Meng Mingxuan never knew that intimacy between men and women could make people so happy.

Her mind was still on that drunken, passionate kiss.

However, in the cloud-like mist in the bathroom, Yan Mojiu, who had taught her many things since she was a child, led her into a new world.

Meng Mingxuan was naturally not sober, but she knew who she was with.

She hugged Yan Mojiu's neck and instinctively moved closer to him.

The bathtub was already full of water, but the hot water tap was not turned off. The sound of the running water drowned out her soft humming.

Drunkenness and heat are the best fig leaf for shame.

If it was the usual Meng Mingxuan, she would never be so calm.

Yan Mojiu couldn't bear to hear her soft voice, so he lowered his head and covered her slightly open red lips.

He serves so hard, he can at least ask for some interest.

After it was over, Meng Mingxuan fell asleep.

Yan Mojiu used great self-control to take his hands out of the bathtub, carefully washed the sleeping Meng Mingxuan, and then wrapped a bath towel around her.

He picked her up, walked out of the bathroom steadily, dried her hair like a servant, and changed her into pajamas.

"Will he make a scene when he wakes up?"

Yan Mojiu was wrapped in the bath towel that had just been used to wrap Meng Mingxuan, and was squatting beside the bed.

After looking at her for a moment with his deep and tender eyes, he reached out his hand and gently lifted her long hair, "Don't cry, you are not allowed to cry."

His body felt like it was about to explode. Yan Mojiu didn't stay for long. He covered Meng Mingxuan with a quilt, turned off the light, went back to the bathroom, and changed his clothes on his own.

Half an hour later.

Yan Mojiu dressed neatly, bent down in front of the bed, kissed Meng Mingxuan on the forehead, then stood up and left the room.

He walked out of the villa gate, got in the car and called Nie Ziyang to inquire about the surveillance situation and the results of the investigation.

Xu Li kept touching the steering wheel and waiting for orders until Yan Mojiu hung up the phone and ordered in a cold voice: "Go to Duan's house."

"Yes, Master Jiu." Xu Li started the car immediately.

Yan Mojiu was playing with cigarettes all the way.

After Meng Mingxuan gradually regained their former intimacy, Yan Mojiu almost never touched a cigarette again.

While others were filling their cigarettes, he would just hold them, occasionally lighting them up but not smoking.

He wanted to kiss her all the time, who knew when he would have the chance to kiss her again?

For example, tonight.

Therefore, he can't smoke.

Besides, why would he smoke when he has her?

She is much more attractive than cigarettes.

Yan Mojiu recalled Meng Mingxuan's blossoming in the bathtub tonight and curled the corners of his lips lightly.

It would be nice if she could act coquettishly and ask him to kiss her when she was sober.

After a while, the car drove into the brightly lit Duan family mansion.

Among the big families in Kyoto, the Duan family is not even in the top ten, and the marriage proposal to the Tang family is considered high-class.

Nie Ziyang had already informed the Duan family that Yan Mojiu was coming, and the door was opened early.

The high-profile and luxurious garden lights reflected charming light on the ground, but were ruthlessly trampled underfoot by the shiny leather shoes.

Yan Mojiu only wore white clothes in front of Meng Mingxuan. At this moment, he was wearing a well-ironed black suit, which made his already cold eyebrows and eyes look even sharper.

He walked into the Duan family's living room and glanced around calmly.

Mr. Duan sat on the classic brick-red sofa with a stern look on his face.

Kneeling on the cold floor tiles was a young man with highlighted hair who looked no more than 20 years old. His left cheek was red and swollen, and it was obvious that he had just been slapped.

Nie Ziyang and the others stood up, "Ninth Brother."

Yan Mojiu walked over and sat down next to Tang Jun, his expression ambiguous, "Looks like we need to find a scapegoat."

Old Master Duan's expression froze, and he was secretly annoyed in his heart: What a rude young man.

"According to Mr. Duan's keen observation, the hangover medicine that Duan Ni took from home was used by her brother Duan Tianhuai to pick up girls, and he accidentally gave it to my sister-in-law." Nie Ziyang looked at Mr. Duan with a hint of sarcasm.

Everyone present could tell that Nie Ziyang's words "observant to the smallest details" were sarcasm.

"You're new here, so you should give Mr. Duan some face." Yan Mojiu slightly raised his eyelids, his seemingly indifferent eyes were chilling, "If you cripple Young Master Duan's arm, this matter will be considered over."

The entire Duan family in the living room was shocked!

Duan Tianhuai, who was only 19 years old, was kneeling on the ground and looked up in disbelief.

He doesn't want to lose an arm!

"Master Yan, this isn't a good thing, is it?" Old Master Duan's face darkened.

"Oh? What's wrong with that?" Yan Mojiu looked like he wanted to know the details.

"Master Yan said that he is new here, so why not keep things quiet? This capital is not like Lincheng. You might bump into some noble person when walking on the street." Old Master Duan said with a hint of meaning.

Yan Mojiu narrowed his eyes coldly, "So, was this event tonight instructed by a noble?"

"..." Old Master Duan was furious.

How could he mean that?

"Let me guess." Yan Mojiu slowly stood up, walked to the kneeling Duan Tianhuai, and looked down at him, "Is it Madam Yan, or Minister Yan, or the resentful young master of the Yan family who just had his head kicked by his fiancée?"

As Yan Mojiu spoke, he put his hand on Duan Tianhuai's shoulder, his eyes cold, sinister and violent.

The 19-year-old Young Master Duan had lived a life of luxury and had never seen such a scene.

Duan Tianhuai looked horrified and blurted out, "No! The aphrodisiac is not from you!"

Don't break his arm...

"Whose is it?" Yan Mojiu did not let go.

"I don't know." Duan Tianhuai looked at Old Man Duan for help.

Old Master Duan asked Duan Tianhuai to admit the crime, saying that a slap in the face and an apology would be enough, but Duan Tianhuai didn't expect Yan Mojiu to be so cruel that he wanted to cripple one of his arms.

Yan Mojiu knew from the beginning that Duan Tianhuai was just a scapegoat, so he naturally wouldn't really cripple Duan Tianhuai's arm.

He let go of Duan Tianhuai and slowly stood up. "Mr. Duan, although I don't know which nobleman promised the Duan family benefits, I can tell you that the Duan family will not only not get any benefits, but will be finished."

The Duan family is finished.

Looking at the entire Kyoto, no one dares to make such a big statement except the ones mentioned above.

But when these big words came out of Yan Mojiu's handsome thin lips, it was impossible to ignore their weight.

Mr. Duan's face turned pale. "Although the Duan family is not among the top ten in Kyoto, it is not something that a junior like you can kill. You are too arrogant!"

"Then you wait." Yan Mojiu didn't come here to destroy anyone. He knew very well that there was a force behind it.

If you want to destroy it, then destroy the entire Duan family.

Old Master Duan held his breath in his chest and watched Yan Mojiu say those harsh words and then turn around and leave.

He quickly turned his gaze to Nie Ziyang, "Mr. Nie..."

"Hey, don't yell." Nie Ziyang looked like he was about to run away, dragging Lu Jingqian towards the door quickly, muttering, "What a joke, Brother Nine is a ruthless man who dares to beat up even Yan Bu, his own father."

Mr. Duan: “…”