His scorching breath instantly enveloped her completely. She clutched his cool-textured suit jacket, her heart swirling with helplessness. Her pale yellow sundress hung precariously from her shoulders, as if it could be pulled off with the slightest tug.
Her waist was gripped tightly, so fiercely it felt like it was about to break.
Xu Yanzhi's hand veins bulged, as if he was about to explore deeper into the space at any moment.
But in the end, he did nothing. He just gripped her waist even tighter and, with great willpower, pulled down the hem of her skirt that was piled up around her waist, covering the alluring scenery.
All the air in the room was sucked out, and hot steam came from all directions, clinging to the hair dryer.
The condensed dewdrops gently fell to the ground with a soft patter.
Uncle Zhuang brought the doctor over, and a discussion could be heard outside the door. The two men woke up almost at the same time.
The dark blue floral curtains couldn't block out all the light; the man's face was close at hand, his eyes filled with a dark and restless intensity, a stark contrast to his usual clear gaze.
Meng Jiuyi sprang up like a spring machine, grabbed the blanket, and buried herself completely under it.
Desire and excitement surged through his blood. Xu Yanzhi's breathing was full of restraint as he endured the urge that was enough to make his body ache before getting up to go outside to greet the doctor.
The body on the bed was a zombie that had been buried for a thousand years and was completely dry from the wind, so it didn't move at all. It only showed its face and closed its eyes when the doctor gently suggested that the tongue coating be checked. But it closed the coffin lid again after a few seconds.
After checking the temperature and listening to the patient's heart, it was finally determined that the patient had a fever due to a cold and needed an IV drip.
The doctor we invited was a highly reputable physician from Songhe Medical Center; she was the one who devised the treatment plan after Meng Jiuyi fell into the water and developed pneumonia and fever. All the medications were brought along, the doctor reminded us during the dispensing process.
"Chairman Xu, it would be helpful for Miss Meng to show her face and breathe fresh air, which would aid in her recovery."
Xu Yanzhi stared at the motionless grave mound on the bed, a faint chuckle escaping his lips.
"Let her be."
His words were filled with obvious doting affection. After the IV drip was finished, Uncle Zhuang saw the doctor out.
Xu Yanzhi went out to make a few phone calls, and when he came back, she was still motionless, except for her right hand, which was obediently sticking out of the blanket to receive an IV drip.
Judging by his appearance, he could lie there for another thousand years.
Xu Yanzhi sat on the edge of the bed and said softly, "After kissing someone, don't you want to say anything?"
"It was clearly you—"
She angrily threw off the covers, but when she met those warm, smiling eyes, she realized she had been tricked and immediately pulled them back over her tightly.
Xu Yanzhi's voice was helpless, "You never plan to talk to me again?"
She pretended to be dead and didn't respond.
His impulse came at an inopportune time; he wanted to lift a corner of the blanket to see her face, which he believed would be more beautiful than a blooming datura.
But she stubbornly resisted, clutching the corner of the blanket with two fingers, and her sweet yet powerful "No!" inexplicably softened Xu Yanzhi's heart.
The events that have occurred have almost completely shattered the order he had built up over the past two decades, telling him that his self-control, which he was so proud of, was nothing more than that.
Reason returned, but desire did not. He even lingered, fearing that if things were to repeat themselves, they would only escalate to an even more outrageous state.
"What would you like to eat? I'll go buy it."
She remained silent.
His words carried a hint of amusement and threat: "If you don't speak, how long do you think this blanket can be kept?"
"don't want!"
She clutched the blanket tightly, muttering softly in resignation.
"I want congee, and also steamed buns, sticky rice chicken..."
"Anything else?"
He didn't need to buy it himself; a phone call was all it took for someone to deliver it to him.
But Xu Yanzhi knew she needed time to recover; he feared that if she stayed any longer, she would disappear underground.
"It's gone..."
Xu Yanzhi softly hummed in agreement, then placed her right hand, which was receiving an IV drip, under the blanket. She didn't hear him speak for a long time, but even through the blanket, she could feel him watching her.
Meng Jiuyi felt inexplicably uneasy, "...Why aren't you leaving yet?"
Xu Yanzhi stroked her head. "Last time I asked you what you wanted from me in exchange, and I've decided now. When are you going to ask me for it?"
Her hands were very white, like a piece of clean jade, and needles stuck in them looked particularly unsightly.
