Chapter 433 Baby, I'm drunk
Tang Xiaoya tried her best to pull her hand away.
Yan Jin refused.
He held her so possessively, his fingertips gently caressing the back of her hand.
A moment later, the director came over with a wine glass.
"President Yan, let me toast you to thank you for your strong support of our production team."
Yan Jin readily raised her glass and drank it all in one gulp.
The director's gaze then turned to Tang Xiaoya.
"Teacher Tang, let me also raise a glass to you."
Tang Xiaoya's right hand was gripped tightly by the man beside her, unable to move or be pulled away.
She could only manage a polite smile.
"You're too kind, Director Xie."
"My hand is still a little injured, so I can't drink alcohol. I'll have tea instead. Please don't mind."
As she spoke, she picked up the teacup with her free left hand and took a small sip.
Yan Jin's hand was still tugging at her.
The director enthusiastically urged everyone to eat, then glanced around and suddenly asked a question.
"Hey? Teacher Tang, why aren't you eating?"
Tang Xiaoya did want to eat it.
But with this man's iron-like hands gripping her, how could she eat? With her head?
She forced an extremely ugly smile.
"Sigh, I'm trying to control my weight lately, so I need to mentally prepare myself and think about what I can eat without feeling guilty."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Jin used serving chopsticks to pick up a piece of Dongpo pork and placed it precisely into her bowl.
The chunks of meat trembled in the white porcelain bowl, glistening with oil; it was her favorite.
It made my mouth water just looking at it.
He turned to her and spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear.
"Come with me in a bit, and I'll let you go."
Tang Xiaoya's face instantly darkened.
This man is so domineering and annoying.
"How is it?" he asked again.
“I can choose not to eat,” she retorted without backing down.
Yan Jin curled her lips into a smile, the curve of which carried a hint of wickedness.
"Then I'll feed you."
Tang Xiaoya was completely speechless.
She could imagine the scene; it was practically a massive social disaster.
"Fine, let go." She gritted her teeth and gave in.
Yan Jin smiled smugly and finally let go of her hand.
Throughout the meal, he took care of her, constantly serving her food and being incredibly considerate.
Those around her cast envious glances, but only Tang Xiaoya knew that she found the meal tasteless and felt extremely uncomfortable.
After the dinner ended, everyone gradually dispersed.
Yan Jin strode ahead with her long legs, her back straight and tall.
Tang Xiaoya put on her mask, lowered her head, and followed behind, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far.
The familiar Rolls-Royce was already parked quietly on the side of the road.
Yan Jin opened the car door and glanced back at her.
Tang Xiaoya resignedly crawled inside.
The car door closed, shutting out the noise from outside.
Yan Jin followed and sat down, her body reeking of alcohol and a cool, woody scent.
Tang Xiaoya sat down on the far side with a cold face, turned her head to look at the scenery outside the window, and didn't want to say a word to him.
Suddenly, Yan Jin's tall body leaned over, enveloping her in shadow.
"Baby, I'm drunk."
His deep, magnetic voice came close to her ear, soft and seductive.
"Go home and make me a bowl of hangover soup."
Tang Xiaoya sneered.
"Mr. Yan, you should ask Miss Xia to cook for you. She's very experienced."
"Could you please take me back to my hotel?"
Yan Jin stretched out his long arms and, without a word, swept her up in his arms, placing her directly on his lap and holding her tightly in his embrace.
"Baby, I only want to drink what you cook."
After saying that, he lowered his head, his warm lips pressed against her fair and delicate neck, and kissed her.
Tang Xiaoya immediately reached out and pushed his face away, her tone cold.
"Mr. Yan, have you forgotten what you promised me?"
Yan Jin's lips curled up.
"I haven't forgotten."
"I didn't contact you first. Today was just a chance encounter, so it doesn't count."
"Don't touch me!" Tang Xiaoya shouted angrily.
"I never promised not to touch you," he said, feigning reluctance. "It's been two days, don't you miss me?"
The black partition inside the car slowly rose.
Tang Xiaoya felt a little flustered.
"Yan Jin, can't Xia Ran satisfy you? Don't touch me, I find you disgusting!"
Her eyes reddened.
Yan Jin paused in her movements.
The air in the carriage seemed to freeze for a few seconds.
He said, "That night was an accident. She suddenly came up to me, and I didn't dodge."
"Like this."
After saying that, he unexpectedly pecked her lips.
Tang Xiaoya was stunned.
Yan Jin continued, "I never touched her on my own initiative. I belong to you alone, so don't be angry."
"Let's go home, okay?"
Tang Xiaoya stubbornly turned her face away and squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth.
"I won't reply."
Yan Jin tightened her arms around her, her body tense.
"Baby, I miss you, I want you."
"Yan Jin, let me out of the car! Don't touch me!"
Her voice was choked with sobs.
"Baby, don't be angry. I'll make it up to you." He kissed her relentlessly.
Tang Xiaoya suddenly cried.
Tears fell drop by drop.
"Yan Jin, am I so cheap in your heart?"
"Can't I even get the most basic respect?"
Yan Jin's body stiffened.
