Chapter 107 Our Master Keeps Hisself Clean

Han Xi glanced at him, and obvious disgust flashed across his dark eyes. His pupils were dark and cold without a trace of warmth, and his tone was indifferent: "Why is it you?"

Han Xi is a person with a strong sense of territory. He never allows anyone to step into his private space unless it is necessary.

Since the completion of the Half Mountain Villa, there have been only three people who have been given the privilege to enter at any time: Mr. Han, his mother, and his mischievous niece, Yang Miao.

Otherwise, Han Shiyu wouldn't have insisted on dragging Yang Miao along the past two days.

Because although she is Han Xi's cousin, she is not qualified to set foot here.

Among so many servants in the Half Mountain Villa, only Aunt Rong, who had followed Han Xi for many years, could live in the main house. This was because Han Xi allowed Aunt Rong to move in before Fang Li came in so that he could take care of her more conveniently.

There are dozens of servants and bodyguards inside and outside the villa, all living in a separate dormitory behind the main house.

Meng Yuan didn't know that the reason she was allowed to live in the main house was so that she could take care of Fang Li more conveniently. But now she regarded this as a privilege and had thoughts that she shouldn't have.

Meng Yuan's long hair, which had been worn loose during the day, was tied up loosely. A few strands of hair that were deliberately left hung on her temples and neck, teasing her slender neck and deep collarbone from time to time with an alluring ambiguity.

"Mr. Han...it's too quiet downstairs, I'm a little scared..." Meng Yuan stood up while speaking, taking light steps and twisting her waist as she walked towards Han Xi.

"......" Han Xi narrowed his eyes and his gaze fell on her bare feet.

In an instant, the disgust in his eyes became even stronger.

"Can you stay with me? It's just right. I see that you seem to be in a bad mood. If you need, I can have a couple of drinks with you. Some things will hurt your body if you keep them bottled up. You will feel much better if you let them out."

Meng Yuan hinted at something. She walked up to him with a red face, staring at him shyly and suggestively, her voice as soft as water.

"Miss Meng also works part-time as a bartender?" Han Xi curled his lips coldly.

Meng Yuan's face was embarrassed for a moment, but she quickly returned to normal. She looked at Han Xi with a glimmer of light in her eyes and opened her red lips slightly: "Originally, no, but... if it was President Han who was accompanying me..."

She raised her hand and was about to climb onto Han Xi's chest.

Han Xi stepped back suddenly, his eyes cold and hard as if he was avoiding a snake or scorpion, as if he was staring at a dead person, but someone didn't notice it yet.

"Mr. Han, Miss Xu is already asleep. Don't be afraid. I can accompany you if you want to say or do anything."

Seeing Han Xi dodging, Meng Yuan was not discouraged. She took another step forward and reached out her hand to touch the man in front of her without giving up.

Not only did Han Xi's original vague expectation get shattered, he also planned to look for Fang Li after taking a shower, but Meng Yuan kept pestering him. How could a man who had little patience with women tolerate this?

Han Xi lowered his eyes and stared at Meng Yuan's outstretched hand. Just one glance, and Meng Yuan's fingers, which were about to touch Han Xi's collar, froze instantly.

Han Xi's eyes were sharp and cold. "Ms. Meng, I'm looking for a professional caregiver who can specifically take care of my wife's hand injury. I'm not looking for a duplicitous scammer. For Chen Yingsheng's sake, I advise you to be more down-to-earth since you've accepted this job. Some unconventional ideas may be welcomed by others, but here, it's best not to try them. Otherwise, Miss Meng will soon know the consequences!"

Han Xi didn't give Meng Yuan any face at all. Well, it should be said that originally, there was no question of whether Meng Yuan would give face or not in front of Han Xi.

She was kept because of Fang Li, and it was Fang Li who chose to keep her. Unfortunately, Meng Yuan was not only ungrateful but also very ambitious. She wanted to take advantage of the situation as soon as she saw the slightest clue.

Han Xi hates women like this the most, so naturally he won't restrain his tone.

Meng Yuan's stiff hands slowly fell down, and her face lost its previous radiance. It turned pale in an instant, and her eyes were filled with deep anxiety and humiliation. Her hands hanging by her sides tightly grasped the hem of her skirt, and her body trembled violently.

"I......"

She seemed to want to say something, but Han Xi had already walked around her, left the room, and entered the study across the street.

The door was wide open, and Meng Yuan felt like she was just like that wide-open door, naked and exposed outside.

The man's cold and resolute back, without even turning his head, was like a silent slap in the face, shattering all her self-esteem and pride.

Meng Yuan's hair stood on end and she felt cold to the bone.

Han Xi should think that this is not the first time she has done this, and she is just a bad woman who relies on this method to achieve her goals.

Meng Yuan really wanted to explain to him in person that she was not.

But, what’s the point of this?

Who does Han Xi think she is? He doesn't care at all!

The strong sense of humiliation made Meng Yuan's limbs stiff. Every time she took a step, her legs trembled as if they were carrying a thousand-pound weight.

She moved step by step to the door, ready to go downstairs when no one was around, but when she turned around, she saw that the door of the next room had been opened at some point.

Fang Li was wearing a satin pajamas, standing at the door with her hands folded, just looking at her quietly.

Meng Yuan: “…”

I wish I could faint on the spot!

Fang Li said nothing expressionlessly, glanced at her, went into the room and closed the door.

The door closed gently and the corridor returned to silence.

Meng Yuan's eyelids twitched stiffly, and then she hurried downstairs as if she had come back to life. Unexpectedly, when she was halfway down, she saw Aunt Rong walking upstairs with a shawl in her hand.

Meng Yuan hurriedly folded her arms and lowered her head, feeling sorry that Aunt Rong would never let her get away with it so easily.

He deliberately stopped in front of her, shook the shawl in his hand, and said with a smile: "Miss Meng, it's not like midsummer now. It's still a bit chilly at night. You're wearing so little. It would be bad if you catch a cold and infect our wife. Come. I got a shawl for you. Put it on quickly."

As Aunt Rong said this, she was about to shake out the shawl and help her put it on.

"No!"

Meng Yuan frowned and avoided her with some anger and embarrassment, her voice filled with tears. Without even looking at Aunt Rong, she pushed her aside and ran straight down the stairs.

Bang.

The door is closed.

Aunt Rong watched Meng Yuan disappear at the door, then she pursed her lips and showed a somewhat angry expression. She glanced at the quiet upstairs, hugged her shawl and went downstairs to her room muttering.

"I don't know how Mr. Chen found that person. Fortunately, our husband is a clean man, otherwise his wife would have been wronged."

And upstairs.

After returning to the room, Fang Li's lips curled up slightly.

When there was no movement outside the door just now, she was a little curious and planned to open the door to take a look. Unexpectedly, when the door was opened a crack, instead of seeing the furious man, she saw Meng Yuan sneaking up in cool clothes.

She immediately closed the door to see what she was going to do.

When she saw her enter Han Xi's room, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Who knew...