Chapter 4 Chapter 4 The first time in his life he was touched by a woman...

A dark blue Maybach stopped at the door of the villa.

Yu Chengjin sat in the back seat, pinching his brows wearily. The party had gone on too late yesterday, and a bunch of unexpected incidents had occurred. As the host, he had to deal with the aftermath, so naturally, he hadn't gotten much rest the entire night.

Yu Chengjin has attended many parties and cocktail parties since he was a child, but he has never experienced such a thrilling night.

In one night, some people came uninvited and ordered naked male models, some people fainted and their lives were in danger, some people were thrown from the second floor, and some people were kicked into the swimming pool... In the end, there were not many guests, but almost everyone left with a smile, their fingers typing quickly on the mobile phone screen, enjoying the show.

It goes without saying that everything that happened at the party last night has probably been shared as gossip in the circle and known to everyone.

The person at the center of all these unexpected events is the leader of the domestic clothing industry and the only daughter of the Morikawa Group.

After receiving a phone call, he left the party that she had disrupted into a mess, and walked away without even looking back.

——Leaving only the protagonist Yu Chengjin to clean up the mess with a sigh.

However, he felt that he was not the one in the worst mood.

The sun was shining outside the window. Yu Chengjin squinted his eyes and saw a tall and thin man coming out of the villa door.

The beanie covered nearly 80% of his head, with a few strands of messy blonde hair slightly overflowing from the edge. The black sunglasses made him look extremely cold and stern. He walked towards the Maybach with his hands in his pockets.

"Bang--"

The car door was opened and closed, and the man sat in the back seat, pursing his lips tightly and saying nothing. His entire sharp face was hidden under his sunglasses. Just being close to him made the temperature feel as if it had dropped by five degrees.

Here comes the person in the worst mood.

Yu Chengjin turned his head and looked at the young master who was in a worse mood than him, and greeted him with a suppressed smile.

"Did you sleep well?"

Don't bring up things that are not related to the topic.

The eldest young master snorted irritably as a reply.

Being mistaken for a male model duck, having his abs touched and his butt patted, being kicked into the swimming pool in public, and finally being recognized by the crowd...

I guess there are probably posts online now saying "Well-known street dancer Aiden appeared at Mr. Yu's private party in San Francisco", and then pictures of himself getting soaked in the swimming pool and looking miserable.

The Maybach began to drive smoothly. A gentle breeze blew through the window, and the sun shone warmly. The golden hair on the side of his face was almost transparent white under the sunlight.

Jiang Chongyan glanced out the window at the trees and road speeding by and pressed the button. The black sun visor slowly rose, and his expressionless and stern face gradually disappeared into the darkness.

"..." Yu Chengjin turned his head to look at him, a rare smile of interest flashing across his face.

No one dared to provoke Jiang Chongyan. He had never seen Jiang Chongyan so frustrated, so he continued to ask with interest, "Are you and Miss Xin Tong old acquaintances?"

As soon as he asked the two key words "Xin Tong", he saw that Jiang Chongyan's expression, which had just been considered unpleasant, immediately turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"What do you think?"

The young master squeezed out three words, almost gritting his teeth.

"I don't even know her!"

"Well, I didn't know you. But when we first met, I mistook you for a male model and groped you all over."

Yu Chengjin suppressed a smile. Thinking it over, he actually felt Xin Tong's reaction was understandable. After all, there were only two types of people at the scene: the second generation or the male models. While there were certainly some good-looking people in their industry, maintaining good looks wasn't something they prioritized; simply being neat and presentable was enough.

As for making an effort to maintain beauty and dress up, that is something only people who have lost their power would do.

Jiang Chongyan has extremely outstanding looks and likes all kinds of trendy accessories and outfits. He is indeed out of tune with other second-generation males in the circle, and people mistakenly believe that he is engaged in a profession that relies on his looks to make a living.

"Didn't you throw someone off the second floor before? Now you two are even."

Yu Chengjin sighed, "She is He Chuan's daughter. Morikawa's business has been growing bigger and bigger in recent years. If they really become enemies, it will be difficult to resolve."

"But I don't think she's that angry. She's more playful." Master Yu recalled the whole process of getting along with the young lady last night and smiled warmly, "She's quite interesting."

--"interesting?"

Yu Chengjin heard the man sitting next to him chewing on the two words word by word.

The car stopped steadily, and the man immediately opened the door and got out, with his hands in his trouser pockets, leaving Yu Chengjin with only a cool back view.

"Young Master." Yu Chengjin shook his head secretly, rolled down the car window and said to the man's back, "I'll personally take you to the airport. Can you at least say goodbye to me?"

The man stopped, turned his head, and raised his chin slightly towards him nonchalantly, his expression much softer.

"Next time you come back to China, come find me and I'll welcome you."

"Mr. Jiang from your family asked when you'd be back." Yu Chengjin finally spoke in a gentle voice, stating his primary purpose. "He even called me."

"..." The little smile on the man's face froze immediately, and then he quickly turned around, leaving only a cold and stern back.

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Jiang Chongyan walked through security with his hands in his pockets. The ground staff noticed he had nothing in his hands, not even a bag or a bag, and asked if he had any checked luggage, confirming it two or three times.

When he was leaving, he heard the foreigner mumbling something and staring at his hands.

I don't understand. His English is poor and he is too lazy to learn.

Even if he didn't understand, he knew what the foreigner was saying. On the more than ten-hour flight from San Francisco to Wucheng, China, this guy hadn't brought a single bag, just his hands in his trouser pockets, looking as casual as a homeless person.

Jiang Chongyan fell asleep as soon as he boarded the plane. The first-class cabin was very quiet, and the flight attendant had thoughtfully made the bed. He put on an eye mask and slept soundly.

