Chapter 488 Tang Xiaoya, You'll Regret This
Wen Yifan was the first to stand up and object, his face grim.
"You're not from the Southern Gang, so even if you have the sign, you're not eligible to run!"
Who is this person?
Her aura is so powerful.
Yan Jin's existence is the nemesis of all candidates, a devastating blow.
Nan Wan's eyes darkened.
She knew from the sight of the jade pendant number 23 that it belonged to Huo Shenyuan.
Back then, Huo Shenyuan was in charge of rebuilding Hurricane Island, where she built the Vanstar Hotel and resort area. She also set up a branch of the Southern Gang, the Hurricane Branch.
Two years ago, when the branch opened, Nanwan gave Huo Shenyuan the title of president number 23, along with this black jade plaque symbolizing his status.
Firstly, it would make it convenient for him to travel all over the world.
Secondly, Nanwan was grateful to them for saving Lu Qinglin.
Huo Shenyuan even asked her at the time if the president could assign someone else to manage it.
Nanwan agreed, adding that she only recognized the jade pendant, not the person.
Unexpectedly, the person who came today was Yan Jin.
Yan Jin's gaze met Nan Wan's directly, with a hint of provocation.
"I thought the Southern Gang had a fair and just election system."
"What, is my jade pendant fake?"
Nan Wan took a deep breath and uttered two words.
"sit down."
Yan Jin curled her lips into a smile. Having achieved her goal, she swaggered down and sat down in the empty seat.
Shen Xin, who was standing next to him, briefly explained the rules to him.
"Now it's your turn to offer a toast. If Miss Tang drinks alcohol, it means you advance to the next round. If she drinks tea, you're eliminated."
"Currently, it's a six-to-five elimination system."
Six advances and five eliminations?
This woman actually kept six men around; she's really a womanizer.
Yan Jin scoffed inwardly, picked up the wine glass on the table, and stood up.
He strode forward and walked straight up to Tang Xiaoya.
"Miss Tang, I toast you."
Tang Xiaoya's heart tightened, and she subconsciously reached for the teacup next to her.
Yan Jin's eyes suddenly darkened. He leaned down, whispered in her ear, and spoke in a low voice that only the two of them could hear.
"My betrothal gift is Tang Xin. Are you sure you don't want it?"
A blatant threat—no, a temptation.
Tang Xiaoya's hand froze in mid-air.
She looked up and met his unfathomable eyes.
In the end, she picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp.
never mind.
Let him advance one level first; maybe he'll get eliminated in the next round.
"Thanks."
Yan Jin straightened up, a smug smile curving her lips.
You look beautiful today.
He returned to his seat, and the dinner continued.
Everyone tacitly came over to toast Nan Wan.
Lu Qinglin blocked them all without any expression.
On the other side, two or three more people deliberately surrounded Yang Yi, pouring him drinks one after another.
Wen Youyou ate happily, completely unaffected, while Shen Xin took good care of her from the side.
Not long after, Tang Xiaoya got up and went out first.
She had little appetite, but drank quite a bit of alcohol. She felt a little dizzy and wanted to go out for some fresh air.
No sooner had she left than Yan Jin and Wen Yifan followed her out.
At the end of the corridor, the two men faced each other directly.
"Yan Jin, what exactly do you want to do!" Wen Yifan said angrily.
Yan Jin, hands in her pockets, looked nonchalant. "Choosing a husband? Don't you understand?"
"I'm warning you, stay away from Xiaoya, and don't hurt her again." Wen Yifan clenched his fists.
"If you want revenge, let's meet in the ring. Show me your strength and see what you're really made of."
After Yan Jin finished speaking, she left, not having time to pay attention to him.
Tang Xiaoya came out of the restroom, her face flushed.
As soon as she saw Yan Jin, she turned and ran.
"Why are you running?" Yan Jin took a long stride and caught up with her in a few steps, pinning her firmly against the wall.
He braced himself against the wall with one hand, grabbed her chin with the other, and lowered his head to kiss her.
This kiss carried a punitive connotation; it was fierce and cruel.
"Choosing a husband? Tang Xiaoya, you've got some nerve."
He spoke indistinctly, forcefully pulling her into his arms.
"Where's Xin Xin?" Tang Xiaoya shook her head; all she wanted to see right now was her precious daughter.
