Chapter 506 Youyou, move back in
Shen Xin's kiss was rough and savage, carrying a sense of punishment.
Wen Youyou was startled and struggled violently.
What does he mean?
What do you mean by "chasing when you want and dumping when you want"?
Did she catch up?
There isn't one at all.
If you didn't catch up, there's no such thing as "leaping" someone.
She tried to shout, but only a whimpering sound came from her throat.
Suddenly, footsteps and voices could be heard outside.
Then came the sound of rushing water.
One of the boys said, "Xiao Zihan, haven't you always liked Wen Youyou? Now that you've both been admitted to the same university, you should cherish this opportunity."
He added, "I'll ask her out in a couple of days to build some rapport."
Xiao Zihan hummed in agreement.
These words instantly froze Wen Youyou in the toilet stall.
Does Xiao Zihan like her?
She and Xiao Zihan had absolutely no connection.
Their only interaction was that he would always toss her a competition problem book with an expressionless face. The problems inside were extremely difficult, and then he would coldly say two words: "Try it."
These words were also heard by Shen Xin without missing a single one.
He was like a powder keg that had been ignited, and he instantly erupted in rage.
He kissed her more passionately and fiercely, with a madness that seemed to want to devour her whole.
Wen Youyou wanted to shout, but reason told her she couldn't.
She held back her anger, not daring to make a sound.
Yet, the physical resistance and the entanglement of their lips still revealed a hint of ambiguity.
The big boy outside seemed to have heard something. They exchanged a glance, gave each other a knowing smile, and, knowing there was a passionate couple inside, quickly slipped away.
She didn't know how much time had passed, so long that Wen Youyou thought she was about to suffocate.
Shen Xin finally stopped the long and domineering kiss.
Wen Youyou's eyes were wet, her lips were swollen and red, and she leaned against the cold partition, panting heavily.
Shen Xin looked down at her, his hot fingertips caressing her slightly swollen lips, his voice hoarse.
"Youyou, move back in."
Wen Youyou pushed him away, her eyes filled with tears and anger.
She retorted.
"On what grounds?"
"You think I can just leave when you want, and come back when you want?"
She opened the door and rushed out without looking back.
Shen Xin's brows were tightly furrowed.
It seems they're really angry this time.
He straightened his disheveled collar and stepped out of the toilet stall.
The booth in the lobby was empty; Wen Youyou and her group had already left.
He returned to the private room, picked up the bottle, and continued pouring wine into his glass.
But his expression softened a bit; the kiss seemed to have worked.
He didn't know why he acted impulsively, carrying her to the bathroom, kissing her for so long, and even wanting to... Was he really drunk?
It's almost midnight.
The villa was quiet, with only a few nightlights on.
When the maid on night duty saw Wen Youyou return, she tiptoed over.
"Miss Wen, would you like some late-night snacks?"
Wen Youyou shook her head and went straight back to her room. She threw herself into the bathroom, and even the hot water pouring down on her head couldn't wash away the chaotic images in her mind.
Shen Xin's kiss.
The memory of his burning lips and the feeling of his unruly hands rubbing against her body still makes her cheeks burn.
What exactly does he mean?
Why did you kiss her? And why did you make her move back?
Wen Youyou scratched her hair in frustration.
never mind.
Anyway, he doesn't like her, so there's no point in discussing it.
Thinking about how he treated me last night, it's simply unforgivable.
I absolutely refuse to move back; I can't let him look down on me!
snort.
Lying in bed, Wen Youyou tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
The next morning, with dark circles under her eyes, she dialed Wen Yifan's number.
"Brother, I'm going to Fengcheng to find you!" she said resolutely.
Wen Yifan paused on the other end of the phone, "Youyou, the Southern Gang's 20th anniversary celebration is in three days. I will be going back to Qingcheng, and I will pick you up to go together."
"All right."
Wen Youyou hung up the phone listlessly.
She really wouldn't dare to fly alone.
We need to stay in Qingcheng for another three days.
