"What if it was me, and what if it wasn't? What can saying this now solve?"
That fire had deeply affected her, especially since Fu Siye had resented her for three years. But upon learning the truth at this moment, she felt a sense of release instead.
Fu Siye's throat felt constricted, as if a thorn had lodged itself there.
He was speechless at this moment.
The current Mu Yinyin, with her myriad of identities and wealth comparable to his, had Qimo, Lu Sinian, and Jiang Ling by her side.
Moreover, there would be more and more outstanding individuals appearing.
Her compensation would no longer matter to him.
"I... I'm sorry..." After a long pause, Fu Siye finally managed to utter these words.
It was clearly Mu Yinyin who had saved him, yet he had mistaken Nan Shiqing as his savior for three years, and had even… because of Nan Shiqing, involved himself with Mu Yinyin.
Thinking about it, he truly was in the wrong.
If Nan Shiqing hadn't replaced her, or if Nan Shiqing had never woken up, then his marriage with Mu Yinyin would have lasted a lifetime.
Upon hearing Fu Siye's apology, Mu Yinyin found it quite surprising.
Fu Siye had never bowed his head to her before, and now he was even apologizing to her.
It was as if the sun had risen from the west, and his conscience had finally awakened!
Or perhaps, with both Han Jingyi and Nan Shiqing now deceased, Fu Siye, finding himself alone, was now setting his sights on her.
"Fu Siye, I don't accept your apology. Your Han Jingyi is still waiting for you to go back and hold her funeral. You should hurry back."
After speaking, Mu Yinyin turned her back to him.
She had already started to walk away.
But Fu Siye quickly stood up and grabbed her wrist, "You don't even accept my apology. Are you really planning to be with Qimo?"
"Mu Yinyin, come back with me."
Hearing Fu Siye's words, Mu Yinyin burst into laughter, "Did I hear you correctly? It's your ex-girlfriend who died and needs a funeral, and now you're asking me to go back with you?"
"Should I go back to mourn with you? Fu Siye, she's your ex-girlfriend, not mine!" Mu Yinyin's emotions flared, and she retorted fiercely at Fu Siye.
Although the deceased should be respected, and Fu Siye was also emotional at the moment, she shouldn't have said these words. But if she didn't, she truly couldn't tolerate it!
"No."
Fu Siye replied to her, his gaze fixed.
Mu Yinyin became even more curious, "Since it's not, then why did you call me back? You can't possibly be asking me back to remarry, can you?"
"Yes."
Fu Siye answered with a single word.
Mu Yinyin looked at him as if he were a monster, unable to comprehend him. "I was with you for three years, and you never warmed up to me. Even when you gave me the divorce agreement, I asked you. You insisted on divorcing me, and now you're saying you want to remarry me?"
"If Nan Shiqing and Han Jingyi were still alive, I might believe this was your genuine intention. But if you're just looking for someone to accompany you, I suggest you have Mu Teng hold auditions for you instead," Mu Yinyin said coldly, struggling a couple of times.
Fu Siye didn't let go; in fact, he held on tighter. His voice was firm, "I'm talking about remarriage with you, and it is indeed because of their deaths. But it's not because I felt lonely after they died; it's because I finally understood."
"Han Jingyi pursued me first. Back then, to save her face in public, I agreed. Later, it was because I promised her mother. Her mother knew she liked me, and her mother was our art teacher; you know this."
"I agreed to marry Nan Shiqing because I thought Nan Shiqing had saved me, and I had to fulfill her wish, so I proposed divorce to you."
"Mu Yinyin, if I marry you, I must be responsible for you. I cannot let you be deceived by other men…"
"So I have to be hurt by you? Fu Siye, do you not find it ridiculous that you're saying such words about being responsible for me now?"
Mu Yinyin couldn't stand listening to Fu Siye anymore. She quickly interrupted him sternly, her expression showing a hint of impatience.
Now he talks about responsibility, what was he doing before?
Now that people are dead, he comes to her.
Now that he knows the truth, he wants to make amends. Is anything in this world that easy?
"Precisely because we are still here, I need to say these words. Human life is so fragile; we don't know which will come first, tomorrow or an accident," Fu Siye said, as if he had attained enlightenment.
However, Mu Yinyin didn't want to hear any of this.
She only knew that while she was wholeheartedly loving Fu Siye, he was indifferent to her. When she pleaded with him not to divorce, he insisted.
For the sake of a "life-saving debt," he protected Nan Shiqing at every turn, hurting her.
And now, he wants her to want this him? He says he finally understands?
What a joke, a colossal joke!
"Fu Siye, if I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have saved you from the fire. It would have been better if you had died in there too. If you were dead, I wouldn't have had to marry you. Now that so many excellent people have appeared in my life, I could have looked for someone else, and my family wouldn't have looked down on me for being divorced!"
Mu Yinyin's anger grew, and she glared at Fu Siye fiercely.
Upon hearing these words, Fu Siye immediately understood. Mu Yinyin had truly developed feelings for the people around her, but the obstacle was her previous divorce.
Even if Qimo and Lu Sinian themselves didn't mind, her parents surely would have had reservations.
In this regard, Fu Siye could no longer rest assured leaving Mu Yinyin there. "I'm just going back to handle her funeral. We'll be back in a day. You don't have to attend, but I promised her mother that before she died, she had donated a cornea to my grandmother."
Fu Siye held Mu Yinyin's hand, explaining the origin of his promise.
He was repaying this debt, and that debt, but why hadn't he ever thought about repaying her?
Mu Yinyin's heart was filled with pent-up rage and a great deal of resentment!
"Fu Siye, even if you didn't know it was me who saved you from the fire, what about my three years of effort for you? You turned a blind eye, and now you're talking to me about this! Let go!" Mu Yinyin finally lost her temper and struggled with all her might.
Fu Siye still didn't let go. Enraged, Mu Yinyin pulled out a silver needle and forcefully jabbed it into Fu Siye—
Fu Siye did not dodge. He even slowly and hoarsely said, "If this allows you to vent, then stab me a few more times."
Mu Yinyin did not show any leniency. She wasn't using needlework techniques, so after several jabs, small blood spots began to appear on the back of Fu Siye's hand!
"Yinyin, are you done venting?"
"On what grounds do you call me that? Did I permit you to?"