Quick Transmigration: Drama Queen's Daily Life Chapter 1553 - 1542: The Playboy’s Repentance

Because they hadn’t seen each other for years, and they’d been neighbors and classmates as kids—basically growing up as childhood sweethearts—Mei Ya had a lot to say to Zhao Yabo. The two of them chatted and laughed together, making Ye Qiuxin’s heart involuntarily sour.

Whether it was because his gaze was too intense or the vibe around him too strange, Zhao Yabo couldn’t help asking, "Mr. Ye, you’re not minding that Xiao Ya and I are talking this much, are you? Mr. Ye might not know this, but Xiao Ya and I have been close since we were little. We even slept under the same quilt when we were kids!"

Mei Ya felt a bit uncomfortable listening to that and awkwardly argued, "That was all when we were kids, I don’t even remember that time anymore."

"So there’s nothing to be shy about. You’re not afraid Mr. Ye will get jealous, are you?" Zhao Yabo shrugged with a light chuckle, his expression full of teasing, as if Ye Qiu were being petty.

But Ye Qiu said bluntly, "Yeah, it does make me pretty jealous. I only regret that I didn’t get to grow up together with Xiao Ya."

As he spoke, he turned to Mei Ya with a gentle smile, then quietly took her hand. His left hand held Mei Ya’s, and his right held their daughter Xinrui’s. The sight made Zhao Yabo freeze for a moment, and then he felt distinctly uncomfortable.

This family of three—especially the way Mei Ya looked at Ye Qiu, full of affection—struck him as particularly glaring. If what he’d felt for her as a boy had only been a fleeting heartbeat, then the moment he met her again, with her smiling as she walked toward him, what he felt was a faint, stubborn unwillingness.

If he hadn’t left her back then, if he’d met her a bit earlier, would the man at her side now, holding her child’s hand, be him?

At the same time, he felt that such a good girl as Mei Ya didn’t quite match her husband. The truth was, he’d come back this time with the intention of looking for her, thinking that if she hadn’t married yet, he would fulfill his teenage dream. But he hadn’t expected to run into her right away, and she’d already married and had a child.

He had never imagined she’d marry so quickly. Judging by the child’s age, she basically got married right after graduating. Why had no one told him?

If he’d known, he would have come back a few years earlier. It was just a pity that back then he hadn’t yet recognized his true feelings. A failed marriage had taught him that life ought to be plain and warm, and had made him realize that, among all the people he’d met, the best choice for him had always been Mei Ya.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t known Mei Ya was dating in college; he had asked about her boyfriend. Hearing he was just a poor kid from the countryside, he hadn’t taken it seriously and had focused on developing his career abroad. He hadn’t expected the Mei Family wouldn’t oppose Mei Ya marrying Ye Qiu—and that she would actually look so happy.

Looking at the now so radiant Mei Ya, Zhao Yabo could only hate himself for not taking her seriously back then. Now no matter how much he regretted it, it was useless.

"I heard you were university classmates? Being young really is great, you can be together without worrying about anything." Zhao Yabo said with a tinge of bitterness.

How could Ye Qiu not get what Zhao Yabo meant? It was nothing more than thinking he’d taken advantage of Mei Ya’s youth and naïveté to coax her into marrying a poor guy like him, right?

He echoed the sentiment, "Yes, I’m very grateful for the courage I had back then, for not retreating just because I was poor. And I’m very grateful to Xiao Ya and my father-in-law and mother-in-law for not caring about those things and giving me this chance. Luckily, I haven’t let them down. Though I can’t compare to a wealthy man like Mr. Zhao, to have things as they are now, I’m already very content."

Mei Ya smiled as she met his gaze, giving him an encouraging look. Ye Qiu’s grip tightened around her hand.

Seeing them so loving only made Zhao Yabo even more stifled. The smile on his face faded a bit. "Mr. Ye, you’re already content with just this? Xiao Ya has always been exceptional—she deserves the very best."

Mei Ya also picked up on something off at this point and lightly knitted her brows. But she hadn’t seen Zhao Yabo for years, and to refute him to his face felt a bit like not giving him any respect. So she gently hooked Ye Qiu’s hand with her little finger, hoping he wouldn’t take it to heart.

Ye Qiu, however, didn’t care. This was his wife; the man was already provoking him right in front of her. If he backed down, could he still call himself a man?

In contrast to Zhao Boya’s cool expression, Ye Qiu’s smile grew even warmer. "Then what does Mr. Zhao think ’the best’ is? The richest man in the world? Even Mr. Zhao himself hasn’t achieved that. But when it comes to feelings for Xiao Ya, I believe there’s no one in this world who could love her more than I do."

How could Zhao Yabo not hear that Ye Qiu was staking out his territory? But if he argued back now, if he declared his feelings at this moment, Xiao Ya would probably really never want to say another word to him in the future.

"I can see Mr. Ye’s sincerity. In that case, I’m relieved."

"Is Mr. Zhao saying this as Xiao Ya’s older brother? If so, I should be treating Mr. Zhao to a meal. It’s just a pity you weren’t there when Xiao Ya and I got married."

Ye Qiu’s words were subtle, but Zhao Yabo still heard the underlying meaning—that he was just putting on a show of concern now. If he really cared so much about Mei Ya, why hadn’t he shown up for something as major as her wedding?

Ye Qiu’s tone, he had to admit, made him very unhappy—but Zhao Yabo really had nothing to say in response.

"Back then I was busy with my career. My family probably didn’t want to disturb me, so no one told me that Xiao Ya got married. I thought she’d take more time to think through something as important as marriage!"

"Then it just shows Mr. Zhao doesn’t understand Xiao Ya well enough." Ye Qiu shot back, and then followed up with a question, "And you, Mr. Zhao? You never had a girlfriend while you were abroad?"

Facing Mei Ya’s equally curious gaze, Zhao Yabo could only answer, feeling stifled, "I did have one girlfriend."

"From your tone, it sounds like you broke up. Why didn’t you get married?"

"Mr. Ye doesn’t feel he’s prying a bit too much?" Zhao Yabo replied evenly.

Ye Qiu hurried to apologize, "Sorry, it’s just that you and Xiao Ya are so close, so I was asking on her behalf."

"Really?" Zhao Yabo turned to ask Mei Ya.

At this moment, of course Mei Ya wouldn’t contradict her own husband. She shyly nodded. "Yabo, you’ve always been so outstanding. There must have been tons of women chasing you. How come you came back single?"

In that case, Zhao Yabo couldn’t keep hiding it. It was better coming from his own mouth than from someone else’s.

"Actually, I have been married once. But there were some conflicts after the wedding, so we eventually divorced."

Mei Ya was stunned and instantly felt a bit embarrassed, vaguely thinking that Ye Qiu’s earlier question had been somewhat inappropriate. She was just about to apologize when Ye Qiu spoke first.

"Mr. Zhao, I didn’t know about that. I’m sorry, I touched on a painful topic. But you’re so handsome, wealthy, and decent—there will definitely be an even better woman who comes into your life in the future."

Ye Qiu’s words sounded very sincere, to the point where even Zhao Yabo wondered if this was the same man who’d been jabbing at him just now. But then, seeing the gratified, moved look on Mei Ya’s face, Zhao Yabo silently fumed that Ye Qiu really knew how to put on a show—no wonder he had Xiao Ya so utterly devoted to him.