Chapter 31 She is not you

When Meng Yanchen pushed open the door, Fu Wenying was sitting upright in the middle of the sofa, her fingers tightly clutching the silk shawl, her face gloomy.

Xu Qin was slowly walking down the spiral staircase.

"mom."

Meng Yanchen handed the coat to Aunt Wang.

"What's going on? Why is it so urgent?"

Fu Wenying pushed the phone in front of him.

"Yanchen, tell mom the truth, what exactly happened that night?"

On the screen was the blackmail text message that Lin Su had sent her.

"Is the phone really lost?"

Meng Yanchen glanced at Xu Qin.

She pursed her lips, her eyes flickering, "Brother, we are just worried that someone will deliberately approach you... and do something that will damage the reputation of the Meng family..."

"The reputation of the Meng family?"

Meng Yanchen suddenly chuckled, "When did you start to consider the reputation of the Meng family? Aren't you the one who has damaged the Meng family's reputation the most?"

"Brother!" Xu Qin suddenly looked up, his face pale.

Fu Wenying looked at her son in surprise - this was the first time in twenty years that he had spoken to Xu Qin in this tone.

Xu Qin was right. Her son had been acting more and more strangely recently, but if it was this kind of "strangeness", she could accept it.

A hint of surprise flashed across Fu Wenying's eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, then her face hardened again.

"Yanchen, come here and tell me what happened that night?"

Meng Yanchen adjusted his glasses, knowing that Xu Qin had said everything he could say.

He said calmly, "Something unexpected did happen. Someone approached me and tried to blackmail the Meng family. Fortunately, a friend showed up in time and the other party failed."

He paused, "I was afraid you and Dad would worry, so I didn't tell the truth."

Fu Wenying frowned, "Is it clean? Are there any hidden dangers?"

"We've filed a case with the police, and the man has left the city."

Meng Yanchen said firmly, "No video or photos have been leaked."

Fu Wenying finally relaxed a little, "Where's that friend who helped you? We in the Meng family can't be ungrateful."

"I'll find a chance to thank her properly."

He paused and added, "I really should thank her. She handled it very calmly and thoughtfully, even..."

Meng Yanchen adjusted his glasses and couldn't help but chuckle.

"They even considered not exposing it for fear of affecting Meng's stock price."

"oh?"

Fu Wenying didn't notice anything unusual about her son and nodded approvingly.

"That's a thoughtful child. Invite her to our house for dinner, or your father and I will go and thank her in person."

Meng Yanchen smiled and thought to himself, it was quite thoughtful. In that situation, he even considered the stocks she had just bought.

He held Fu Wenying's hand,

"No rush, she's been busy lately."

Fu Wenying gave a few more instructions and then asked Meng Yanchen to go upstairs to rest.

Xu Qin caught up with him, "Brother! Did she... send you to the hospital? You..."

Meng Yanchen instantly understood her subtext.

Veins popped out on the back of his hand as he stood on the escalator. He stopped and turned to look at Xu Qin.

"No, I didn't go to the hospital!"

Xu Qin's body instantly turned cold, and his voice trembled.

"That medicine...that medicine..."

Meng Yanchen chuckled, "She is not you, so she won't use the methods you and Song Yan use!"

These words stabbed into Xu Qin's heart like a knife.

She stumbled back, knocking over an antique vase.

Amid the sound of shattering porcelain pieces, she was hysterical. "How long are you going to humiliate me with this?! Have you always held a grudge against me and looked down on me?"

Meng Yanchen suddenly laughed in anger, his bony hands resting on the escalator, he took two steps back and looked down at her.

"Qinqin, you've been acting weird lately."

His voice was soft, but every word was piercing. "You've paid too much attention to our family and me."

Xu Qin clenched his hands hanging by his side into fists and looked at Meng Yanchen with his neck stiffened.

