Zhu Rong stared at him blankly, shaking her head desperately.

“You should know,” Meng Yan’s voice was low, “that anyone who tries to hurt Yuan Yuan will not have a good ending!”

"I……"

Meng Yan grabbed an empty wine bottle and smashed it hard on the ground!

The bottle was shattered into pieces.

The broken glass left a mess on the ground.

Zhu Rong was terrified and screamed as she backed away, but Meng Yan didn't even blink when he smashed the bottle.

"I don't know who you are or what your purpose is," he said coldly. "But if you dare touch Yuan Yuan, your fate will be worse than this wine bottle. Understand?"

Zhu Rong's eyes were red, she dared not make a sound, and she trembled uncontrollably.

Meng Yan stood up and strode out of the bar.

Dressed entirely in black, he resembled someone walking through a hellish battlefield.

...

The next day, his assistant told him everything he had found out.

"Zhu Rong is indeed a member of the Huo family's medical team, majoring in psychology, and there's nothing else unusual about her. However, the photos she obtained were bought from someone else."

"What?"

"She bribed a servant in the Huo family and also bribed a nanny who works for Miss Huo in Southeast Asia." The assistant placed several documents on the table.

Meng Yan frowned; those documents were collection notices from various online lending platforms.

It cost Zhu Rong a lot of money to bribe these two people.

“The Huo family isn’t so easy to bribe,” the assistant chuckled. “It always takes some money.”

“No wonder,” Meng Yan said in a low voice. “Logically speaking, the Huo family’s medical team shouldn’t be paid too little, and Zhu Rong is usually very frugal. I thought she had some family burdens, but I didn’t expect…”

"Actually, the two people she bribed didn't get any firsthand information either." The assistant glanced at his boss's expression. "Those two are probably just... jumping to conclusions. The affair between Miss Huo and that young prince is still very much in the works, so it's unlikely..."

"Hmm," Meng Yan replied casually.

His face was calm and composed, but his hands at his sides were clenched into fists.

Yes, it's still very far off.

But the Huo family will have to draw that line sooner or later.

"Sir, what should we do with Zhu Rong?"

“She’s here, and she’s bribed someone from the Huo family.” Meng Yan said in a low voice, “Find an opportunity to reveal this to the Huo family’s butler and tell him to be careful.”

"I see."

The assistant nodded.

If the housekeeper finds out about this, those involved will naturally leave the Huo family. There's no need to make a big fuss; the matter can be resolved quietly.

However, Meng Yan hesitated for a moment, then took out a business card and handed it to his assistant.

"If the housekeeper finds out, Zhu Rong might lose her job... My name should still be of some use, let's help her find a job."

"yes."

"Don't let her know that I arranged all of this."

“I know.” The assistant nodded slightly. “Sir, what about those in Southeast Asia…”

"there……"

Meng Yan's voice was very soft, as if she were talking to herself.

He strolled to the French windows, put his hands in his pockets, and looked into the distance.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his face, a warm orange-red, as if taking him back to the border town, back to the days when she was by his side.

Lately, he has felt more and more clearly that he cannot live without her.

Even if it means venturing back into the nightmare.

After all, compared to having nightmares, he was more afraid of losing her.

Meng Yan smiled gently and whispered, "I will handle the matter over there myself."

"Sir?" the assistant asked, somewhat surprised.

"Book me a plane ticket to Southeast Asia," he turned to his assistant. "I'll leave the club's affairs to you for the time being."

...

While Huo Jiayuan was working on the design drafts overnight, He Chen stayed by her side the whole time.

Seeing her deep in thought, and occasionally sighing, He Chen smiled and handed her a cup of hot cocoa he had prepared.

“I remember you like sweets,” he said gently. “Sweet things can make people happy, would you like a little?”

"No need, thank you," Huo Jiayuan smiled.

"Trying to lose weight?"

"no!"

"That is..."

He Chen held the hot cocoa in mid-air.

No need to ask, it's definitely for that person...

He Chen chuckled self-deprecatingly and took the cup back.

“Yuan Yuan,” he whispered, “is he really that good?”

"Hmm, what else?" Huo Jiayuan didn't even look up, her attention was all on the design draft.

He Chen did not continue speaking.

I heard that person is from Biandu, and his background isn't very good. He often hangs out in various underground boxing rings and has some connections with people in the underworld.

The area is chaotic, rife with pornography and violence.

So, can someone like this really end up with Huo Jiayuan?

"Finally done!" Huo Jiayuan stretched, though exhausted, her excitement was palpable.

He Chen offered his congratulations softly and was about to invite her to a midnight movie to relax when she picked up her phone and made a video call.

He Chen understood that she was calling that person.

He silently withdrew.

As soon as the video call connected, Huo Jiayuan shouted happily, "I've finished my homework!"

Meng Yan looked at her tenderly, with a sea of ​​starlight behind him.

"Huh?" Huo Jiayuan was taken aback. "Is it nighttime in Yangcheng now?"

Meng Yan smiled without saying a word, and then the camera panned to reveal a pretty little flower.

Huo Jiayuan's heart seemed to skip a beat.

These colorful wildflowers are unique plants found along the streets of Nanyang and are a scenic feature of the area.

She stared at him blankly for a long time before softly calling his name: "Meng Yan, you..."

"I am coming."

The three simple words were like a surging wave, carrying Huo Jiayuan into an ocean of happiness.

"What did you say?"

“I said, I’m here to keep you company.” Meng Yan’s smile was as bright as the starry sky above him.

Huo Jiayuan stammered, "You...how did you come here? Didn't you say you...you didn't like Southeast Asia? You...you're not..."

“Yuan Yuan, I’m sorry.” His voice was deep and had a unique magnetism. “I didn’t think about you enough before. You needed my company, but I was so stubborn.”

“Now I understand,” he laughed, “what if someone else takes you away from me one day if I don’t come to be with you?”

"You're talking nonsense!" Huo Jiayuan's eyes welled up with tears, and she laughed back, "Am I that kind of person?"

"No. But I can't let anyone else care about you more than I do."

"Meng Yan, where are you now?" Huo Jiayuan ran out excitedly. "I'm coming to pick you up, wait for me!"

Her camera panned, and he clearly saw her run out of the room and into the yard.

Behind her was the Grand Palace, shrouded in the night.

Meng Yan's heart clenched painfully, and her other hand clenched into a fist, trembling uncontrollably.

From the moment he set foot on the land of Southeast Asia, he has been engaged in resistance.

With myself, and with that terrible dream.