Yan Mojiu and Meng Mingxuan had just finished breakfast when they received a call from their secretary.

"Master Jiu, the computer system of Mengyan Group was attacked by hackers last night. The entire security department almost couldn't defeat the enemy. Fortunately, the eldest lady's Linda alumnus named Bai Chan was fearless and went into battle alone, and directly paralyzed the enemy's computer! It's amazing!"

The secretary's excited expression could be guessed even through the phone.

Yan Mojiu turned on the speakerphone, and Meng Mingxuan heard everything clearly.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the trajectory of this matter has not changed.

Bai Chan made her very proud.

After Yan Mojiu ended the call, he stood up and cleared the table.

"Go change your clothes, we're going to Mengyan Group."

"To reward Bai Chan?"

"As a young lady, of course we have to give her enough respect. Besides, she is really capable."

Meng Mingxuan stood up and said, "Okay."

He walked two steps and then stopped, looking at her sideways: "What about you? Do you want me to help you find clothes?"

"certainly."

"good."

Meng Mingxuan walked quickly towards the stairs.

Yan Mojiu stared at her back, wondering why she didn't look proud.

Bai Chan was the one she chose.

Meng Mingxuan had no idea that Yan Mojiu would care about such a small detail.

She didn't feel proud at all, because she was not Bai Chan's true mentor.

She just lived a new life and knew things that others didn't know in advance.

After Meng Mingxuan went upstairs, she changed her clothes first.

She picked out a white and pink gradient Chanel-style skirt, the hem of which was just above the knees and not revealing.

Unexpectedly, the zipper got stuck in the lace edge of the bra and stopped at the back, unable to go up or down.

“…”

Meng Mingxuan worked for a long time and then gave up.

Just cut it.

Meng Mingxuan had this thought, so she went to find a pair of scissors.

But there must be no scissors in her room, most likely in the drawer in the living room on the first floor.

While Meng Mingxuan was hesitating, the door was pushed open.

She instantly picked up the blanket on the bed, turned around and sat down on the bed, holding the blanket in front of her.

Yan Mojiu didn't see anything, he just thought her posture was strange: "What's wrong?"

"No..." Meng Mingxuan changed her words, "The zipper of my skirt is stuck. Can you help me get a pair of scissors from the living room?"

"What are you doing with the scissors?"

"Cut the skirt."

She also tried to take it off completely, but couldn't.

She's developing...well.

"Is the skirt going to be cut off because the zipper is stuck?" Yan Mojiu walked into the room slowly, came to her side, and lifted the blanket in her hand, "Get up, I'll pull it up for you."

“…”

Meng Mingxuan stood up reluctantly, but did not loosen the blanket in her hand.

She turned around and faced away from Yan Mojiu.

The man's breath quickly fell on her skin exposed to the air. She felt itchy and subconsciously retracted her neck.

"Don't move."

Yan Mojiu reached out and pressed her shoulders.

She had no choice but to hold back.

Yan Mojiu looked at the snow-white figure in front of him, his black eyes incredibly deep.

But he didn't stay there for too long, and slowly pulled out the lace edge that was stuck in the zipper with his fingers.

Pull and slide the zipper up and down, and it will be smooth in a few seconds.

With a slight lift, the zipper goes straight to the top.

Yan Mojiu pulled her hair out from under her skirt and touched it. "It's done."

Meng Mingxuan was a little stiff and didn't dare to look back.

Yan Mojiu looked at her red ears, his Adam's apple moved slightly, but he said, "Help me find some clothes."

"Oh, okay."

Meng Mingxuan felt as if she had been pardoned. She dropped the blanket in her hand and quickly walked out of the room.

Yan Mojiu thought of the word "hormones" she mentioned and curled his thin lips.

Meng Mingxuan rummaged through the men's wardrobe and chose a gray suit and a black shirt.

Pair it with a 땢 color tie.

"When we come back from Mengyan Group later, let's go to the mall and buy some clothes." Meng Mingxuan turned around and handed the clothes to Yan Mojiu.

Yan Mojiu took the clothes and thought: "Dislike?"

Meng Mingxuan praised in disguise: "With your face and figure, it's a waste if you don't dress up."

"As expected, you dislike it." Yan Mojiu confirmed.

Meng Mingxuan suppressed her laughter and pushed, "Go change your clothes quickly."

"oh."

Yan Mojiu reached out and unbuttoned his casual shirt.

“…”

Meng Mingxuan turned around quickly.

In fact, it's not like I haven't seen your body before.

I often watch it with an appreciative attitude.

But since they pretended to be a couple, she suddenly didn't dare to watch it.

After a rustling sound, she heard Yan Mojiu's low voice: "The old man called me last night and wanted me to start blind dates when I return to Kyoto."

Meng Mingxuan immediately turned back and asked, "Then do we not have to pretend to be a couple anymore?"

Yan Mojiu glanced at her and said, "You want me to go on a blind date so badly?"

“…”

Not really.

“Grandpa Yan, do you think that marriage will help you inherit the Yan family?” Meng Mingxuan said in a low voice.

"So, should I marry a woman without any feelings and sacrifice my beauty at the same time?" Yan Mojiu took a step forward, expressionless.

Meng Mingxuan raised her eyes and looked at him. Is he angry?

"That's not what I meant." She reached out and grabbed his sleeve, coaxing him, "I just want to respect your decision."

"I rejected the old man and told him that I already had a fiancée—we had been engaged since childhood." This was my decision.

Child marriage?

Meng Mingxuan opened her lips and said, "We?"

"How else can I explain the part about you and Yin Ting? The old man has great connections and he must have found out a long time ago. I told you that we had been engaged since we were young, but you were young, so I never told you. Now that you know that I have an engagement arranged by your mother, you broke up with Yin Ting."

Yan Mojiu stretched out his hand, hooked her waist, and pulled her into his arms, staring at her deeply with his dark eyes: "So, please act more realistically when you return to Kyoto, and don't sell me out in a few moves."

"How else can I act like it?" You can't really kiss her, right?

"Move a little."

“…”

She had only made a move on Yin Ting once, and was humiliated.

Meng Mingxuan thought of the unpleasant experience she had, but of course she wouldn't tell Yan Mojiu about it.

She stood on tiptoe with a fearless attitude, stretched out her hands to hook Yan Mojiu's neck, and hugged him tightly.

"Is this okay?"

If you want to throw yourself into someone's arms, then move on.

"Just barely." Yan Mojiu held her with one hand, and his voice sounded stable.

Just barely enough.

Why is she disliked every time she moves?

Meng Mingxuan felt a little uncomfortable and blurted out, "Then I won't kiss you, right?"

After saying this, she wanted to bite off her tongue.

If her sister was still alive, she would probably call her brother-in-law now.

How could she ask such a question?

"Why not?" Yan Mojiu said calmly, "The wealthy circle in Kyoto often has private gatherings and plays some truth or dare games. Do you plan to kiss someone then?"

“…”

Meng Mingxuan suddenly no longer longed for Kyoto.

You must, the rich and powerful families are very deep.

Feng Yilin and the others are so outstanding, but they were squeezed out to Lincheng to seek refuge with Yan Mojiu. Even a simple-minded little rookie like her will be controlled at any time.

"A kiss on the cheek?"

Meng Mingxuan held on to the last glimmer of hope.