Meng Yanchen's eyes behind the glasses showed no emotion at all, and he said calmly,

"What? You found that being the daughter of the Meng family is more valuable than being Mrs. Song? Does it matter what I think of you? Do I hold a grudge against you? Not to mention. I just think that you, as the daughter of the Meng family, are still as ignorant as ever. Is this kind of thing worth alarming your parents? What effect do you want to achieve? To interrogate me through them, or to put pressure on me?"

Xu Qin stood there, trembling all over, and only heard Meng Yanchen's orders,

"Send the young lady back. Song Yan must be getting anxious."

After taking a shower, Meng Yanchen walked out of the bathroom, drying his hair. In the mist, he caught a glimpse of the silent mobile phone on the bedside table.

He picked up his phone and the screen lit up and then dimmed.

The dialog box still stays on that lonely line

Thank you for yesterday.

Fan Shengmei still didn't reply to his message.

He walked to the desk and pulled out the list of "crimes". He paused with his pen on the paper and wrote down dissatisfiedly:

5. Not replying to messages promptly (×) — Impolite

With the tip of his pen hovering over the paper, he looked up at the clock on the wall. It was nine-fifteen.

Are you still working overtime?

Or was he dragged out for social events again?

He put down his pen and picked up his phone again.

After hesitating for a moment, he opened the dialog box and typed in:

【Have you returned home?】

Too ambiguous, deleted.

Retype: [Did work go well today? ]

Inappropriate, too abrupt, delete it.

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he quickly typed out a paragraph:

[Yang Chengdong's case has been resolved. He was retained to investigate a mole. The company's bid documents were frequently leaked, and they used him as bait. The matter has now been resolved. Thank you for your reminder.]

Meng Yanchen looked at the message with satisfaction - it was official business, not ambiguous, and very natural.

The moment I clicked send, a glaring red exclamation mark popped up.

[You are not the other party's friend yet. Send a friend request first. You can chat only after the other party accepts it. ]

Meng Yanchen stared at the screen and didn't react for a moment.

He sent another message in disbelief, still with a red exclamation mark.

“…”

"Deleted?"

He laughed in anger, grabbed a pen, and added another one after the fifth one.

5. Not replying to messages promptly – impolite (×)

Deleting without notifying the other party is very rude (××××××××××××)

The last x almost pierced the paper.

He threw the phone on the bedside with a "bang", turned over and fell asleep, but he couldn't help but look at the quiet phone again.

Apparently, the calming incense I used tonight wasn't very effective...

"Meng Yanchen, Meng Yanchen, can you hear me?"

Hearing a gentle call in his ears, Meng Yanchen frowned and opened his eyes with difficulty.

The familiar black wallpaper, the metallic floor lamp, and the crystal glasses reflecting the light on the coffee table - this is the VIP box of Xiao Yixiao's bar.

Fan Shengmei's face was very close.

Her eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows in the light, her red lips were slightly parted, and her warm breath brushed against his hot skin.

His blood was boiling, and the heat brought by the medicine reached its peak at this moment.

The string of reason suddenly broke.

Meng Yanchen untied her tie with one hand, grabbed the back of her head, and kissed her fiercely and passionately.

Fan Shengmei's low moan of pain was swallowed by him, and the material of his suit trousers made a rustling sound as it rubbed against her thighs.

“Crash—”

The wine glasses on the coffee table were swept to the ground.

Fan Shengmei was pressed under him, her fingers unconsciously tugging at his shirt, and the metal cufflinks hit the coffee table, making a crisp sound.

"Meng Yanchen..." She called his name softly between breaths.

The sound made his movements even more ferocious.

His fingertips brushed across her slender waist, and the coolness of the belt buckle against her bare skin stirred a shudder...

Gorgeous fireworks exploded——

Meng Yanchen suddenly opened his eyes.

The bedside clock shows 5:20, and it is almost dawn outside the window.

He was sweating all over, breathing rapidly, and pulling away the pajamas that were sticking to his chest.

He turned his head to look at the bedside, but his phone screen was still dark, and there was still no news from her...