After Xu Yanzhi carried her into the car, the ointment for the abrasions that Uncle Zhuang had gone to buy arrived.
Uncle Zhuang had never seen such a daring and reckless girl. The few times they met, it was either in the wilderness or she fell into the lake and barely survived.
Now, it's even so fierce that it crashes directly into a tree trunk; it's truly terrifying.
Uncle Zhuang gave them enough space and got out of the car to wait.
She was wearing flat ballet flats tonight, which Xu Yanzhi easily took off.
The car interior lights turned on automatically, and he tried to apply medicine to her, but she struggled and wouldn't let him touch her.
"Don't move!"
He warned in a deep voice, his glance calm yet intimidating.
He still held her ankle firmly; his palms were broad, and his thumb and forefinger could easily encircle her.
Even though he was looking straight ahead, his eyes were deep and unfathomable, leaving no doubt that if she didn't cooperate, he wouldn't hesitate to use other methods to make her behave.
As if by some strange twist of fate, a feeling of weightlessness gripped Meng Jiuyi tightly, the dizziness from the car crash still lingering.
She turned her face away and stopped arguing with him.
Xu Yanzhi gently applied alcohol to the wound on her calf with a cotton swab. The airbag only protected her upper body; one side of her knee was bruised, and sharp shards had torn a bloody gash in her calf.
A sharp, stinging pain shot through him, and Meng Jiuyi hissed softly.
His hand movements did not slow down in the slightest.
"pain!...."
She tried to pull her foot back, but of course she couldn't. Xu Yanzhi looked up at her.
"You still feel pain? You've been having a lot of fun racing cars, treating intersections like your own backyard. You're practically a female assassin now, what do you care about pain?"
He is usually polite and gentlemanly, with just the right amount of gentleness and refinement.
This is the first time I've seen such blatant irony.
Meng Jiuyi was a person who was indifferent to others, and she followed suit, turning her face away coldly.
"Thank you for your help, Mr. Xu. It's still No. 29 Wuxing Road."
It was referring to the address of her neighborhood; Xu Yanzhi had given her a ride there before.
Xu Yanzhi looked at her with a faint smile.
"I don't plan to take you back."
It all seemed to be Meng Jiuyi's wishful thinking.
She held her breath, picked up her ballet shoes, put them on, and was about to open the car door.
However, before he could even open a crack, Xu Yanzhi grabbed his arm back, followed by a slight "click"—the car door was locked.
Anger instantly seized her, and Meng Jiuyi glared at him resentfully, "Xu Yanzhi, what do you mean?"
"You're not calling me Mr. Xu anymore?"
If she listened carefully, she could detect a slight chuckle in the man's voice.
Xu Yanzhi leaned closer, looked down at her, and her refreshing and clean scent lingered around Meng Jiuyi's nostrils.
"Aren't you going to tell me what happened tonight?"
The moonlight outside the window was dim, and his eyes were so dark; he wouldn't let her go until he got an answer.
But just moments before, a pair of eyes had been watching her from afar, their eyes filled with clear disgust.
Being disgusted by someone who doesn't care about him doesn't bother Meng Jiuyi at all. But he never expresses his emotions to anyone.
Aside from expressing his dislike for her.
Meng Jiuyi looked up at him and smiled brightly and generously.
"It's just what you see. I'm short of money, and Tan Yue happens to have money. It's just one night, what's the big deal?"
Xu Yanzhi didn't speak, but looked down at her coldly.
Meng Jiuyi's eyes reflected his cold face, the corners of his mouth still curved brightly, "Mr. Xu, don't try to be a good person to me. There are so many people who have fallen into prostitution, can you save them all?"
He definitely doesn't know.
Their initial encounter wasn't because he was a well-known figure throughout the school. Meng Jiuyi's college life was entirely focused on making money; she could only survive when she was busy, and she had no time for romantic escapades.
Instead, on a certain evening when she couldn't bear the emptiness any longer, she hid in the laboratory at Zhihua University.
The withered robes that Meng Jiuyi lived in were infested with countless lice. Whenever she stopped, she would think of the past and of walking with Sui Sui.
These suicidal thoughts were interrupted by Xu Yanzhi, who suddenly came to conduct centipede experiments.
A soft lamplight enveloped her as she peacefully coexisted with him for forty minutes, hiding behind the lab table.
He didn't ask her why she was crying, but he glanced at her head that kept popping out of the window.
When he left, he left the lamp behind and also left her a piece of candy.
Meng Jiuyi wiped away her tears, staring blankly at the fruit candy, and suddenly forgot why she had been carrying a knife.
