What will they follow in their footsteps?
The onlookers were completely baffled.
Xu Yanzhi looked up at him for two seconds, his half-closed and deep eyes carrying a faint scrutiny.
"When did the Third Young Master start delving into metaphysics?"
"What a coincidence, just now."
Tan Yuchen flicked his cigarette, the ash falling in a flurry. "Lately, there have been surprises and accidents every few days. Life has been like a rollercoaster ride, so I've started praying to the gods and Buddhas. I also gave Chairman Xu a free fortune telling."
Meng Jiuyi felt a chill down the back of her neck, giving her the unsettling feeling of being subtly insulted.
Xu Yan asked, "What does the hexagram mean?"
"They say it's been dry lately, so remember to be careful with fire and theft, and beware of—"
Tan Yuchen continued casually, slowly saying, "Brother."
No one knew what caused that tense atmosphere; it was like an ice ball falling into boiling water, the bubbles disappearing in an instant, the fire sizzling and extinguishing.
The lively atmosphere from just moments ago instantly fell silent, oppressed by an inexplicable gloom.
Xu Yanzhi looked at him with an ambiguous expression.
The man let him look, a faint smile playing on his lips, like a lazy lion taking a nap.
But that was just a deceptive gesture; he could pounce at any moment, baring his fangs.
Tan Yuchen slowly uttered an "Ah," and said, "I've got it mixed up. This seems to be my divination, but as for Chairman Xu's, it seems to be—"
He rested his fingers on his temples, genuinely contemplating, before finally uttering a few words.
"Stealing what others love."
Meng Jiuyi suddenly opened his eyes wide.
What's the meaning?
His words were so pointed that not only Xu Yanzhi, but also the other men behind him sensed something was amiss.
He spoke calmly, “...for example, that bottle of wine at the previous auction.”
Wow!
The tense atmosphere dissipated, and Xu Yanzhi relaxed his brow and smiled, "You still remember something from so long ago?"
No one else would likely think of this.
Meng Jiuyi's experience here was like riding a rollercoaster.
This scoundrel is too audacious; he speaks in a roundabout way, and you always feel like he's going to drag her into it with his next sentence.
She gently tugged at Xu Yanzhi's sleeve. He looked down at her and his coldness vanished. She handed him a can of Coke.
"I don't want to get my hands dirty, you open it for me."
This is so romantic! Someone next to us is pretending to cough.
Distracted, Xu Yanzhi had no time to think about what had just happened, and his finger hooked onto the pull ring.
The peaceful atmosphere returned to normal.
Amidst the crisp sound of the pull ring, Meng Jiuyi inadvertently raised her face and met Tan Yuchen's eyes across from her.
The setting sun outlined his sharply defined face, and she thought he would make a blatant threat or a sarcastic remark, just like before.
If he truly treats her as something to be played with at will, he will definitely be unhappy.
But he remained remarkably calm, effortlessly scattering the ash from his cigarette through his hand.
The sharpness and gloom of that moment just now seemed like an illusion.
But what was even more unsettling was that it seemed as if a storm was brewing for her.
Zhou Bo asked, "Why is Miss Meng working as a caddie in Cen Dong?"
Meng Jiuyi took a sip of cola and said, "I saw that Boss Cen's benefits were very good online, so I came here to do part-time work."
"As expected, this beautiful woman is not only pretty but also hardworking. How are we freeloaders supposed to survive?"
These people spoke politely and respectfully, and Meng Jiuyi smiled.
Yu Guangli's black figure got up from the sofa and walked straight to the door. Meng Jiuyi secretly glanced at him, then put his phone to his face without stopping.
It seemed someone had called him.
As they walked down the long corridor, Jiang Zhou reported to Tan Yuchen.
"Third Young Master, the fingerprint and bloodstain DNA results from that desk lamp are in. We've also questioned everyone around the girl, and those in Cambodia..."
Tan Yuchen slightly lifted his eyelids. "Just finish speaking."
Jiang Zhou sensed that his tone was not good and carefully replied.
"There was a slight mishap during the meeting."
**
After several rounds of drinking, the tannins have already fermented in my stomach, and if I continue drinking, I'll really get drunk.
The group then moved to the other side of the screen to play cards.
Someone asked, "Where's Tan San? Why hasn't he come back yet?"
The waiter stepped forward and said that he had just seen the Third Young Master come down the mountain on business. This man always came and went freely, and no one else paid any attention to it.
Go down the mountain?
Meng Jiuyi breathed a sigh of relief for no apparent reason. Without this person around, the burden on his back seemed to instantly loosen.
