.” Sima An's headache worsened.

He tried hard to say something, but Lanlan was furious.

"Sima An, you have guts! You always say you love me, yet you're entangled with her. Did you two sleep together While I'm away on business, you're having an affair here, in my house You dare!"

He grabbed a vase from the shelf and held it high, aiming for his face. He tried to block it with his arm, but his fever made him weak and slow to react. The vase smashed directly into his head, leaving him bleeding profusely.

Seeing Sima An sitting helplessly on the sofa, his face covered in blood, Lan Lan finally calmed down. She took several deep breaths, and the two fell into a sudden silence.

"Apologize to me right now!" she was still furious.

Every time she gets angry, it's Sima An who softens his voice to coax and appease her.

This time she waited for several minutes, the man sitting on the sofa still didn't speak. Lanlan threw her bag directly at his head again, "I asked you to explain immediately!!"

"You slept with that slut Song Mengmeng, didn't you!"

Sima An wiped the blood from his eye corner with his sleeve, raising his eyes and speaking in a cold voice, "Song Mengmeng is still my legal wife according to my red book. If I sleep with her, she's a slut. So what are you"

One word left Lanlan speechless.

"Lanlan, I give you over a million every month, not for you to act like a crazy woman. I like the little bit of stubbornness you have, but she would never be as senseless and smash things like you are now!"

Sima An's cold eyes held no trace of the sweetness and indulgence he had shown before, as if everything that had happened before was merely an illusion.

Lanlan's heart was pounding in her chest, she didn't know who he meant by "she".

Lately, she had gotten used to being spoiled and pampered, and Sima An seemed to indulge her every whim. But suddenly, she realized she didn't know this man in front of her at all.ut to explain that they were on their way, but the temperature was getting lower and lower, and the sky outside was as dim as dusk. People began to feel anxious and worried."Our hotel has done everyth...