For the past three days, she has completely transformed herself into a full-time nanny, staying in the villa every day to play with Xiao Tangxin.
Xiao Zihan invited her to dinner, but she declined without hesitation. Because she didn't like him and didn't want to give him false hope.
Brother Yan and Sister Xiaoya go out on dates every day, showering each other with sweetness.
But the style changes at night.
On two separate occasions, Wen Youyou got up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water and accidentally overheard noises coming from their room.
It was Xiaoya's sister's tearful scolding, mixed with some indistinct sobs.
Wen Youyou's face instantly turned bright red.
So this is how couples get along?
Is it true that hitting someone is a sign of affection, and scolding someone is a sign of love?
Before we knew it, the day of the Southern Gang's anniversary celebration had arrived.
Qingcheng, the headquarters of the Southern Gang.
The Nan Family Manor is destined to be a city that never sleeps tonight.
All the branch presidents will rush back to attend the grand ceremony, and celebrities from all walks of life will also flock to the event, making it comparable to a top-tier awards ceremony.
Wen Youyou had originally planned to go there to freeload and try all the delicious food.
But now that she has moved out of the Shen family home, she has given up on that idea.
What if we run into Shen Xin and he gets drunk and acts crazy again?
So she didn't go.
That evening, Shen Li called and invited her to dinner.
The two sat in an elegant Western restaurant, where Shen Li skillfully ordered a table full of dishes that Wen Youyou loved.
Wen Youyou poked at the steak on her plate with small bites, looking at Chen Li across from her, "Sister Li, why aren't you going to the Nan family's grand event? Are you... afraid of running into Yang Yi?"
Shen Li picked up her wine glass and gently swirled it, the wine-red liquid leaving beautiful streaks on the glass.
"Yang Yi will definitely attend the Nan family's grand event."
She took a sip of her drink, her voice devoid of emotion, "I won't go and get in his way."
"By the way, I'm going to stay in Yincheng for a while tomorrow to do an undercover investigation."
Wen Youyou was startled and almost dropped her fork.
"Yincheng? I've heard Sister Xiaoya mention it. There's a tyrant in Yincheng, and a lot of illegal business... Sister Li, are you in danger?"
Shen Li smiled when she saw how nervous she looked.
"Don't worry, I'll just take a few photos, write a few words, and come back as soon as the task is done."
"The editor-in-chief assigned this task, and we also have a protector. If we pretend to be a couple, we won't attract attention."
"Being a reporter feels like being an undercover agent," Wen Youyou still asked, uneasy.
"Why are you more nervous than me?" Shen Li was amused by her. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained."
"What if we get discovered and caught?"
“The Southern Gang has a branch there, and the leader is Fang Shaojie. I have a powerful backer, so I’m not afraid,” Shen Li reassured her. “My cousin said that if we need anything, we should ask the Southern Gang branch for help. Besides, the Southern Gang has long disliked that bully, so publishing this report will give them a legitimate reason to deal with him.”
"Okay, but you have to be careful." Wen Youyou repeatedly reminded her.
She muttered to herself, "What good is Fang Shaojie? Last time on the stage, Yang Yi kicked him off with one kick."
If Yang Yi were here, that would be great.
...
At this time, at the Nan Family Manor.
The crystal chandelier was dazzling, its light pouring down and illuminating the entire banquet hall as if it were daytime.
Melodious classical music flowed through the air, the champagne tower reflected a mesmerizing light, and the long dining table was laden with exquisite dishes, each one a work of art.
All the branch leaders of the Southern Gang were present, each dressed in a suit and exuding an imposing aura.
Business tycoon Fu, the richest man in China, arrived with N God and his beloved son Fu Shiyu. Fu Beichen, with Gu Xingnian in his arms, attracted everyone's attention as soon as he appeared.
At this moment, Gu Xingnian was wearing a gold dress with a shawl, looking stunning. Her belly was slightly protruding, indicating that she was already four or five months pregnant.
Fu Beichen whispered in her ear, his eyes full of tenderness.
