The distance created by that gaze made her afraid to reopen his wounds.
Meng Jiuyi's eyes were gentler than moonlight.
"If you don't want to—"
Tan Yuchen said, "Someone planted explosives in my house in London beforehand. They came to see me the day before my birthday, wanting to give me a surprise in advance."
How cautious was the old man?
He is usually accompanied by several guards when he goes out.
Orange Garden boasts a state-of-the-art security system. Even in the event of bombings or robberies, the underground tunnels built along with the villa will ensure the safety of the family. Only here with her beloved grandson can she be completely unguarded.
Tan Yuchen was too arrogant in the first half of his life. He was born with everything and was fearless. He would always try to cause trouble.
Even in white-majority countries, they still dared not restrain themselves, even venturing into the underworld. The timing of the bomb's installation was too perfect; it happened just as he was preparing to return home, when Grandpa Tan and his group arrived.
When he rushed back, the Christmas atmosphere was still going strong, snow was falling in the streets, and neighbors were exchanging candy. But in the house that the old man had bought for him, blood had soaked the soil. Less than half a month ago, the old man had argued with him, and was so angry that he wanted to take away his passport and freeze all his funds. His mother was covering for him and signaling him to run away quickly.
Vivid images were overshadowed by the dismembered limbs before him, filling every gap in his memory year after year.
Two slender arms gently encircled him, warmly pressing against him.
Meng Jiuyi held him tightly. Even though his tone was so calm, as if he were talking about someone else, she could still feel his emotions, which gripped her heart like a hand, leaving her with a bittersweet feeling.
"I'm bad with words, so I won't be able to comfort you if you're crying."
Tan Yuchen chuckled softly through his nose, "Meng Jiuyi."
"Um?"
"No one has asked me yet. I used to think that if anyone dared to be so reckless as to ask me, I would cut out their tongue and turn them into a human pig."
He rested his hand on his head, looking at her casually, and said, "Tell me, how do you want to die?"
Meng Jiuyi felt a chill run down his spine. "It was...it was you who was willing to tell me."
Tan Yuchen played with her hair leisurely, "You were the one who asked. I'm too kind-hearted and don't know how to refuse anything. Only after I realized it did I discover that I had already said everything I should and shouldn't have said."
"I...I won't tell anyone!"
"Your mouth is your own; who would know if you let it slip?" He gestured vaguely towards his neck with his hand, as if considering how to strangle him.
Unable to break free, Meng Jiuyi abruptly closed his eyes, and a slow, deliberate sound came from above his head.
"unless--"
She half-opened one eye, and above her head, a tender bud of light ignited in his eyes, all the coldness and emptiness from before vanished.
"You have to stay with me for the rest of your life."
He kissed her forehead, "Never leaving her side, like we're registered on the household register."
Meng Jiuyi's heart pounded wildly. His whispered, hot breath covered her face, and he wouldn't even allow her to object before biting her lips.
The plane flew smoothly at high altitude without any turbulence, and the danger disappeared into the night clouds.
She couldn't refuse him, so she showed him her wound.
In the dim light, all that could be seen was the ointment he was applying between his fingers and her ankle, which was clasped around his wrist. Meng Jiuyi couldn't withstand his dark, unwavering gaze, so she could only close her eyes, turn her face away, and let her trembling eyelashes glisten with tears.
As for how it later turned into a slow and leisurely grind, no one can say for sure.
Her sealed lips emitted soft moaning sounds; she would never trust him again.
--
Arriving in Colorado was just a one-night trip. Meng Jiuyi chose a white mask, and with his blond, wavy hair, he looked like a work of art sculpted by God.
He let her choose her own dress. Since she was wearing a fake face, Meng Jiuyi wanted to try a different style than usual. The dress had a deep V-neck and a slit that reached her upper thigh. She was sexy, slutty, and charming. When the door opened, Tan Yuchen stared at her for a long time.
"Go back and change!"
"No! I have the freedom to dress as I please."
Meng Jiuyi looked at her buttocks and chest, "Shouldn't you prepare some silicone for me? Otherwise, they won't look big enough, and what if I'm outshone?"
Tan Yuchen's face turned green. "Silicone doesn't feel good, so how about we fill you in with two lumps of pork?"
"OK!"
Tan Yuchen said to the driver in front.
"Remember to buy some later, the kind that's not marinated and has a strong flavor." He glanced at Meng Jiuyi. "By the way, do you want it raw or cooked?"
Before he could finish speaking, Meng Jiuyi pounced on him, gritting her teeth and grabbing his neck. A low laugh then came from the back seat.
The driver, who also understood Chinese, was surprised and looked back several times through the rearview mirror.
On all the occasions when Tan Yuchen was received, he always traveled alone. Even on some occasions when he needed a female companion to ward off unwanted attention, she would always sit in the passenger seat, behaving meekly and submissively, as if afraid of displeasing him in the slightest.
This is the first time I've seen a blonde act so brazenly.
