The round trip to the club took less than an hour. Meng Jiuyi handed over everything he could use to threaten Feng Lan to Tan Yuchen. With a crisp click of a lighter, the orange flame illuminated the man's face, and the film burned in his hand.
As the ashes fell into the trash can, Meng Jiuyi felt as if he had become a dry, scorched leaf, about to be burned to ashes.
Now that she no longer has anything to keep Feng Lan in check, what should she do?
Tan Yuchen said, "There's nothing else hidden, is there?"
Meng Jiuyi turned his face away, "If you don't believe me, Third Young Master, you can go and search my place."
Tan Yuchen could hear the sarcasm in her voice and said with a faint smile, "My fourth aunt is indeed guilty and deserves it. Her intentions are obvious; she deliberately wanted to push her own niece into a pit of fire."
"As long as it doesn't harm the Tan family, I won't object if you really want to use other methods to deal with her."
What's this? A slap followed by a treat?
So who was it that threatened to deal with her just now?
Meng Jiuyi forced a smile, "Third Young Master, you flatter me."
Tan Yuchen returned to the bar and said playfully, "You say it's serious, but are you secretly plotting how to mess with me?"
Meng Jiuyi said, "I wouldn't dare!"
"Now that the film is gone, and she's pressuring you again, what are you going to do?"
This person is so annoying. They just love to jump on her sore spots, asking all sorts of questions. Isn't that annoying? It's like they're going to help her.
Meng Jiuyi's words were laced with sarcasm, "If you have the time and inclination, Third Young Master, why don't you go and warn your Fourth Aunt to mind her own business? I think that would be a piece of cake for you."
She spoke with a straight face. These things were really easy for Tan Yuchen. Every time Feng Lan came to the Meng family and mentioned him, even if she spoke sarcastically, she was actually filled with fear and apprehension.
Feng Lan only dared to complain to Feng Ran, and would never dare to vent to Tan Yuchen.
Meng Jiuyi was unclear about the specific reason, but it was obvious that Feng Lan was afraid of him.
Tan Yuchen tilted his head and pondered for a moment, "Indeed, it's easy."
Meng Jiuyi's heart suddenly raced.
"and you--"
"Businessmen don't do business at a loss."
Tan Yuchen tapped his fingers lightly on the table, completely at ease. "What do I get in return for helping you?"
Meng Jiuyi was anxious, but his tone remained arrogant.
"If I really marry into the Chen family, there will be no one to help you in the future."
"That's not necessarily true."
Tan Yuchen smiled enigmatically, “Besides, you’re so restless, I’m always on guard against you plotting against me. It would be much easier to have someone more obedient, don’t you think?”
Meng Jiuyi understood the warning in his words, gritted his teeth, and couldn't help but think that it would indeed be easy for him to change partners.
When I agreed to do things for him last time, I had no choice but to be manipulated by him. I did weigh the pros and cons and felt that making money with him was faster and more reliable.
Now that he is at the mercy of others, Meng Jiuyi has become flexible and resilient, having lost his former pride.
"What would the Third Young Master want in exchange for agreeing to help?"
The lights fell from above like snowflakes, illuminating her resigned expression. Tan Yuchen, sitting with one hand on the bar, was even a little taller than her.
These words really stumped him. Calling her here was more of a warning; no one wants to have a ticking time bomb around.
Seeing her face as if she were bravely going to her death, Tan Yuchen raised an eyebrow and asked, half-jokingly.
Shouldn't we be asking you what you want?
His gaze remained fixed on her face, that languid, wicked, and unfathomable quality.
Under his unwavering gaze, Meng Jiuyi felt a sudden tremor beneath his feet, and his throat tightened inexplicably as he recalled his ambiguous teasing last time, and the various scandalous news stories about him in the entertainment newspapers.
Those seemingly plausible guesses have now come true.
Even his question just now felt like a hook, tickling her ears.
A voice resonated deep within her, loud and clear.
She absolutely cannot marry into the Chen family. That piece of paper she's married with isn't her protection; it's her epitaph.
Meng Jiuyi took a deep breath and walked towards him.
A few steps later, the last bit of distance between them disappeared. Tan Yuchen let her come closer, and there was a fragrance in the air that hadn't been there before, like crushed camellia juice, coming from her.
The lamplight, like silver frost, clearly illuminated the brokenness and allure in her eyes.
“I don’t have as much wealth as you, nor do I have as much power. The reason Chen Xiaoran is willing to be led by the nose by your fourth aunt is probably not only because of the Meng family’s status, but also because of my decent appearance.”
She lightly touched his chest with her fingers.
Her mind was already taut, and she didn't notice Tan Yuchen's momentary pause.
Her hand slowly moved upwards until it touched his Adam's apple, and the corners of her lips curved into a captivating smile.
"Does the Third Young Master want it?"
Tan Yuchen remained silent.
The floor lamp behind him cast a cool light. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he guided her fingers down, the scalding heat spreading from her fingertips to Meng Jiuyi's arm.
She was far from being as calm and composed as she appeared; her hands were trembling slightly.
After a while, his voice became hoarse, like frost coated with honey.
Are you sure you want to use this for the transaction?
"Isn't that right?" Isn't this exactly what he wants?
Meng Jiuyi looked up, her trembling hidden beneath her captivating charm.
She moved slightly closer to him, and because of the high stool, she had to lean towards him while standing on tiptoe. Without anything to support her, she swayed precariously.
Tan Yuchen made no attempt to catch her from beginning to end; his eyelids slid down, and his gaze fell on her face.
"Have you thought it through?"
Meng Jiuyi showed him with her actions that just as her lips were about to kiss his cheek, a large hand suddenly slashed across her waist and pulled hard. She screamed in fright and fell into his arms, losing her balance.
They switched places, and she grabbed the man's shirt with both hands, causing it to swirl.
It was at this moment that Meng Jiuyi saw his eyes clearly; they were indifferent and languid, and his emotions were hard to discern through the cold light.
"Miss Meng, you really can't seduce me with this much?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com