Huo Shenyuan also came. Since Qingning was in her late pregnancy and could not travel long distances, he brought the little princess Huo Yutong with him.
After all, Yutong was the Nan family's chosen daughter-in-law, and their marriage had been arranged long ago.
Before long, Yan Jin and Tang Xiaoya arrived, carrying little Tang Xin.
Bai Yu and Sheng Weiwei also attended the event together, but they didn't bring their two little darlings from home.
Nan Wan and Lu Qinglin's network of connections is indeed unparalleled on a cosmic scale.
In the banquet hall, Nan Wan and Lu Qinglin were chatting and laughing with everyone, holding wine glasses.
In the corner, Yang Yi, dressed in a well-tailored black suit, stood tall and straight like a pine tree.
He stood alone in the shadows, out of place with the bustling surroundings.
His eyes, deep and sharp, swept across the crowd again and again, as if searching for a single star in a vast sea of people.
Those eyes held anxiety and anticipation, and even more so, a deep-seated concern.
These ten days or so felt like an eternity to him.
He regretted it.
He shouldn't have just left like that.
On the other side, Shen Xin also paced back and forth several times, her brows slightly furrowed.
Such a grand occasion, how come that little black calf is absent?
That's really surprising.
He walked out of the banquet hall and went around to the children's playground on the left side of the Nan family manor.
The park was brightly lit, with only a few children and nannies inside.
He looked around, but still couldn't see that familiar little figure.
It seems she really didn't come.
Several little ones were having a great time in the children's playground.
Wearing a little suit, the handsome Fu Shiyu ran over, carrying two delicate little cakes in each of his chubby little hands.
He walked up to Huo Yutong and handed her one of the dumplings. "Yutong, have some."
They often met in Haicheng and were very familiar with each other.
Little Tang's eyes lit up at the sight of food. She ran over, tilting her fair face up and looking at him with her big, dark, grape-like eyes.
"Xinxin... wants to eat... cake."
Fu Shiyu's gaze fell on her.
This little girl has skin as white as a porcelain doll, and big, bright eyes. She's so pretty, even prettier than Yutong.
"Who are you?" Fu Shiyu asked.
Little Tang looked at him and repeated in her childish voice, "I am Xin Xin."
Fu Shiyu's eyes darted around, and he dodged her outstretched hand with a quick movement.
"Do you want to eat?"
"Xinxin wants to eat!"
Fu Shiyu looked at her seriously, mimicking an adult, "Then you have to give me something in exchange."
Little Tang Xin is only three years old and doesn't understand what "exchange" means. She just persistently moves closer, muttering, "Xin Xin wants to eat..."
“Then give me that, and I’ll let you eat it.” Fu Shiyu stretched out his finger and pointed to the golden longevity lock hanging around Tang Xin’s neck.
Xiao Tang still didn't understand. He looked down and tugged at his longevity lock, but couldn't pull it off.
Fu Shiyu laughed and muttered under his breath, "You little idiot."
He shoved the cake into her hand, then took the opportunity to reach out and easily remove the longevity lock from her neck, holding it tightly in his own hand.
Little Tang held the cake and ate it with great relish, her little mouth covered in cream.
She didn't mind at all that the treasure her father had given her had been "tricked" away.
Later, Fu Shiyu personally took her to play, carrying her up the slide. Little Tang Xin had a lot of fun, sliding down the slide again and again, laughing non-stop. She really liked this older brother.
When they parted, Fu Shiyu put the jade pendant he wore around his neck on hers, but he liked the little gold lock so he considered it a trade.
As the banquet was drawing to a close, Lu Qinglin walked up to Yang Yi.
"Yancheng is basically stable now, and you've managed it very well."
"I'm handing over the Silver City branch to you as well. Go there tomorrow and teach that bully a lesson."
"OK."
Yang Yi didn't ask anything, he just nodded obediently.
Lu Qinglin raised his hand, patted his shoulder heavily, and turned to leave...
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