He slowly straightened her clothes, tucked her messy hair behind her ear, and then held her tightly in his arms.
"Baby, don't cry."
I won't touch you anymore.
Tang Xiaoya was still sobbing, her shoulders shaking.
"From now on, if you don't want to, I won't force you," he said earnestly.
Suddenly, the shrill ring of the telephone shattered the silence inside the car.
Yan Jin took out her phone, glanced at it, and immediately hung up.
A few seconds later, the phone rang again, persistent as ever.
He finally answered the phone.
Five seconds later, he said, "I'm coming over now."
Tang Xiaoya didn't need to think to know who was on the other end of the phone.
"I'll have the driver take you back to your hotel to rest. Don't overthink it," Yan Jin said, then instructed the driver to stop the car.
As soon as the car came to a stop, he opened the car door, got out, and ran away.
Bastard.
Tang Xiaoya muttered a curse.
She wondered, if they had actually done it just now, would he have just backed out halfway through too?
He is no longer the Yan Jin he used to be.
She hopes the drama will wrap up filming soon; she doesn't want to stay in his world any longer.
...
When Yan Jin arrived at Xia Ran's residence, she was wrapped in a quilt, her cheeks flushed red from the fever.
"I'll take you to the hospital." His voice was flat.
Xia Ran shook her head, unwilling.
She spoke in a soft voice, with a hint of coquetry, "I've taken my medicine, but I still have a bit of a headache. I want you to stay with me."
"Ajin, my mouth tastes a little bitter. I want to eat candied lotus root."
In the past, he would always bring her her favorite sweet lotus root and patiently feed her piece by piece.
But at this moment, Yan Jin was in no mood for it at all.
He simply said, "I'll have someone buy it for you. You should get some rest."
After saying that, he turned to leave.
Xia Ran panicked, jumped out of bed and ran over, grabbing his arm.
"Ah Jin, do you hate me that much?" Xia Ran's tears were almost in her eyes. "Didn't you create MISS.KK for me?"
"The bird of paradise symbolizes waiting for a lover. Ah Jin, I'm back now."
Are you unhappy?
This is also what she can't understand.
Mingming, everything was fine on our date that day, how did things suddenly change?
“Xia Ran, I don’t know why this is happening.” Yan Jin looked at her earnestly. “I thought I would hold on to that dream in my heart.”
"But now, it seems everything has changed."
Ever since that little crybaby entered his life, he has become different.
He liked to pester her and pamper her.
Make her cry, then coax her gently.
She was like a ray of light shining into his dark world, dazzling and pure.
"I'm sorry, Xia Ran." He brushed her hand away.
"Stay with me for a while." Her eyes reddened.
Yan Jin recalled the suffering her father had caused her over the years, and in the end, she softened and stayed, sitting for half an hour.
Later, he received a phone call and then left.
"Tang Xiaoya, it's all your fault, you bitch!" Xia Ran cursed angrily, her eyes filled with resentment.
She grabbed her phone and dialed another number.
"Ah Chen, are you free? Can we meet?"
The person on the other end of the phone spoke in a frighteningly cold tone.
"I'm busy."
After saying that, he hung up immediately.
Xia Ran's face turned even greener with anger, and she slammed her phone to the ground.
These two brothers are so indifferent to her now, when they used to treat her like their precious darling.
...
The afternoon shoot went exceptionally smoothly.
Tang Xiaoya didn't have any scenes to film that night, so she was packing her things to go back to the hotel.
Suddenly, Yang Le came running over like a gust of wind.
Yang Le is the second female lead in this drama. She has a very lively personality and gets along best with Tang Xiaoya.
"Xiaoya! There's a performance of 'Madame Butterfly' tonight. I have tickets, let's go see it together!"
Madame Butterfly!
That's an internationally renowned dancer.
Tang Xiaoya's heart skipped a beat. She had fallen in love with dancing because of this legendary figure. Back then, she would watch him on TV every day and memorize every single movement.
Seeing it live in person would be an incredible event in one's life.
"OK!"
After quickly tidying up, the two headed straight for the theater.
The theater entrance was packed with people, so crowded that it was impossible to move.
Yang Le led her through the VIP channel, where they checked their tickets, and then directly into a VIP box.
Tang Xiaoya was surprised.
"Wow, where did you get that private room? Looks like you have some connections, you're really keeping it a secret!"
Yang Le smiled smugly, "These tickets were sent by the Best Actor."
"Yan Chen?"
Tang Xiaoya was completely shocked.
As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the private room was pushed open, and a familiar figure walked in.
Yan Chen looked incredibly stylish tonight.
He wore a well-tailored dark gray suit, without a tie, and the top two buttons of his shirt were casually undone, revealing his well-defined collarbone. On his wrist was a discreetly luxurious six-million-dollar watch, and every gesture exuded an air of refined elegance and composure.
He wasn't as aggressive as Yan Jin, but every detail was impeccably perfect; he was practically walking hormones.
"Xiaoya".
He called out gently, his gaze landing precisely on her.
"Teacher Yan."
Tang Xiaoya suddenly stood up, unsure of what to do with her hands and feet, and felt an urge to run away immediately.
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