When Tan Yuchen returned, Cen Dong was playing darts on the terrace. The target was already quite crowded, but he missed the bullseye several times.
If you look closely at this target image, the black and white contrasts resemble a spiral, giving people an extremely dizzying visual experience.
Cen Dong heard footsteps behind him. "After you changed this thing like this, it makes me dizzy."
"Then go see an ophthalmologist."
After Tan Yuchen finished speaking, he picked up a dart and threw it. The strong wind swept past Cen Dong's ear and hit the bullseye.
Cen Dong asked, "Has practicing for so long had any effect on your eyes?"
Tan Yuchen slowly shook his head, unwilling to say more.
He transformed the third floor of the villa into an open-air terrace, where birdsong mingled with the fragrance of flowers and fruits, and the setting sun cast its last rays upon the wine table as it sank between the mountains.
The servants are not allowed to enter without orders, but the food delivery robot made one trip after another.
He sat back in his previous spot, lit a cigarette, and the pale yellow sunlight of the setting sun outlined his nonchalant expression.
Cen Dong sat opposite him and picked up a piece of bullfrog.
"Are you really planning to go to the banquet that Tan Jing is hosting tonight?"
Tan Yuchen flicked his cigarette ash and said, "Go ahead, you're practically begging me on your knees."
"Aren't you worried this might be a trap?"
Tan Jing is from the branch of his maternal grandfather's younger brother, and he is of the same generation as Tan Yuchen. Since Daying Automobile separated from Bairui Group, there has been no business competition, and everyone has maintained a superficial calm.
Cen Dong clicked his tongue and said, "Chen Zhongli and his son got that position by getting people to vote for them one by one, but you made him amend the Commercial Law with just a few words. The fat goose that was about to be eaten flew away. Guess how much Tan Jing wants to tear you apart now."
Tan Yuchen chuckled: "How terrifying."
Cen Dong: "..."
Judging from the man's fearless demeanor, he was overthinking it.
"By the way, why did you deliberately leak the surveillance footage from the banquet at the mansion to Tan Jing?"
Tan Yuchen didn't reply, his eyelashes lowered, smoke drifting between his fingers, his lazy expression appearing unfathomable in the smoke.
"Want to know?"
"Stop talking nonsense."
"Two hundred billion to buy out."
Cen Dong wanted to kick him twice, but seeing his joking around, it was clear he wasn't planning to say anything.
He took a swig of braised pork and began to talk eloquently.
"Brother, let me give you some advice. If you really want to bring down your distant uncle, isn't that going too far afield?"
The Shen family owns the largest media organization in the country. If you agree to a marriage alliance with them, you'll have the entire social media landscape under your control. Wouldn't it be easy to influence public opinion then?
Shen Yuan practically clung to him, but he remained unmoved, like Tang Sanzang encountering a spider demon.
Tan Yuchen lazily raised his eyes, and a thin, transparent cloud of smoke was exhaled freely with his voice.
"We live in a society governed by the rule of law; prostitution is illegal."
"That's not how it works, brother. It's good enough that there's anything to sell at all!"
He gave a half-smile, "It sounds like you'd rather be in this business?"
Cen Dong smiled, revealing a set of white teeth. "I would love to go to great lengths for my brothers, but Shen Yuan doesn't think much of me."
What's more, Song Er alone is enough to annoy him; his father comes to ask about the progress every few days.
Tan Yuchen: "Isn't there her grandmother? Old Master Shen just passed away not long ago."
Cen Dong cursed: "Why should I skip two generations!"
Tan Yuchen looked at him through the smoke and raised an eyebrow.
"So you're interested in her mother? I don't mind helping you make the connection."
Damn it, he led me astray.
"Get the hell out of here!"
As Cen Dong finished another plate of lion's head meatballs, he said that his favorite dish was Huainan cuisine from Tan Yuchen's restaurant. Back then, a master chef of state banquets was hired into the Tan family, and his superb culinary skills left no one with any complaints.
Only this young master was picky about food, and after much deliberation, the master made repeated improvements.
These days, it's truly a case of being too bland if you're not at all, and too bland if you are.
Tan Yuchen clicked his tongue lightly as he looked at his gluttonous expression.
"I don't feed pigs here."
Cen Dong said, "As the saying goes, beauty is food for the eyes. You're already full, so why are you arguing with me?"
Tan Yuchen glanced at him.
Cen Dong laughed, "Don't pretend! I was wondering why the sheep and people had disappeared."
The view from the third-floor terrace was excellent. Cen Dong came out but didn't see anyone. He immediately spotted Tan Yuchen and Meng Jiuyi in the bird grove.
Despite how much this man flirts with women in the entertainment industry, the ladies from prominent families avoid him like the plague. Forget about meeting him in private; whenever someone tries to flirt with him at a banquet, it's like giving a blind man a gift—Tan Yuchen doesn't give a single reaction.
