It's so short! It looks much smaller than the alpacas on the market. Its head doesn't even reach Meng Jiuyi's waist.

Having been traumatized by being spat on repeatedly before, she didn't dare to reach out and touch it, but its little head kept rubbing against the back of her hand, its innocent eyes fixed on her, its fur fluffy and soft, ten times softer than a cat's.

Meng Jiuyi couldn't resist patting its head, and the little guy immediately rubbed against her, melting everyone's hearts.

"Why is its fur pinkish-orange? Was it specially dyed?"

Tan Yuchen leaned lazily to the side, finding the situation both laughable and absurd.

"It's a genetic mutation. Its parents are brown wild alpacas. The probability of it looking like this is probably one in ten million."

The ones others picked never suited Tan Yuchen's taste. On the day he went to Peru, he spotted it at a glance in the green field. The farm owner said it was a gift from a wealthy man in Dubai for his daughter's tenth birthday. Because of some problems at customs, it had been temporarily kept there.

It took a lot of effort to snatch it. Cen Dong had previously bought that ugly thing for $100,000 at an auction, and Tan Yuchen had ridiculed him for half a year. Now, it wasn't just a matter of money for him.

The men gave up the development rights to that piece of land in South Africa.

Meng Jiuyi couldn't help but ask, "Does it have a name?"

"have."

Tan Yuchen replied nonchalantly, "Jiang Hehua."

Meng Jiuyi: "......"

I seriously suspect he's implying something. The little alpaca, oblivious to the implications, even turned around and shook its ears, seemingly expressing its liking for the name.

They're so cute!

Meng Jiuyi dared not touch it again, lest he feel itchy when he got back, but his hand still honestly stroked its head.

It's so soft.

She ruffled its head, saying, "With a head like yours, you'd lose every fight. Grow up quickly."

"It's only this big."

Tan Yuchen approached her, casting a shadow over her. He looked her up and down, asking, "Does this apology gift suit President Meng's taste?"

ah?

What gift?

Meng Jiuyi refused to accept it, and said sarcastically, "What does the Third Young Master need to apologize for? It's not your usual way to take advantage of someone and then offer an apology."

Tan Yuchen shamelessly said, "Indeed, I think what happened just now was at most a matter of reciprocity."

Her period was just an excuse.

He used his skills to the fullest, not even giving her a lingering afterglow. She tried to run away after she was done, but he held her firmly beneath him, his hoarse threats ringing in her ears.

You can use your hands, or...

Meng Jiuyi kicked him suddenly.

Tan Yuchen, knowing when to stop, casually said, "I bought Jiang Hehua on the cruise ship before I went abroad. She's been so bored here, wandering the lawn every day with no one to keep her company, she's almost getting depressed. This is the first time she's been this happy. Mr. Meng, why don't you take her back and raise her?"

Meng Jiuyi resolutely refused, saying, "No, I can't fit such a big sheep in my place."

"It doesn't care where it sleeps; it'll sleep on the sofa, and it's clean and stays in its usual spot. It just needs to take a stroll at night. Otherwise, it'll be hungry sometimes and full sometimes."

Meng Jiuyi: "..." It sounds so pitiful.

Tan Yuchen kicked the lamb's paw and said reluctantly, "If you really think the place is too small, you can keep it at my place. But this little thing can't be separated from its owner. I might have to trouble President Meng to come and rest with it for a while."

Meng Jiuyi: "......"

"How could he be so shameless?" She gritted her teeth and smiled, "No need for you to worry, Third Young Master. I don't think I can fit it in there."

She spoke with great difficulty, but the little lamb understood that she wanted it and kept rubbing its head against her palm.

Her heart melted along with his gaze.

Not wanting Tan Yuchen to see through her thoughts, Meng Jiuyi gently poked it with one finger to indicate that they weren't familiar with each other, but Jiang Hehua kept rubbing against her.

Suddenly, Tan Yuchen pulled her into his arms, and she sat on his lap at the low table in the entryway. Tan Yuchen looked down at her.

"like?"

Meng Jiuyi's voice was cold, "I don't like it!"

He looked worried. "How can I coax you if you don't like me?"

ah?

