Meng Jiuyi didn't care about anything else. After the message was sent quickly, he stared at the screen and froze for a few seconds.
My ears suddenly felt itchy and burning.
He said that himself that day!
Even though they were far apart, she could vividly picture the man's low chuckle when he saw those words.
A message popped up.
[How should I act as a mistress? Mr. Meng, please teach me!]
She turned off her phone and didn't reply. She had originally wanted to look for Tan Ni, but she didn't see her. Instead, she noticed Zhou Ting hurrying upstairs in the banquet hall, and just by looking at her profile, she could tell that she looked very unwell.
Meng Jiuyi was a little worried, so she went upstairs to check on them.
The second-floor corridor was interconnected, and near the bathroom at the back, she heard retching sounds as soon as she entered.
The tap was running, and Zhou Ting was lying on the sink, feeling like she was about to vomit.
Meng Jiuyi handed her a tissue, "Are you alright?"
Zhou Ting shook her head and took the tissue to wipe her mouth.
"If you really can't hold on any longer, I can have the driver take you home."
"I can do it! I just lost control just now."
Zhou Ting held back her tears, her knuckles turning white. "Can I stay here for a while?"
Meng Jiuyi guessed that she had probably seen someone from back then at the banquet, so he turned around and left, giving her enough space.
Suddenly she thought of something, took a kumquat out of her bag and gave it to her.
"If you feel nauseous again, smell this; it should help."
Zhou Ting stared blankly at her. Meng Jiuyi said, "Any psychological trauma can be overcome, including nausea. I used to be terrified of fire, but now I'm normal."
After leaving the restroom, Meng Jiuyi retraced his steps. The soft silk carpet silenced his footsteps. He passed a curved balcony where a man and woman were embracing intimately.
Meng Jiuyi had no interest in watching such a thing. Just as she was about to leave, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the man's face through the dark night.
She immediately hid behind the wall, still shaken.
It turned out to be Meng Yintong's fiancé.
He Zhizhou?!
"Okay, I should go now, otherwise people will get suspicious if I'm gone for too long."
He Zhizhou said, "I'll call you when we get back, okay?"
"Brother Zhizhou, can't we let others know? Even if Uncle and Aunt knew, they wouldn't object. I'm no less than Meng Yintong. Did you never intend to have a future with me?"
How could that be?
He Zhizhou said, "My engagement is still valid. If others find out about us, I don't care about my reputation, but what about you?"
Meng Jiuyi had no more interest in listening and quickly changed direction to leave.
When she first met He Zhizhou at the Meng residence, she thought Meng Yintong was quite affectionate. But does Meng Yintong know that her fiancé is like this?
She was walking with her head down, lost in thought, when suddenly a hand firmly grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the side.
Meng Jiuyi let out a low cry as he bumped into the strong, broad chest opposite him.
The scent of sage filled her nostrils, and when she looked up, she met the man's deep eyes. He spoke slowly.
"What are you daydreaming about, President Meng? You haven't even seen your own lover."
Meng Jiuyi, after all, wasn't as thick-skinned as him, and gritted her teeth and went along with it.
"What do you mean 'mine'... Tan Yuchen, can you please stop being so shameless?"
Tan Yuchen asked, "You only dare to steal food but not admit it?"
"....."
She had no interest in chatting with him and was about to break free from his grasp when laughter suddenly came from around the corner of the corridor. Meng Jiuyi was so startled that he forgot everything and just wanted to leave as quickly as possible.
However, the man was faster than her; he turned a door, hooked his arm around her waist, and pulled her inside.
The door closed, and several girls dressed in elaborate costumes appeared in the corridor, oblivious to everything.
Separated by a door, Meng Jiuyi could clearly feel their footsteps brushing past, getting further and further away. The breath he had been holding gradually relaxed, and he withdrew his ears from the sounds behind him.
She belatedly realized how close she was to Tan Yuchen.
The dimly lit room resembled an activity room; she couldn't recall its name. The man's breathing and gaze enveloped her completely.
Meng Jiuyi avoided eye contact.
"I'll go out first, don't come with me."
She reached for the doorknob to open it, but the man's hand gripped the doorknob and her hand together. Tan Yuchen held the back of her neck and pressed her against the wall with the force, his tone ambiguous.
"I feel like I've been cheated."
Meng Jiuyi: ?
Tan Yuchen lowered his eyes and looked down at her, his fingertips gently stroking the back of her neck.
"I am young and healthy at this age, but President Meng has taken me but doesn't want to use me, leaving me alone in an empty room."
The tickling between the man's fingers made Meng Jiuyi's entire back go numb. Back then, Meng Jiuyi could be considered an innocent girl, but now, after following this man for a few months, she understands all kinds of dirty talk.
She gripped the ground with her toes, unable to bear his words.
When will I possess you?
Tan Yuchen traced his nose down along her earlobe, "Is it a pity you didn't take advantage of her that day?"
When they looked at each other closely, the man's eyes were dark and unreadable, and his Adam's apple was still bobbing, making it impossible to doubt that he was about to kiss her at any moment.
Meng Jiuyi moved away in alarm, "I really have to go!"
The man still gripped the doorknob, and she said angrily, "Tan Yuchen!"
He responded.
Give me a kiss.
"There's no way Meng Jiuyi would agree," Tan Yuchen whispered, his hand resting on the back of her neck.
"It's been a week and I haven't even received a kiss. President Meng, you should at least treat everyone equally. You only care about the older ones. It's so unfair to me, the younger one."
What's the big deal or the small deal? If we keep arguing with this bastard, who knows what other nonsense he'll spout.
"Just one time, I'll choose the location!"
Tan Yuchen gave a lazy "hmm".
Meng Jiuyi thought that if she poked his chin, he would get lost. Just like poking the ground, she stood on tiptoe and gave his chin a perfunctory kiss. Before she could retreat, the man suddenly lowered his head—the place where her lips touched instantly became his lips.
Her eyes widened, and she instantly stepped back, but a large hand hooked her waist, lifting her up and placing her on his feet.
Her stiletto heels slid into his derby shoes, leaving a dent, and Tan Yuchen cupped her face and kissed her passionately.
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