Chapter 63 Young Master Shen, how have you been?

A manor in the south

A Mercedes drove through the iron gate and stopped in front of a five-story villa along the wide, winding asphalt road.

The door opened, and Ji Ting got out of the car and hurried inside.

Stepping into a sunroom, one finds a pale-faced man dressed in white loungewear, exuding an air of refined elegance and nobility, like a pristine young nobleman.

Shen Xichen, the eldest son of the Shen family, is also Shen Xiling's cousin.

Hearing the noise, he said without looking up, "The news has been released?"

Ji Ting nodded. "If what you say is true, that my niece will be ruthless and kill everyone, then there will be evidence that the Zhong family's daughter-in-law murdered her own brother in order to fight for the family property."

Shen Xichen poured a cup of tea for the person opposite him using a sandalwood teapot.

"Have you found the person? Don't give anything away."

Ji Ting nodded, "Don't worry, we will definitely give them a heavy blow this time."

He looked up after he finished speaking, "Young Master Shen, what are your plans after this?"

Shen Xichen laughed, his exquisite face was so stunning that it was mesmerizing, but despite his Guanyin-like appearance, his mind was ruthless.

The man glanced up and said, "Too talkative."

He hates talkative and nagging people the most.

Ji Ting shut up, got up and took his leave. Shen Xichen was a man who kept to himself and was not active in the world of fame and fortune. When Shen Xichen said he would help him take over the Ji family, he asked him for a similar reason. Shen Xichen only said that he wanted to see what it was like to fall from the clouds.

Unexpectedly, halfway through the plan, his fourth brother climbed up the social ladder to the Zhong family in Yanjing.

He went out and passed a woman who had long, straight black hair, bangs, and dark pupils. She was wearing a black cheongsam. She entered the tea room, knelt beside the man, and served tea. The contrast between the black and white was striking.

"Looks like a hypocrite is still a man, isn't he?" Ji Ting snorted coldly, then left.

He got into the car and muttered under his breath, "It's good to have an official as a father."

One or two are.

"Let's go, let's go back."

The car went out through the black iron gate, and as soon as it stepped out, it was hit by an oncoming truck.

Bang!

The car overturned.

The news of the car accident at Kaiyun Avenue Manor was suppressed, but it still reached many people's ears.

A car accident occurred in an affluent area. Although we don't know who it was, they were certainly not ordinary people.

Ji Tanyuan and Zhong Yan landed in Shanghai, each wearing sunglasses, and walked out of the airport.

Ji Tanyuan took a deep breath. "Even the air in Shanghai smells better than in Beijing."

Zhong Yan scoffed, "It tastes like coffee."

Ji Tanyuan: "..."

You've been thoroughly infused with the flavor of American coffee, drinking a cup every single day without fail, to the point of questioning your existence.

Ji Tanyuan: "You go to the company later, I'm going to see my friend."

"Going to see Miss Zhang again?" Zhong Yan asked.

Ji Tanyuan hummed in agreement, "You want to go too?"

Zhong Yan walked forward, his tall figure standing out in the airport. People frequently glanced at the two of them. The man wore a black overcoat, a white shirt, and black suit pants underneath. His hair was neatly combed, and he wore sunglasses. He had a relaxed demeanor. Beside him was a woman with delicate red lips, wearing a camel overcoat and a black dress. She was about 178 cm tall with her high heels, and she and the 188 cm tall man looked very well-matched.

They exude an air of nobility; the wavy pattern on their coats alone reveals their social standing.

Some people stopped to try and guess which celebrity couple these two were.

Zhong Yan continued walking as if he hadn't noticed anything, talking as he went:

"No, I'm not going. Her pink hair gives me a headache."

Ji Tanyuan scoffed, "You're clearly very good-looking. There's a generation gap every three years; you're obviously old."

Zhong Yan: "Miss Ji, it's not nice to attack someone based on their age."