Xu Yanzhi had never met anyone who could make his heart ache just by being quiet. If she were anyone else at that age, he wondered how much her family would spoil her.
Kissing her was an accident, but the man couldn't wait to find a real stance and foothold for this accident.
Meng Jiuyi's voice was muffled, "I don't have anything I want from Mr. Xu."
She was being hypocritical, yet also filled with apprehension.
The bedroom was dimly lit, making the man's features and eyes appear obscure and indistinct.
He lowered his head slightly, his voice low but loud enough for her to hear.
"You have the ability to seduce me, but you don't have the guts to ask me for anything?"
He guessed that the beautiful scenery was something she had done on purpose.
Xu Yanzhi left as soon as he finished speaking. There seemed to be a three-second pause behind him, followed by a twisted and dark sound of someone climbing onto the bed.
He couldn't help but laugh.
After the door closed gently, Meng Jiuyi peeked out from under the covers. Her face was still flushed, but her eyes had regained their clarity.
The bedroom was much warmer than before—there was a heater in the room, and the warm air felt like soft sand on my face.
He just had it brought up.
Meng Jiuyi was stunned for a moment, then lowered her face. Guilt and self-loathing, like a spider crawling in the shadows, instantly wove a thick web in her heart.
**
When the Gulfstream G700 lands at Kyushu International Airport, there is a dedicated tarmac and shuttle vehicles.
Knowing who was on board, besides the driver, airport staff were also on high alert, standing guard by the gangway.
Tan Yuchen disembarked empty-handed, while other passengers on the plane collected his luggage.
The afternoon sunlight outlined his deep, dark shadow. He got into his car, crossed his legs, and made a phone call, but no one answered.
He clicked his tongue softly.
You've really gotten to know things.
Jiang Zhou got into the driver's seat and asked him if he wanted to go back and rest first.
The trip to the Middle East was originally scheduled for two weeks, with most of the group's oil and infrastructure projects located there. Tan Yuchen managed to compress the packed schedule into ten days, and even Jiang Zhou, who is used to intense schedules, started to feel sleepy.
Tan Yuchen closed his eyes and pretended to doze off, then mentioned a place.
Jiang Zhou didn't hear clearly.
"Third Young Master, may I ask if it's Fujian or Lingnan?"
He does own a villa on Lingnan Road, and the other place is where Miss Meng lives.
The slight glimpse from the rearview mirror is almost imperceptible, yet it instantly creates a sense of oppression and makes it difficult to breathe.
"Shall I get you a hearing aid?"
Jiang Zhou immediately understood.
That's not his fault; Tan Yuchen always said he wanted to go to Miss Meng's place before.
Tan Yuchen then asked, "Have you found them?"
Jiang Zhou said, "According to the consumption information, the girl is currently in Cambodia. Our people have already contacted her and are expected to meet her this evening. We will take her back to China tomorrow."
Tan Yuchen hummed in agreement, raising his eyebrows slightly.
Before he could even speak, Cen Dong made a harassing phone call, giving him an address and insisting he come today.
Tan Yuchen slightly lifted his eyelids, his expression somewhat lazy.
"I'm busy."
"Tan Yuchen, are you still my brother? I'm about to enter the sea of suffering in a few days, and you're not even coming to my last bachelor party, are you?"
This Saturday is his engagement party with Song Er. They've both been having a blast lately, and Cen Dong has been calling him nonstop every day while they're in the Middle East.
Tan Yuchen chuckled.
"You've been engaged so many times, don't you know whether it will actually happen?"
Two years ago, Cen Dong got engaged, but his bride ran away to another country on the day of the engagement, leaving him completely bewildered and making headlines in the entertainment news. He was laughed at by everyone around him for half a year.
"Should I seal off the customs for you in advance?"
"Get the hell out of here."
Cen Dongdao said, "Are you coming or not? If you're not coming, I'm going to Orange Garden to skip you out right now."
The two brothers often stabbed each other in the back. Whenever Cen Dong went to the old lady's place to stir things up, Tan Yuchen's marriage would be brought up again.
Tan Yuchen asked lazily, "Who's there?"
"Everyone's here, even Chairman Xu was roused by me."
Upon receiving a signal from Tan Yuchen, Jiang Zhou drove the Maybach out of the airport, turned around, and headed towards Xiangzhou Golf Resort.
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Don't worry, Lao Tan can get it back. Good night~
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