Before he knew it, he seemed to hear some sound, which was Chinese.

It was a female voice, speaking softly.

He turned over and sat up, lifted the eye mask with his right hand, squinted his eyes slightly, and quickly adapted to the surrounding light.

It was daybreak, and he slept until daytime.

He pulled open the partition and saw that the female voice came from the cabin opposite, also a first-class passenger, and seemed to be on the phone. He was still half-conscious, leaning lazily against it, listening to the person's intermittent speech.

"...I'm so angry! I have to go back and ask them for an explanation..."

"I'm about to be abandoned by them! They've already trained their trumpet and kept it out there for over a decade without telling me!"

"Don't mention it! Why are you still thinking about the party at this hour? Think about my situation when I get back!"

"A romantic encounter, a romantic encounter! You're still asking me if I've had any romantic encounters at this time! Why are all these romantic affairs between men and women on your mind? Song Qingyun, you're even more of a fool than me!"

"Well, there was indeed an encounter. Hehe, haha, hahahaha!"

The stewardess appeared at this moment, squatted down, smiled, and asked, "Would you like something to drink?"

Jiang Chongyan ordered a cup of Coke, and his tall body lay lazily on the bed as if he had no bones, listening leisurely to the gossip of the stranger passengers next to him.

As a result, just one second after the ice cola entered his mouth, he heard the female voice say:

"Oh, the person I had a romantic encounter with, you should know him by heart. He's the famous street dancer named Abala..."

The Coke was instantly choked down his throat. He frowned, his movements stopped, and his pants were wet with dark stains.

“…”

Enemies often meet on a narrow road.

These four words suddenly popped into his mind.

The evil woman who had hurt him so badly last night was now returning to China on the same flight as him, with the same departure point, the same destination, and the same first-class cabin, one on his left and one on his right, separated by a delicate distance of two meters.

How can it not be considered a loss of virginity and reputation when a woman touches my body for the first time in my life?

Young Master Jiang thought viciously in his heart.

The Coke was drunk with his head tilted back, and the paper cup was pinched by his long, thin fingers and thrown into the trash bag.

The partition of the seat opposite was never lowered. It seemed that the person inside was always on the phone, not paying attention to any service or any of the other passengers.

This is best.

Jiang Chongyan took off his hat, ruffled his messy blond hair, and brushed it back, revealing his forehead and a tough, sharp face without any embellishment.

He decided to keep quiet until he got off the plane. Apart from last night, he didn't want to have anything to do with this evil woman.

At that moment, his phone vibrated twice. His father informed him that he should go to the Empire Hotel after getting off the plane. There was a banquet going on. As if he knew his usual behavior very well, his father immediately added, "It's a banquet hosted by an important person. You must go."

The young master threw his cell phone into the bed sheet and stared at the clouds outside the window in a dull manner.

How boring, Jiang Chongyan thought to himself.

The surroundings are too quiet, the world is too boring, too conventional, and too rigid.

At this moment, about two meters away, through a partition, the woman's voice clearly reached his ears from the seat opposite him.

"I have three hours left to get off the plane, and I expect to be at your place in five. Remember, this plan is called 'The Return of the Cold White Moonlight'. I am that White Moonlight. In the first chapter, I return to my country and I will take back everything I've lost! I want the same effect as Tomato's novel or Ba Gou's novel..."

"I want to be the most stunning beauty in front of everyone, to make a stunning appearance, and then you will shout beside me, 'Concubine Xin, return to the palace!'"

noisy.

Jiang Chongyan frowned.

He searched all over his body for the headphones, but unfortunately he had nothing and no luggage, and he was too lazy to ask the flight attendant for them.

He knew clearly that he had no interest in the woman's affairs and did not want to know any of her private affairs, but the situation now was that he had heard everything.

What on earth had caused this woman to leave North America so hastily last night? If I remembered correctly, she, like Yu Chengjin, was studying in San Francisco.

Jiang Chongyan couldn't help but think of what happened last night.

In the swimming pool, when the woman was about to reach out and pull him out, she received a phone call. The crowd was noisy at the time, and no one heard what was said on the phone, so no one knew why she left with a gloomy face.

Except him. Because he was the closest to her at that time.

The water was icy cold, and he emerged soaking wet to find Xin Tong staring at her phone with a frown on her face. He glanced over and noticed the camera in the center of the screen was wobbling. The image flashed by, revealing only He Chuan, chairman of the Morikawa Group, hugging a young boy, as close as a real father and son, their smiles brimming with joy.

"Liuzi's life was put on hold, and he returned home to grab the family property."

This was the last words that evil woman left for everyone last night.

...Thinking of this, Jiang Chongyan leaned back in his seat, his slender fingers tapping the armrest. He had probably already guessed the whole story.

No wonder. Jiang Chongyan listened to the female voice beside him nonchalantly, scoffing at her so-called "return of the cold white moonlight" plan.

Did she really think returning home would save everything? Having disclosed everything to other business partners in the industry, she effectively acknowledged her son's identity to the public. Whether illegitimate or adopted, he was now considered a biological child, with no distinction in inheritance rights. Returning to seize the family fortune would likely prove exceedingly difficult.

Cold? White moonlight?

Do these five words have anything to do with her?

Jiang Chongyan thought of the stupid look on the woman's face when she touched his abdominal muscles and drooled, and sneered, "I think it's Huang Yueguang."

It was not until the flight attendant came over again and asked if he wanted a meal that Jiang Chongyan suddenly came to his senses and realized that he had involuntarily begun to think about the woman's private affairs.

When he realized this, his face suddenly became very ugly.

Shit. He had no interest at all.

Jiang Chongyan ordered another glass of ice cola, tilted his head back and drank it directly, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, then he slammed the quilt down on the table, frowned, turned over and buried his head in the quilt.