Although Cao Rui was a fool, he was too ashamed to take back what he had said in front of so many people.

"You win. You can take him with you, but don't let me see him again."

"Is there something you've forgotten?"

Meng Jiuyi took a few bottles of beer, opened the caps, and poured out the liquid, which was just the right amount to make a weapon.

"You beat my brother up like this, what do you think should be done?"

"Sister..." This was the first time Meng Cheng had seen her defend him.

Cao Rui gritted his teeth, never expecting to lose.

Someone chimed in, "Hey, Ruizi, a promise is a promise—"

Before he could finish speaking, Cao Rui picked up the bottle and brought it to his head, warning in a broken, cracking sound.

"Keep a close eye on your brother from now on. If he gets bad again, I won't be so lucky every time. Next time, I'll make sure he's dead!"

"No need for you to worry."

Meng Jiuyi didn't even glance at him, and pulled Meng Cheng towards the club's exit.

She left too decisively, fearing something might go wrong. Outside the door, several of Mengcheng's classmates were still anxiously waiting, calculating the time to call the police.

Seeing them come out, I breathed a sigh of relief, but I noticed that Meng Cheng's face had gone silent.

They persuaded people to come here after much coaxing and persuasion; who would have thought they'd get injured?

Meng Jiuyi knew they didn't have any bad intentions, but they were about to become lawless, so he resorted to a combination of intimidation and threats.

"You lot must have come out without your families' knowledge, right? I'll call your parents one by one tomorrow!"

The teenagers felt a chill run down their spines.

"Sis, let's go first—"

Meng Jiuyi said, "Wait a minute."

She heard slow footsteps behind her and turned around to see Xu Yanzhi coming out, his suit jacket casually tucked into his hand, with the butler, Uncle Zhuang, following behind him.

The Rolls-Royce then slowly came to a stop in front of the club.

The night at eight or nine o'clock is a deep, somber blue. The kapok flowers drift in the wind, carrying a gentle fragrance, just like his eyes.

"For you?"

Meng Jiuyi slowly shook her head, saying that several of Meng Cheng's classmates had cars, and that they lived closer to her.

She paused, then looked up at him.

"Thank you so much for today, Mr. Xu."

She was much more distant than before, as if she had returned to being a tightly stretched rubber band.

Why is it that every time you run into me, all you say is thank you?

Xu Yanzhi asked casually, but the smile on his lips still made Meng Jiuyi's heart tighten.

The car couldn't stay on the side road for long, so Xu Yan glanced at her after getting in the car.

Meng Jiuyi pretended to get into her friend Meng Cheng's car, unaware of the man's distant glance, his eyes deep and calm as ink.

After the Rolls-Royce slowly drove away, Meng Jiuyi went to the main road to hail a taxi.

She lied about hitchhiking; it takes forty minutes to get back to her rented room by taxi, and she didn't want to hitch a ride with someone else.

Meng Jiuyi originally intended to leave on her own, abandoning Meng Cheng to his classmate, since he was no longer in mortal danger and she had done everything she could.

But Meng Cheng insisted on going with her, like a down-on-his-luck dog.

"Sis, I didn't expect you to come tonight—"

"Stop!"

Meng Jiuyi sat on a chair at the bus stop, distancing herself from him, "It's not because of you, so stop saying those useless things."

"I don't care, anyway, you're here..."

After saying that, he secretly moved closer to her. Meng Jiuyi suddenly stood up and bumped into his face, making him cry out in pain.

Oh no! She forgot Wen Qi's family heirloom kitchen knife at the club.

She slapped her forehead in frustration. Oh no, she couldn't go back to get it now; all she could do was go back and apologize to her.

Just as she was about to check where her ride-hailing car was, a Cullinan drove in on its own, blocking the bus lane, followed by a Mercedes-Benz minivan.

The car window rolled down, and Tan Yuchen's face was shrouded in the dim light and shadow as he glanced at her indifferently.

"Get in the car."

Meng Jiuyi had long forgotten about him since the club days, and was stunned to see him suddenly appear here.

A subtle smile immediately appeared on her face, like a remote control custom-made for him.

"No, Young Master, you should go first. The car I called will be here soon."

She felt she had made her refusal clear enough, but the other person acted as if they hadn't heard her, lazily resting their hand on the windowsill, leisurely lingering there.

His car has alcohol, cigarettes, and music; if all else fails, the chairs can be laid out to make a bed.

Of course, Meng Jiuyi couldn't wait any longer. Amidst the honking horns of other vehicles, she gritted her teeth and got into the car.

Meng Cheng wanted to follow, but Jiang Zhou stopped him and told him to sit in the Mercedes behind.

...

Meng Jiuyi got into the car without saying a word. The night view outside the window was like a flowing painting, which should have been pleasant and comfortable.

However, because of the man beside her, the surroundings felt like an ice cone falling into a calm lake, instantly chilling to the touch.

She could sense that he was in a bad mood; she guessed that one of his female companions had thrown a tantrum, or that some business deal had fallen through.

I tried to pretend I hadn't noticed anything and prayed that I would get to my accommodation soon.

However, without turning her head, Meng Jiuyi could feel a gaze fixed on her head, so intense it was almost scorching.

Unable to bear the atmosphere any longer, she spoke up.

"Young Master, did you ask me to get in the car because there's some new deal to discuss?"

trade.

Tan Yuchen stared at her intently, at the fake smile on her face.

"yes."

"How much?"

When asked about the question that interested him most, Meng Jiuyi began to straighten his posture.

Two million.

"...How much?" Meng Jiuyi almost doubted his ears.

Tan Yuchen propped his head up and looked at her again, as if to say, "You heard me right."

Meng Jiuyi's eyes were practically sparkling.

"What are we doing, and when do we start?"

You'll find out then.

"Okay."

Meng Jiuyi suppressed her joy, not letting it show on her face.

Who would complain about having too much money? Besides, Aunt Zhang would need money for many things in the future, so she could earn more. Suddenly, she found the person in front of her much more agreeable.

Tan Yuchen smiled faintly, "Very happy?"

"Yes, but it's not just because of money."

Meng Jiuyi raised the corners of his mouth, his smile carefree and bright, "The most important thing is that I feel happy to help the Third Young Master solve his problems. Isn't that a win-win situation?"

She felt she had done a good job as a partner, taking the money to do the job and also flattering the other party on the side.

Tan Yuchen smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"But you're asking for two million. Is it something complicated? I'm a little worried that it's beyond my means."

Despite asking this question, Meng Jiuyi was prepared to accept it even if it meant going through fire and water.

This money is enough for her to do a lot of things later.

"Cousin, you're overthinking it. You're incredibly capable. Not only are you eloquent, but you can also scale walls and leap across rooftops. And now you've traveled thousands of miles to smash the alarm and save your brother. Even James Bond would be no match for you. Your abilities are undeniable."

Now even if Meng Jiuyi was deaf, he could understand his sarcastic remarks.

She felt she owed him nothing.

"Tan Yuchen, if you've had a bad day with someone else, can you not take it out on me? I'm not your punching bag."

Tan Yuchen lazily lifted his eyes, his deep gaze lingering on her face.

When he wasn't smiling, he exuded an overwhelming pressure, but Meng Jiuyi glared at him fearlessly, her eyelashes fluttering like butterflies ready to fight.

He twitched his lips, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"Why are you so argumentative with me, but so gentle and mild-mannered with others?"