After saying that, he turned around, suddenly grabbed her neck, bent down and kissed her lips. Ji Tanyuan was caught off guard and her gasp was drowned out by the passionate kiss.

She tilted her head back in an attempt to avoid him, but the man pressed on and kissed her relentlessly.

Finally, panting heavily, her lips even redder, Zhong Yan's lips smeared with lipstick, a hint of desire in her eyes. Assistant Liang and Secretary Zhang, who were following behind her, closed their eyes.

The boss is being lewd again; the couple is really shameless, relying on their good looks.

Assistant Liang whispered in Secretary Zhang's ear, "Do you think your wife likes our boss?"

Secretary Zhang looked at him suspiciously: "Why are you asking this?"

“You’re a woman, the same gender as your wife,” Assistant Liang said matter-of-factly.

"My wife and I are the same gender, so my opinion is not relevant."

"So you think Chairman Zhong has fallen for his wife?" the secretary countered.

Assistant Liang smirked at the couple, "They're so lovey-dovey, what do you think?"

Secretary Zhang sighed, "Then what about them?"

Assistant Liang, speaking with an air of "I'm an outsider who sees everything clearly," said, "There's still more to come."

"What couple doesn't argue? Besides arguing about feelings, they also argue about interests. It's quite a spectacle. This marriage is definitely worthwhile."

"Who knows, maybe we'll end up kissing or hitting each other at the conference table someday."

Secretary Zhang: "You talk too much, Assistant Liang. Your words will only bring trouble."

"It's just a casual chat, why are you being so cautious? Don't you ever complain about the boss behind his back?"

Secretary Zhang's eyes widened in shock as she looked at him. "Don't slander me. I'm telling you, I didn't do it."

"Let's make a bet, do you think they'll get divorced in the future?" Assistant Liang asked.

"No, the husband and wife's love is stronger than gold, they envy neither the mandarin ducks nor the immortals, they will definitely grow old together," Secretary Zhang said firmly.

Assistant Liang said, "I bet they'll get divorced."

He watched the two of them, and knew they would definitely separate.

After saying that, she took a step and followed Zhong Yan, leaving satisfied after their tender moment.

Secretary Zhang glanced at Ji Tanyuan, whose face was flushed, and then at Zhong Yan, whose back view was clearly showing pleasure.

"Okay, let's bet. If I win, you give me your new car; if you win, I'll give you mine."

"make a deal."

Assistant Liang asked, "What kind of car do you have?"

"Guards."

Assistant Liang thought to himself, "The Land Rover Defender is not bad either."

Ji Tanyuan touched her lips; Zhong Yan really knew how to flirt.

That guy just called her "baby" and said sweet nothings.

She has never been called "baby" by a man before.

Ji Tanyuan crossed her arms and shook off the goosebumps on her body.

That's so cheesy.

Ji Tanyuan got into the car, and her assistant Tang Xin waited in the driver's seat for a long time. When he saw his boss get into the car, he said, "Are you going to Young Master Shen's place?"

Ji Tanyuan hummed in agreement.

"Why is he so persistent?"

If he hadn't done this, she wouldn't have remembered that there was such a pervert. It turned out that the Ji family was forced into this situation by that person. She only realized this after Ji Ting went to Kaiyun Manor.

When Ji Tanyuan arrived at the mansion, it was noon. The aroma of tea filled the private room. Ji Tanyuan pushed open the door and smiled lightly:

"Young Master Shen, how have you been?"

Shen Xichen raised his eyes, his light-colored eyelashes and white sweater giving him a calm and ethereal air, as if he were about to ascend to heaven at any moment.

"Did you have someone hit Ji Ting?" the man asked.

“Those who betray their own people deserve to be taught a lesson.” Ji Tanyuan found a seat and sat down.

"Does Xiling know you have a heart of stone?"

Ji Tanyuan smiled sarcastically, her eyebrows curving upwards: "What's it to you?"

"Aren't you afraid I'll record you?" Shen Xichen took out a voice recorder.