He saved her, and he also despised her.
Both sides are cleared.
"Xu Yanzhi, go save others."
Meng Jiuyi twitched the corner of her mouth, then reached out to pry open his hand.
Xu Yanzhi suddenly exerted force, forcing her to fall into his arms. When she looked up, she met his dark, cloud-covered eyes.
"Can't Tan Sheng meet these needs for you?"
Meng Jiuyi was slightly taken aback, then laughed and said, "Yeah, all the money is with his mother, and my aunt is so wary of me. How could a few hundred thousand be enough for me? So I came out to find some extra money."
He was already holding on tightly, and with each of Meng Jiuyi's self-deprecating words, he tightened his grip so much that she began to frown.
Xu Yanzhi leaned closer to her, his lips curving into an ambiguous smile.
"Why go through all this trouble when you could just come to me directly?"
What?
"Miss Meng is very shrewd and sophisticated; every time I meet her, she is a refreshing sight."
He ran his finger across her face. "Since you're so capable, what man can't you win over? You might be able to get me faster."
Meng Jiuyi felt as if she couldn't breathe, her nasal cavity filled with his breath.
The man's actions were so intimate, his hot breath even concealing a hint of desire, yet his eyes clearly showed his contempt for her.
Embarrassed, her eyes welled up with tears. "I won't do business with you!"
Xu Yanzhi stared at her intently, his gaze unhurried and deliberate.
“We know each other first. I saved you that night at the banquet, so I’m practically your benefactor. There’s no business a businessman can’t do, and there’s no such thing as giving without expecting anything in return. You keep saying you want to thank me, so now is the perfect opportunity to repay you.”
Meng Jiuyi seemed to stop breathing. Over the years, she had heard other unpleasant things. Chen Xiaoran had utterly despised her to the core that night at the bar.
These are just statements he made, statements that treat her as a commodity.
A slow, suffocating sensation seemed to grip Meng Jiuyi's throat. She smiled at him even more alluringly and said defiantly.
"Alright, since Mr. Xu is so rich, ten billion isn't too much to ask, right? Give it to me and I'll sell it to you!"
Xu Yanzhi gave her a deep look.
He rolled down the car window, and a chilly breeze suddenly rushed in from the previously warm night.
Uncle Zhuang stood not far away waiting, and when he saw the commotion, he slowly stepped forward.
"Pen!"
Xu Yanzhi uttered just one word, yet the surrounding air seemed to freeze. Uncle Zhuang handed him a pen, and he took the notebook beside him and quickly scribbled a few lines.
Uncle Zhuang was a little confused. The two of them were fine just now, so why did they suddenly become so hostile?
Looking at Miss Meng across from her, she was frowning and looking to the side, her whole being exuding stubbornness.
There wasn't enough time for him to look at it much.
The car window rolled up, plunging the car into complete darkness. The check that the man had torn off flew past Meng Jiuyi's ear like a gust of wind.
"One billion! It can be exchanged at any bank."
Xu Yanzhi asked casually, "Miss Meng, would you like to go to the hotel now?"
He was also angered by her, so he said things without thinking.
Meng Jiuyi stared blankly at the check at his feet; his handwriting was vigorous and powerful, flowing like dragons and snakes.
She didn't know what expression to make—whether to be amazed that she would ever see so many zeros in her life, or proud that he was willing to spend so much money to buy her as an object.
Even faster than all these reactions came a laugh, like a self-mocking laugh.
There was only one sound, which made people wonder if they had misheard.
But that sound stunned Xu Yanzhi.
A string of tears slid down the corner of her eye, which she wiped away in an instant.
Meng Jiuyi crumpled the banknotes into a ball and threw it at his face, yelling, "Take your money and get out! I never want to see you again!"
The crumpled paper rolled down Xu Yan's chin. He didn't flinch. In the dim light, he just stared intently at her.
Meng Jiuyi got out of the car as he walked past her, but Xu Yanzhi suddenly pulled her back. She was forced to fall into his arms, and when she couldn't break free, she punched his shoulder.
"Let go! Let go of me!"
She couldn't push him away at all, so she bit his shoulder hard, almost until it bled.
Xu Yanzhi held the back of her head and let her bite.
The dampness of his shirt against his chest felt like it was burning into his heart, and a sudden, indescribable pain shot through his flesh, making his voice hoarse.
"sorry."
This is the first time the man, who is usually very meticulous, has apologized for his recklessness, his careless words, and his disrespect.
Until blood seeped through his shoulders, until his shirt was soaked.
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