"I'll take you to see Xin Xin." Yan Jin picked her up and walked directly towards the elevator.
On the other side.
Yang Yi avoided the crowd urging him to drink and went to the terrace alone to smoke.
Mars flickered in the night.
Shen Li chased after him, stood behind him, and asked softly.
"How have you been these past three years?"
“Very good.” His voice was so cold it was icy.
Shen Li clenched her fist. "I heard you're in Fog City. I'd like to go there. Can you be my tour guide?"
Yang Yi turned around and looked at her coldly.
"That area is the border between the two countries, it's unstable, and there are many robbers there."
He paused, then uttered the last few words.
"I suggest you don't go and get yourself killed."
After saying that, he stubbed out his cigarette and walked away without looking back, as cold as ice.
As Shen Li watched his indifferent back, her heart sank.
Am I really that bad?
Three years have passed, she has already graduated from university, but he is still so cold, looking at her as if she were an enemy.
All I did was tease him a little and steal a few kisses. Is it really necessary to hold such a grudge?
Shen Li was in a bad mood, so after dinner, she dragged Wen Youyou to the most popular bar street in Sunshine City.
Sunlight City boasts a vibrant nightlife, with its ten-mile-long bar street being a major local industry.
Moreover, this area is all owned by the Southern Gang and is under Sister Xiaoya's jurisdiction. Security is excellent, and there's no smoky or chaotic atmosphere here. There's only alcohol, music, handsome men and beautiful women, and chance encounters.
The two sat down in their booths and watched the sizzling performance on the dance floor.
Shen Li ordered two signature ladies' cocktails.
Wen Youyou took a bite, and it was super spicy, but the refreshing sweetness of mint and cherry followed closely behind, making for a unique and addictive taste.
Shen Li was in a bad mood and drank several cups in a row, her fair cheeks flushed.
She was already extremely beautiful, with a slender figure—the kind of beauty that's all about thinness. Today, she wore a black spaghetti strap mini dress, and her long, straight legs looked even more captivating in the dim lighting.
Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure flashing by.
She suddenly stood up and chased after him.
"Where are you going?" Wen Youyou asked.
"I'm going to the restroom. Wait for me here." She ran off without looking back.
She pushed open the doors of several private rooms, but didn't see the person she was looking for.
When the last private room was pushed open, three men were sitting inside, and the smoke filling the room made her cough.
A burly man blocked her path, his smile malicious.
"Little sister, who are you looking for?"
"I'm sorry, I went into the wrong room." After she finished speaking, she turned around and left.
The man grabbed her wrist and said, "Beautiful lady, have a drink with me, and I'll let you go after we finish."
Shen Li forcefully shook him off, but the man clung to her again, pulling her into a tight embrace. The smell of alcohol and grease emanating from him made her stomach churn.
"What are you doing? Let me go!" Shen Li shouted.
"Let your brother kiss you, and I'll let you go." The man's lips were about to come closer.
Shen Li desperately turned her head to dodge, screaming, "Let me go! I'm from the Southern Gang! Are you looking to die?"
The man paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Little brat, don't try to fool me with that. It won't work."
After saying that, he was about to kiss me with his greasy face.
"Bang!"
The door to the private room was kicked open.
A handsome face with an extremely cold expression appeared at the door; it was Yang Yi.
"Yang Yi!" Shen Li shouted.
Yang Yi threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, and the next second, his figure was so fast that only a blur remained.
All that could be heard was the sharp sound of shattering glass and a piercing squeal from a pig.
The man who had been frivolous and lewd had his head ripped open, blood streaming down his face, and one of his large, fat hands was stuck deep into shards of glass on the table.
Before the other two men sitting on the sofa could react, Yang Yi knocked them unconscious with a clean punch and a kick.
As Shen Li watched this scene, her heart pounded so hard it felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.
So handsome.
Yang Yi took off his suit jacket, strode over, and draped it over her shoulders, covering her bare shoulders and long legs.
"Aren't you leaving?" His voice remained cold.
Shen Li's legs went weak, and she looked pitiful. "My legs are weak."
Yang Yi glanced at her, said nothing more, bent down, and picked her up in his arms.