This is the first time I've ever been specifically greeted like this.
"So it turns out someone was lusting after beautiful women."
Tan Yuchen put down his cup and said calmly, "Are you talking about that sheep?"
"Don't use this ugly freak as a shield."
Yama was originally kept by Cen Dong for fun, but that damned bastard turned out to be a traitor, and he kept spitting on him.
Cen Dong, unable to bear it any longer, retaliated by throwing the bait at Tan Yuchen, who never expected that Tan would treat him like a docile little lamb.
Tan Yuchen looked at him meaningfully, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Do you really have to be so self-deprecating?"
Cen Dong didn't know this reference, so let's get back to the main topic.
"You two are only cousins in name only; you're practically unrelated. If you really have such intentions—"
Instead of answering, Tan Yuchen asked, "Do you think I would?"
He seemed unserious, but his eyes and brows revealed an open and honest nature, which made Cen Dong realize he had misunderstood.
"One last question: Why did Chen Zhongli defect? What evidence did you have against him? This congressman usually has impenetrable bodyguards; how did you get close to him?"
Cen Dong was completely baffled. "Could it be related to that day on the cruise ship?"
Tan Yuchen suddenly accepted Su Renyu's invitation to the Ougenro last month. Cen Dong was quite puzzled at the time, but he couldn't leave that day because his father had to have dinner with the Song family.
Cruise ship.
Certain words always evoke a memory: she sat on his lap amidst the bustling crowd.
It was a weight that made your heart itch, just the right amount.
She looks quite thin, but her body is incredibly flexible.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, grasping that slender section perfectly and gently kneading it in his palm.
As Cen Dong pondered, Tan Yuchen's eyes grew increasingly dark, and he stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.
"With so many questions, how about we rename you Curious Baby?"
"roll!"
**
When Meng Jiuyi left with his father and the others in the evening, he did not return to the Meng residence, but went directly to his rented room.
Wenqi went back to her hometown these past two days. The room was pitch black, and when the lights were on, it felt cold.
Although he had been doing this for several years, Meng Jiuyi was now finding it a little hard to get used to.
A message from Shen Yuan popped up on my phone.
[Shen Yuan]: Is this the band application your friend submitted? I've found it. She is indeed very talented and comes from a good family, but this time they are only recruiting one cellist, so the acceptance rate is several hundred to one.
The enlarged image shows Gao Xianyue's application for an orchestra, and two more messages pop up.
[Chen Yuan]: I forgot to tell you, Dean Wang's daughter is also among the applicants. After all, who wouldn't want a job with high social status? It's just a sinecure. What do you think your friend's chances are?
[Chen Yuan]: My grandfather's birthday is still more than half a month away, no rush, take your time to think about it.
"......"
Meng Jiuyi was speechless.
If Shen Yuan used all these petty tricks on Tan Yuchen, she wouldn't be afraid of not being able to handle him. Instead, she's using them to scheme against her, isn't she?
She hasn't thought it through yet, or perhaps she simply doesn't dare.
Her hesitant face was reflected in her phone screen; this choice, where neither advancing nor retreating meant certain death, was far from easy. If she agreed, she would be making an enemy of Tan Yuchen.
Meng Jiuyi had just put down her phone and was about to go wash up.
Mo Ruyue suddenly called.
Isn't she supposed to be back tomorrow?
Meng Jiuyi answered the call, puzzled, and heard a sobbing voice on the other end.
"Xiao Jiu, what should we do... your brother has been kidnapped..."
"Isn't he at school?"
Meng Jiuyi was completely confused. "Are you in the country or abroad right now?"
“He didn’t have any classes during this period, and when he heard that I was going back to China, he insisted on coming back with me for a couple of days. I couldn’t refuse him, so I agreed.”
Mo Ruyue cried as she said that he had made plans to go to a bar with his friends as soon as he returned to Kyushu, and she couldn't stop him no matter what she said. She was afraid something would happen to him, so she waited outside and wanted to go home together.
"As a result, his friend came out and said that he had offended someone inside, and the other party detained him and threatened to cut off his hand."
Meng Jiuyi leaned against the wall, her neck drooping, her whole body ice-cold.
"Why don't you call Meng Xincheng for help? Haven't you always told me that he's our backer?"
Mo Ruyue only cried and didn't say anything.
She dared not. She had brought Meng Cheng back to secretly surprise Meng's father, but it turned into a death knell.
It's none of her business!
Meng Jiuyi leaned back against the wall, repeatedly telling herself: Meng Cheng was just her nominal younger brother; she had no feelings for him, and even resented his birth for taking away her already scarce love.
It would be best if it disappeared.
Although he thought this way, Meng Jiuyi kept recalling how he was a toddler when he was learning to walk and followed behind her calling her "sister".
She closed her eyes.
Which bar is he at?
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