Meng Jiuyi hurriedly raised his eyes, his gaze unfathomable, his languid expression concealing a hint of seduction.

"Given President Meng's highly imaginative and divergent thinking, if I show you any kindness, you'll suspect that I'm keeping you as a mistress. If I don't give you the right gift, you'll suspect that I have ulterior motives towards you."

She retorted, "I didn't!"

"Isn't that the key?"

Tan Yuchen asked ambiguously, "Now, in which vast river are you lying here, rotting and decaying?"

He actually guessed it, Meng Jiuyi's eyelashes fluttered guiltily.

That day, she righteously accused him of toying with her, and Tan Yuchen knew she had thrown him away. He spoke with a playful tone.

"It was clearly the yacht key that I left for you to go out to sea. How could you misunderstand me, Mr. Meng?"

Meng Jiuyi can find a reason to justify things that are unreasonable, let alone this.

She retorted righteously, "How can you blame me? You didn't say anyone knew what key it was. You disappeared early in the morning, all you had was a mouth that could forcefully kiss people, and you didn't know how to say anything, did you?"

Tan Yuchen laughed, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

"Now, what I'm trying to say is obvious. You can't accuse me of having ulterior motives over a sheep that's not worth much."

He lightly tapped her heart with his finger, his voice seductive, "Will there still be any errors when the signal is transmitted here?"

When giving gifts, you should give something that suits the recipient's taste.

For the first twenty years or so, Tan Yuchen never thought about this issue. His way of expressing himself was direct and he didn't need to overthink the other party's meaning. He spent money and naturally received a lot in return.

But she can't.

Sensitive as a wheat awn, sharp as a hedgehog.

You have to guess, coax, and compromise.

It was obvious that he was trying to please her.

Meng Jiuyi swallowed slightly and turned her face to one side.

The man suddenly lifted his heels, causing her, who was sitting on him, to be thrown up abruptly. Meng Jiuyi was so startled that she clung to his neck and had no choice but to look at him.

Tan Yuchen: "Speak!"

Meng Jiuyi asked with a stern face, "Satisfied with the lack of error? What do you want to do next?"

"Can't you tell he's trying to please the sugar daddy?"

He enunciated the words casually, “The self-cultivation of a male prostitute.”

Meng Jiuyi: "......."

You can't talk about anything serious with this guy, it's all just for fun. She pulled down his collar, and the man obediently bent his neck, their eyes meeting.

"That wasn't a reward for you. Go back and wait for my next visit."

Her eyes twitched upwards, and with a gentle blink of her eyelashes, it was as if a butterfly was standing there. Tan Yuchen pinched her chin, his eyes growing darker and darker.

What if I'm still not full?

Meng Jiuyi: "...Scientific basis: eating until you are 50% full is the least harmful to your health."

He said in a hoarse voice, "Let's have another kiss as dessert."

Unable to tell who kissed whom first, she straddled his lap as the man pressed her waist and kissed her downwards. Her coat and overcoat fell off together, and through the transparent glass door, her delicate neck, like a smooth jade ruyi, was vaguely visible, being grasped and caressed wantonly by his large hands.

She was left with only her helpless hand, leaning weakly against the wall. He was stealing her oxygen and heartbeat. Tan Yuchen bit her tongue, his eyes thick and unfathomable.

"Tell me how you managed to travel thousands of miles to make that guy in Southeast Asia run away?"

The blood and lamplight incident were easy to fake, but the person suddenly disappeared. Tan Yuchen had been making other plans recently and thought that contacting the local police for help would be a piece of cake, but there was no progress at all.

Unless someone is helping her.

"What kind of surprise attack is this dog launching?" Meng Jiuyi was suddenly hit with a stick and pushed him away forcefully.

"I told you it wasn't me, but I'm still trying to trap you like a turtle in a jar."

Seeing that no one had paid attention to it for so long, Jiang Hehua expressed its anger by scratching at the door with a creaking sound.

Meng Jiuyi was about to open the door when the man pulled her back. Tan Yuchen pressed down on the wall, and the blinds slid down, completely blocking her view.

Separated by a glass partition, she was being fiercely kissed by a man who had pinned her down on a low table.

The straps slipped down, and the place he liked to hold most now was no longer her neck.