A gasp immediately filled the entire private room.
Tan Yuchen lifted his eyelids and looked down at her. Meng Jiuyi was caught off guard and bumped into his deep, dark eyes.
"Where should I touch?" he asked.
Meng Jiuyi's consciousness returned instantly. The place where she was supporting herself was his chest. The touch was firm and strong, and she could feel the vigorous heat even through his shirt.
If I hadn't braced myself just now, my face would probably have been buried in the mud.
"I'm sorry, sir!"
Her face flushed instantly, and she quickly stood up, saying, "I'm so sorry."
"I asked you to pour the wine, not to do my laundry."
Tan Yuchen brushed the wine stains off his shirt. "You apologize, but you know to touch the most sensitive spots. Did you take a training course?"
Train your dad.
Meng Jiuyi silently withdrew his hand and bowed again, "I apologize again, sir. I tripped over something just now; it was truly an accident."
The people next to them joked, "Little sister, do you even know who he is? You dared to pour wine on him?"
"Call your manager over. I want to ask him how he hired these people."
Meng Jiuyi's heart tightened immediately. If the manager found out that there was no such person as her, then she would be really doomed.
Tan Yuchen didn't respond. Tang Ning, who had also come from humble beginnings, wanted to say a few words for the waiter, but seeing that the man's smile had faded and his cold face was like a blade in the smoke, she noticed that he was now expressionless.
Tang Ning could only turn a blind eye.
"It's all my fault, sir."
Meng Jiuyi, ever flexible, bent down a little further and said, "Cold wine is bad for your health. Let me take you to change your clothes first, okay? I can compensate you for the shirt. If you're still not satisfied, I can let you throw it back at me."
"Planning an eye for an eye?"
Tan Yuchen raised an eyebrow, "Then what about you touching me?"
Meng Jiuyi, in a fit of desperation, closed his eyes and said, "...I can let you touch it back."
There was a moment of silence, then a burst of laughter erupted.
"So this is what you really wanted."
Tan Yuchen glanced at her with a half-smile. His face, flushed with alcohol, had a seductive allure under the dim light. Even with a mask on, Meng Jiuyi couldn't stand being stared at like that.
He casually said, "Let's go then."
This man was not one to show mercy to women; no one expected him to handle things so gently.
Looking at the waiter in front of him, he seemed quite ordinary; he couldn't possibly be his type.
After leaving the private room, Meng Jiuyi led him upstairs.
A faint scent of cigars lingered in the air, mingling with a cool, crisp aroma that drifted into her nostrils—
From behind him.
Meng Jiuyi moved as far away as possible, even wiping his hands on his side as if he had touched something dirty.
lecher!
That scoundrel who's blinded by lust will eventually be swindled out of his entire fortune by a woman.
A lazy voice came from behind him.
Why are you walking so fast?
"......"
Meng Jiuyi could only slow down and push open the door to a private room.
"Sir, please have a seat inside. I'll go get your shirt."
After she finished speaking, she wanted to make a quick getaway. Once she tore off the mask from her face, no one would recognize her. It would be a miracle if Meng Jiuyi came back.
Go touch him yourself, you old pervert.
However, before she could move her feet, she was grabbed by the shoulder and, with a loud slam of the door, was dragged into the private room.
Everything was pitch black before her eyes, and the hand restraining her was very strong. Since she couldn't see, her other senses became extremely sharp, and the fresh and clean scent emanating from the other person once again filled her nostrils.
This time, Meng Jiuyi recognized the scent as sage.
"Sir, what are you doing—"
Before she could finish speaking, her neck was suddenly grabbed, and she couldn't utter a sound.
The lights suddenly blazed on, revealing a man with sharp features, all traces of his former playboy ways gone, his smile vanishing completely from his face.
"Who sent you?"
Meng Jiuyi couldn't breathe and desperately tried to pry open his hand.
"Let...let go—"
She didn't budge. In the backlight, the man's dark pupils appeared extremely sharp and cold. She had no doubt that he really wanted to strangle her. At almost touching distance, the scent of sage emanating from him enveloped her sense of smell and seeped into her lungs.
Like vines, they entwine ever tighter.
On the withered leaves and flowers, the last drop of dew seeped into the desert.
Just a second before her vision blurred, the grip on her loosened.
She gasped for breath and said angrily.
"You're insane! Are you sick in the head?!"
Tan Yuchen raised his hand.
Meng Jiuyi warily covered his chest, staring at her self-delusional actions. He then removed her work badge from her collar, his fingertips inadvertently brushing against her work clothes, causing a slight itch.
She trembled, about to lash out, when Tan Yuchen turned his work badge around—
The hidden camera behind him had nowhere to hide; he crushed it cleanly with a gentle squeeze.
Meng Jiuyi's pupils contracted.
"You've got some nerve."
Tan Yuchen curled his lips into a smile, but the smile carried a chilling undertone. "Tell me, who assigned you this task?"
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