The car drove to a port, and after boarding the ship, there was singing and dancing. Meng Jiuyi originally thought it was a banquet, but after signing his name and seeing the host leading them in, he realized that the main event was the upcoming auction.
Tan Yuchen took the flowers that PR handed him and put them on Meng Jiuyi's wrist.
Meng Jiuyi asked, "What do I need to do later?"
"Eat, drink, and trust me."
Before Meng Jiuyi could understand the meaning of his last sentence, the host of the banquet saw them and came forward to greet them with both hands outstretched. The white old man's slightly smiling gaze swept over the two of them.
Meng Jiuyi's gaze wandered around the room unintentionally, and when he saw a face, he suddenly felt that it was familiar. The person was wearing a suit and even his smile made people feel very distant.
It's not just because he has an Asian face; his eyebrows and facial features seem familiar.
The man also saw them. Instead of being wary, Tan Yuchen held Meng Jiuyi's hand and walked towards him with a smile.
"Big brother."
With that nonchalant remark, Meng Jiuyi remembered what that familiar feeling was all about.
This person looks very much like Tan Jing.
Tan Yuan said, "You came all this way to find me?"
There had been word of his impending arrival, and Tan Yuan had brought more than one bodyguard, who were watching vigilantly from a short distance away, ready to rush over at the slightest disturbance.
"What are you thinking, brother? Any random guy you bring could kill me with one punch. Why would I want to go looking for my own death?"
Tan Yuchen put his arm around Meng Jiuyi's shoulder and said lazily, "I'm accompanying my darling to do some shopping."
He has too many treasures; it caused quite a stir in the domestic newspapers yesterday. But it was all just for show. Tan Yuan naturally didn't think he would develop any real feelings for a woman, and besides, in this kind of situation, he couldn't possibly do anything.
The auction was not held in the hall one might imagine. Instead, a waiter led them to a VIP room, separated by a floor-to-ceiling glass wall. Numerous other rooms simultaneously viewed the auction items, ensuring maximum privacy regarding their whereabouts.
What astonished Meng Jiuyi was that inanimate objects, no matter how precious, were not considered valuable here; what they were auctioning off were people.
Beautiful women and handsome men are displayed freely as auction items within the country. If the owner of a room takes a liking to her and raises a paddle, she will be taken away by the organizer.
It will take no more than a few minutes.
Meng Jiuyi glanced at him out of the corner of her eye—the man was leaning back on the sofa, looking bored. The blue light outlined his nonchalant attitude. Although he never raised the cards in his hand, he was clearly used to this kind of game.
For a moment, a sense of unease rose in her heart, lingering faintly in her chest, as if she had never known everything about him.
The hand on her shoulder covered her eyes, and her vision was instantly enveloped by a warm sensation.
He said, "Don't look at me like that."
Meng Jiuyi muttered, "Who told you to always only say half of what you mean?"
She tried to pull her hand away from Tan Yuchen, but he wouldn't let her. He kept his eyes fixed ahead and slowly raised the cards in his hand.
Meng Jiuyi's eyes were completely covered, and in that one minute, she naturally didn't know that there was a little girl standing in front of the glass mirror, crying pitifully helplessly, while the man's eyes remained indifferent from beginning to end, raising the price multiple times, and finally winning the auction.
When they left, the coat was draped over her shoulders, shielding her from the chilly Colorado winds of January.
Meng Jiuyi was completely bewildered, not knowing why he had come here and left without doing anything. The car was waiting outside the port. After Tan Yuchen helped her into the car, he didn't intend to get in himself; instead, he rolled up the window.
“Tan Yuchen, why aren’t you coming up…” She immediately went to the window and met the man’s downcast gaze.
"Sweetie, go back and wait for me for a few minutes. I have something to talk to that person about."
The car slowly drove away. He waved with a smile, but Meng Jiuyi couldn't even open the window. She watched him from afar through the window of the car behind.
The man's figure and silhouette disappeared into the darkness.
A faint mist rose before her eyes, and she suddenly felt that he was a complete stranger.
The car made many turns, and Meng Jiuyi naturally didn't see anyone grabbing his shirt and throwing a punch at him.
"Tan Yuchen, where did you send Faye?"
Tan Yuan's eyes were bloodshot, and he had lost all his composure from before. He wished he could kill him.
He killed Tan Jing and then broke Tan Yue's finger and sent it to him. Tan Yuan always thought that Tan Yuchen's purpose was to kill him, and he kept a close watch on him throughout.
Unexpectedly, Tan Yuchen abducted his youngest daughter, who was far away in Sydney, without saying a word.
Tan Yuchen licked his cheek with his tongue. "Brother, why don't you guess which ship we're on? I heard the men here are really perverted; they only like little girls."
"You're crazy! She's not even five years old!"
Tan Yuchen scoffed, his eyes filled with a chilling coldness.
“When my mother passed away, my sister was still in her belly and had never even seen the sunlight. I’ve already been more than kind to you.”
--
good evening.
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