Around 7 p.m., the Rolls-Royce was parked outside Meng's residence.

After saying goodbye to him, Meng Jiuyi was about to get out of the car, but the lock button still didn't turn on.

She turned to look at him, her eyes filled with clear accusation.

"Mr. Xu, even as the car owner, you don't have the right to arbitrarily prevent others from getting out of the car, do you?"

Xu Yanzhi chuckled softly.

"Aren't you going to invite me in for a chat? We've already brought you home; there's no reason not to let a guest in for a cup of tea."

It wouldn't be a problem to invite him in under normal circumstances.

However, after Meng's father and Mo Ruyue made more than ten phone calls, Meng Jiuyi anticipated that a bloody storm was about to break out for her.

"No, it's not convenient."

"I think it's just right."

After Xu Yanzhi finished speaking, he pushed open the door and got out of the car. Uncle Zhuang waited in the car but did not follow.

Meng Jiuyi panicked and immediately got out of the car to chase after him.

"How about next time? My parents probably won't be home. I'll have someone deliver the invitation to you next time..."

She was despicable; she wanted him to develop a complex relationship with her out of pity, but she also wanted to cover up her ugliest scar, because once it was exposed, it revealed rotten flesh that reeked of stench.

She didn't want him to see it.

"don’t worry."

The strength with which he held her wrist was so reassuring. Buding was surrounded by hydrangeas, a scene of unbridled prosperity.

Xu Yanzhi had a gut feeling that these flowers wouldn't be what she liked.

As soon as I entered the hall, a strong gust of wind rushed towards me.

The slap that should have landed on Meng Jiuyi's face was instead delivered by Xu Yanzhi pulling her back, which resulted in a solid slap to his face.

Everyone was stunned.

Feng Lan, Meng's father Feng Ran, Tan Sheng, and Mo Ruyue who was huddled to the side were all startled.

Meng Jiuyi immediately went to check the injury on his face, but Xu Yanzhi ignored her and looked down at Feng Lan with icy eyes.

"I...I..."

Feng Lan said guiltily, "I was teaching my niece how to behave, but you were the one who tried to cover it up."

Meng's father immediately stepped forward to apologize, his back almost bent over. If Xu Yanzhi really intended to take revenge, then the Meng family would be finished.

The normally gentle and refined man bowed and scraped before him without offering any thanks; he was willing to kneel.

Meng's father quickly winked at his daughter, asking her to speak up for him.

Meng Jiuyi turned her face away.

"Mrs. Tan, allow me to remind you that your current behavior constitutes the crime of provoking trouble."

Xu Yanzhi said, "According to the Public Security Law, I can sue you for intentional injury."

He stopped laughing, and his cold expression became very intimidating.

Feng Lan shrank back, but then she remembered that the Tan family was behind her.

"...I was disciplining someone in my own home when Young Master Xu stepped in to stop me. I haven't even asked about your uninvited appearance yet."

She became more and more confident as she spoke, "How come this little slut hooked up with Tan Sheng one minute and now she's hooked up with you the next? No wonder Young Master Xu had to come out to help her at the mansion. She undressed you quite a bit. That vixen has learned all of her mother's skills."

Xu Yanzhi's eyes darkened.

"Mom, stop talking!" Tan Sheng interrupted.

"Get out of my way. Now is not the time to settle scores with you."

She was so domineering that Tan Sheng, who had been suppressed by her since childhood, dared not speak.

Feng Lan glared angrily at Meng Jiuyi, "Meng Jiuyi, have you no conscience? If it weren't for me, would you be living the life you have now? Instead of being grateful, you act like a flirtatious woman. Of all the men, why did you have to come and seduce my son? Do you really think you can become the young mistress of the Tan family?"

Xu Yanzhi frowned, about to say something.

Meng Jiuyi, who was beside him, suddenly grabbed his hand.

Feng Lan said, "Brother-in-law, look at this! This is the good daughter you raised. Instead of learning Yin Tong's poise and grace, she has learned those flirtatious tricks perfectly. Do you only understand the saying 'like begets like' now?"

Feng Ran stood quietly to the side.

“Ah Lan, are you being a bit too harsh? Perhaps Jiu Yi has his reasons.”

Feng Lan said, "What excuse do you have? What did I say that wronged her? If I hadn't run into her there today, Tan Sheng would probably have been bewitched by her. Meng Jiuyi, if you want to get involved with my son, why don't you take a good look in the mirror?"

Meng Xincheng was at his wit's end. This wasn't the first time Feng Lan had acted arrogantly in his house, but today it involved Feng Lan's son, and he had to give her an explanation.

"Jiuyi, come over here and apologize to your aunt."

Feng Lan sneered, "Admit your mistake? This can't be solved by admitting your mistake! Kneel down first!"

The hand that Meng Jiuyi was holding was taut and burning hot. These past few minutes had been so unbearable that Xu Yanzhi had given up on listening to her.

She quickly stepped in front of the man and looked at Meng's father.

"Dad, today my aunt threw water on me, slapped me, and pulled my hair without even asking what happened. People say there should be a difference between close and distant relatives, but as her father, are you just going to stand by and watch her bully me?"

Meng's father avoided eye contact, "Isn't it because you were in the wrong first?"

Meng Jiuyi looked at them fearlessly, "What did I do wrong? Isn't this a matter of mutual consent? His son's actions were forced, while I was just being coquettish."

My aunt keeps saying it's seduction; could it be that she's applying the same tactics she used on my uncle to others?

"You heartless, despicable wretch!"

Enraged, Feng Lan grabbed a teacup from the table and smashed it in Xu Yanzhi's face. Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and Xu Yanzhi quickly pulled her aside.

But a gust of wind swept past Meng Jiuyi's ear even faster, and a slipper, which seemed to have come from nowhere, knocked away the teacup that was about to hit her face.

Accompanied by a casual remark.

"Fourth Aunt, you're so imposing! Anyone who didn't know better would think your surname was Meng."

Meng Jiuyi's neck stiffened.

The person they thought they would never see again suddenly appeared at the Meng residence and witnessed her in such a disheveled state. Everyone turned to look, and Tan Yuchen, dressed in all black, stood by the door with his eyelids drooping wearily. But from the moment he appeared, the atmosphere in the room instantly turned icy.

The man didn't even glance at her as he walked past her, his hands in his pockets.

The shards of glass that shattered and flew into Feng Lan's neck made her look very unwell.

Why are you here?

Tan Yuchen sat on the sofa, legs crossed, with a half-smile on his face.

"I heard it's lively here. Why can my fourth aunt come but I can't? Aren't my cousin and uncle welcoming me?"

He glanced at Meng Xincheng and Feng Ran out of the corner of his eye, and the couple were instantly flattered and overwhelmed. How could they dare to say they weren't welcome?

Despite being married for so many years, Tan Yuchen had always looked down on them and had never visited the Meng residence.

"Not at all, it's an honor for us to have Yuchen come here."

Meng's father quickly went to call the servants to bring tea, and Tan Yuchen naturally accepted it.

Meng Jiuyi never looked up, keeping his face down, treating him as a distant cousin he had only met a few times.

The man glanced at her more than once out of the corner of his eye. Just now, Xu Yanzhi had been so eager to pull her to his side that his hand was still around her wrist, completely encircling her.

How do you describe that action?

It's very offensive.