Nestled in his broad, sturdy embrace, inhaling the refreshing scent of tobacco emanating from him, Shen Li felt her heart blossom with joy.
She was certain that he had feelings for her.
She had to go to the Fog City; it was his territory, the city of her dreams.
...
The Presidential Suite at the Vanguard Hotel.
"Xin Xin, my little darling. Where are you?"
Tang Xiaoya walked barefoot on the cool, smooth marble floor, her steps unsteady as she twirled around the hall.
She pushed open the door to the walk-in closet and peeked behind the sofa.
There was no one there.
"Xin Xin, Mommy is here, come out quickly, my little darling."
Her voice, slurred from alcohol, echoed in the empty suite, as if she had completely forgotten about the need to conceal her identity.
Yan Jin told her that Xin Xin wanted to play hide-and-seek with her.
She believed it.
Completely trusting.
Yan Jin leaned against the door frame, watching her busy figure staggering about, a very faint smile curving his thin lips.
This girl is completely drunk.
At the banquet, seven men were chosen, and they drank seven glasses first. Later, when he arrived, he saw that she had been toasted three more times.
After downing ten glasses of strong liquor, I didn't pass out immediately; my alcohol tolerance has visibly improved.
"Xin Xin, where are you?"
Tang Xiaoya searched through the entire wardrobe in her bedroom, but still couldn't find him. The alcohol amplified her emotions, making her a little annoyed.
She spun around abruptly and bumped into a solid chest.
She looked up, her eyes blurry with drunkenness, at the man before her.
"You're lying."
My baby isn't here.
She angrily raised her hand and patted his chest with her small fist, not with much force, but more like she was being coquettish.
Yan Jin let her fuss, gently patting her head with his large hand and coaxing her in a low voice.
"You go to sleep first."
"Wake up. Tomorrow, I'll take you to see her."
"OK?"
Tang Xiaoya stopped what she was doing, looked up at him, and her eyes held a hint of suspicion.
"You're not allowed to lie?"
Yan Jin pulled her into his arms, his strong arms encircling her waist to prevent her from moving around.
"I'm not lying to you."
He then reached out and pinched her delicate chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.
Tell me, who am I?
Tang Xiaoya stared at him intently for several seconds, tilting her head as she tried to think.
Then, she spoke with certainty.
"You're a bad guy."
Upon hearing this, Yan Jin let out a low laugh.
"good."
"How about the bad guy takes a bath with you?"
Tang Xiaoya seemed to understand, yet also seemed to understand, and she staggered toward the bathroom.
Yan Jin immediately followed her inside.
The bathroom was filled with steam.
Afraid she might slip, he wrapped his arms around her from behind and carefully supported her.
Warm water streamed down from the showerhead, wetting their clothes.
He patiently helped her take off her soaking wet dress.
When her large, warm hands touched her smooth, delicate skin, Yan Jin's breath hitched.
The beast that had been dormant within him for three years was awakening.
But the person in his arms was restless, her small hands groping haphazardly over his firm abs, as if exploring something new and exciting.
Yan Jin's rationality is about to collapse.
The next second, he couldn't hold back any longer and lowered his head to kiss those soft red lips.
Tang Xiaoya initially struggled to resist, but the man's scent was so familiar that she became intoxicated.
Gradually, she gave up resisting and began to respond proactively.
Steam rose from the showerhead, and the sound of water intertwined with a rhythmic melody.
It's been more than three years.
He finally possessed her completely once again.
...
Later, Yan Jin wrapped her in a bath towel, carried her out of the bathroom, and went straight to the large bed in the bedroom.
He gently set her down, then leaned down and kissed her again, with the fervor of something lost and regained.
The two fell for each other again...
He was initially restrained and gentle, as if he were handling a rare treasure.
However, under the influence of alcohol, Tang Xiaoya became exceptionally bold.
She took the initiative to hook her arms around his neck, every movement like a precise feeding, teasing his tense nerves.
Yan Jin stopped what he was doing, staring intently at her with his dark eyes, his voice hoarse.
"Tang Xiaoya, you'll regret this."
Tang Xiaoya did not answer.
She simply raised her head and, taking the initiative, kissed his lips forcefully.
The last bit of restraint in Yan Jin's eyes collapsed, and he lost control once again, turning the longing and desire that had been building up for more than three years into madness.
...
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