Rebirth: The Fake Young Lady Is A Real Young Lady Chapter 889: Asking Questions

Chapter 889: Asking Questions....
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
As if the heavens had heeded Guan Bo t s call, the bottle’s opening perfectly pointed toward Zhao Yuan.
Guan Bo looked at Zhao Yuan with excitement, asking with a joyful expression, “Truth or dare?”
Zhao Yuan was utterly speechless. She was certain that if she uttered the word “dare,” Guan Bo would probably seize the opportunity to engage in a ten-minute-long French kiss right in front of everyone.
To avoid an awkward situation like Shen Xi’s, Zhao Yuan decisively chose truth.
Although slightly disappointed, Guan Bo still anticipated Zhao Yuan’s response.
He held her shoulders, his deep gaze locking onto her eyes, and earnestly asked, “Yuan, do you like me?”
All eyes were now on Zhao Yuan, and even Shen Xi forgot her awkward sitting posture, eager to hear how Zhao Yuan would respond.
Zhao Yuan felt a bit pressured. She had some feelings for Guan Bo, but the events of four years ago lingered in her mind. The fright and humiliation she experienced that night almost drove her insane.
Even though four years had passed, Zhao Yuan would occasionally be haunted by nightmares, staring at the man beside her in bed, momentarily consumed by fear.
Thus, she couldn’t bring herself to say the word “like.”
Staying true to her heart, Zhao Yuan said, “l have positive feelings, but I can’t say I like you.”
Her words struck Guan Bo’s heart like a sharp stone, piercing deep and leaving a painful wound.
Guan Bo laughed at his greed. Especially during those nights when Zhao Yuan woke up abruptly, he should have known that such moments were clear signs that his sins couldn’t be easily repaid.
Indeed, one could not commit a wrongdoing without eventually facing the consequences.
Guan Bo forced a smile and said, “It’s okay, it’s okay. Continue.”
Guan Bo’s attempt at nonchalance drew sympathetic sighs, but it couldn’t be denied that he brought this upon himself. He was reaping what he sowed.
Gu Chen’s gaze flickered slightly. He had looked into Guan Bo’s affairs and knew something about the grievances between Guan Bo and Zhao Yuan, particularly the incident four years ago when Shen Xi took Zhao Yuan away from Guan Bo’s house.
He couldn’t help but wonder if one day, Shen Xi discovered that he had exerted mental and emotional control over her, would she react similarly to Zhao Yuan now—perhaps liking him but unable to accept being together?
A wave of inexplicable panic crossed Gu Chen’s mind, but he quickly shook his head, admonishing himself not to entertain such thoughts. After all, if he didn’t do what he did, there would be no chance for him and Shen Xi.
So, the consequences, however dire, were merely a continuation of the status quo: Shen Xi and him remaining strangers.
The bottle on the table continued to spin. Under everyone’s gaze, it slowly pointed to the new addition to the group, Han Cheng.
Han Cheng looked a bit uneasy as he glanced at Ye Min and ultimately chose truth.
Distractedly, Guan Bo asked, “Does the person you like, like you back?”
Guan Bo’s tone carried a touch of sadness, making Zhao Yuan feel a bit uncomfortable.
Meanwhile, Han Cheng seemed stunned. What kind of question was this?
His gaze instinctively turned to Ye Min, and feeling a bit embarrassed, he said,
“Well, I really don’t know, so I might have to ask.”
Guan Bo’s sorrowful gaze focused on Han Cheng and Ye Min. Seeing the obvious tension in their eyes, he felt even worse. He said in a dispirited tone,
“Then go ahead and ask!”
In the dim light, Han Chengs eyes flickered nervously as he stared at Ye Min. Carefully, he asked, “Do you… do you like me?”
The words hung in the air, and Han Chengs ears started to burn. He couldn’t even meet Ye Min’s eyes, keeping his head down and glancing around the floor.
Ye Min forcefully turned Han Chengs face toward her, then nodded calmly, saying, “Look here. If you’re asking me, you should look at me. Otherwise, I might think you’re asking if the Earth likes you.”
Han Cheng swiftly raised his head, looking at Ye Min with urgency. “l didn’t ask the Earth. I’m asking you.”
Ye Min gazed at the earnest boy before her, her eyes forming a crescent moon of amusement and tenderness. “l like you!’
“What?” Although he had a hunch about Ye Min’s feelings, hearing her say the word “like” still shocked Han Cheng..