They were playing deeppeek, and the stakes were quite high. One game was equivalent to several years' salary for an average person, but for these people, it was nothing compared to the fine sand slipping through their fingers.
Zhou Bo invited, "Miss Meng, would you like to play together?"
Meng Jiuyi shook his head and smiled.
"What are you afraid of? If you don't know how, Chairman Xu will teach you."
She insisted on refusing, but Xu Yanzhi didn't force her. He turned his face away and whispered in her ear.
"Shall we have someone take you to change your clothes?"
Although the suit was long, it couldn't completely cover her skirt, which spread out like flower petals at the base of her thighs.
Meng Jiuyi also felt that sitting for a while was indeed a bit too short, so she didn't argue with him and got up to leave.
There are changing rooms upstairs.
There were other people on the court, and after this afternoon's fermentation, who knows what kind of rumors would spread outside. I just finished adding Zhou Ting's contact information on my phone.
Meng Jiuyi sent her a message.
Sister Zhou, can I have dinner with you tonight?
The waiter had prepared her clothes and left, giving her ample personal space. Meng Jiuyi changed her clothes and went out. The corridor was in a medieval style, with wall lamps casting a cluster of light on the walls.
As Meng Jiuyi rounded the corner, he froze – the man who had clearly descended the mountain was now leaning lazily against the wall, seemingly holding a file folder in his hand.
Hearing the noise, Tan Yuchen slowly raised his eyelids, his dark pupils locking onto her like they were locking onto prey.
Meng Jiuyi felt a pang of panic; her sense of danger made her instinctively back away.
However, the man was much faster than her. Before she could run more than a few steps, his arm tightly gripped her waist.
Tan Yuchen carried her back to the room with one hand and locked the door.
She was placed on the edge of the sofa, a space only a hand's width wide, which was not enough for her to sit steadily. Just as Meng Jiuyi was about to get down, she was forcefully pushed back down.
With her completely suspended in mid-air behind her, she screamed in fright and instinctively grabbed his shirt.
Tan Yuchen let her grab him, but deliberately followed her pulling force downwards, and the two of them fell onto the sofa together, their bodies intertwined.
Her head was firmly supported by his palm, and she felt no vibration at all, but she was completely crushed and covered. They were pressed tightly together, and the fear and unease made her tremble and cry out.
"Tan Yuchen...get out of my way!"
Tan Yuchen pressed his ear to her neck and sniffed hard; his hoarse voice was even more unsettling.
"Weren't you just pretending not to know me and calling me cousin?"
His breath filled every breath, almost forcibly filling Meng Jiuyi's nostrils.
The room was already dark, and with him pinning her down, she was completely enveloped in his shadow. When she looked up, she met his deep pupils, which were devoid of any light, as if a black hole was forcefully sucking her in.
She felt inexplicably terrified.
“We all assume the deal is being done in secret, so of course I'll call you cousin to your face.”
Tan Yuchen chuckled, as if laughing at her clumsy excuse.
"So how did you act in front of him?"
Meng Jiuyi opened her eyes wide, trying to avoid his gaze, but he forcefully lifted her chin, the irresistible force leaving her no way to escape.
He gently rubbed her lower lip with his fingertip.
"Did he kiss you?"
The crushing dryness felt like it was generating countless electric currents, and she trembled so much that she couldn't speak. His face, however, grew increasingly grim, as if a storm was brewing.
"Or more?"
His gaze was terrifying.
"I don't need to explain anything to you!"
Meng Jiuyi turned her head to avoid his gaze, but he forcefully turned her back to him.
Her scalp tingled, and she tried to push him away, but he grabbed her head tightly. Tan Yuchen held her face and kissed her deeply.
She immediately forgot to struggle.
The man kissed her deeply. Having learned from his previous experiences, his tongue instantly forced its way through her teeth, almost as if he wanted to devour her, stirring her mouth upside down.
He inhaled her scent with abandon, infatuated and frantic.
No matter where Meng Jiuyi hid, he could always follow her like a shadow. She clenched her teeth and tried to bite him, but he seemed to know her thoughts in advance and grabbed her chin without giving her a chance to resist.
This left her with no choice but to accept everything about him.
The sound of water stains grew louder in the dimly lit room.
After several rounds, she was completely limp, her hands still subtly moving downwards. After finally managing to dodge, Meng Jiuyi's voice was trembling with tears.
"Don't do that, I have a boyfriend, Tan Yuchen! He's also your brother."
"Yeah?"
His voice was dangerous. "Then why don't we invite him over to listen?"
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