Meng Jiuyi didn't understand what he meant at first, but after seeing his eyes, she belatedly realized what he meant.
Is he talking about Xu Yanzhi?
"You had someone personally teach you how to play billiards, and you were whispering sweet nothings to each other. When did you two become so close?"
Tan Yuchen picked up a drink from the bar and took a sip; the ice cubes clinked crisply in the glass.
What does "ear to ear, side to side" mean?
Meng Jiuyi didn't know why he suddenly brought this up, but she would never tell him about her past relationship with Xu Yanzhi.
Her tone wasn't very friendly either.
"Mr. Xu saved me when I fell into the water. Shouldn't we treat our benefactors this way? Why does my cousin have to worry about this?"
Meng Jiuyi is the kind of person who reciprocates kindness when others are kind to her.
Realizing the man was picking a fight, she became more defensive.
Tan Yuchen raised his eyelids to look at her again, raising his eyebrows, "So my cousin is so good at returning favors. I misunderstood."
Meng Jiuyi really felt that she and this man didn't get along, otherwise why would she feel a headache just from hearing him speak?
Her smile was flawless.
"Of course, isn't that the same admirable quality your grandmother admires?" She was always a master of official jargon.
Tan Yuchen: "Oh, it seems I haven't saved my cousin enough."
Meng Jiuyi couldn't help but think along the lines of his teasing words; he did seem to have indeed saved her.
Chen Xiaoran did indeed eliminate the threat completely through his actions that time, and without him on the cruise ship, she might not have been able to escape.
But he has a knack for making people hate him. He's not only foul-mouthed but also extremely domineering. Meng Jiuyi somehow forgot all the things he did, but he still remembered the ridicule and threats.
“We’re family, cousin, right? We help each other out, we’re family, no questions asked.”
Tan Yuchen didn't respond, just stared at her expressionlessly. His gaze made Meng Jiuyi feel uneasy; she was most afraid of him when he wasn't smiling.
Just then, the Cullinan stopped at the entrance of the residential area. Unable to bear the oppressive aura, Meng Jiuyi reached for the car door, intending to leave.
"Then, cousin, I'll head back now. You should take care too—"
It's impossible to pull it.
He locked the car doors from the inside, and she didn't even notice.
Meng Jiuyi stared at him in confusion, "What do you mean by this, Third Young Master? Are you not letting me leave? We're just cooperating; I didn't sell it to you."
Her expression was so frank and open, and she made no attempt to hide her anger towards him.
A car was approaching from the opposite direction, its headlights sweeping across the interior, illuminating his sharply defined face and the melancholy between his brows.
Tan Yuchen didn't say anything, he just turned his head away.
"You can leave now."
The car lock button popped up, and Meng Jiuyi didn't waste a second, slipping away as fast as he could.
...
What happened to him just now?
On the way back, Meng Jiuyi couldn't help but ponder Tan Yuchen's words and actions in the car earlier.
She thoughtfully twisted her fingers, then suddenly lifted her eyelids, the rose-colored elevator wall reflecting the disbelief in her eyes.
Is he jealous?
The moment the thought crossed Meng Jiuyi's mind, he felt an urge to slap himself.
What is she thinking? Hasn't she learned her lesson yet?
Last time, she thought he had romantic feelings for her, so she tried to seduce him, but what happened?
Like a leaf curled up by fire, Meng Jiuyi wished he could curl up into a ball, close his eyes, and dare not think any further.
It's practically her darkest history; she'll want to scratch her toes just thinking about it when she's old.
Moreover, his allowing Xie Youze to make her a mistress is such blatant disrespect; she must be out of her mind to think that way.
It's better to guess that he's gay, likes Xu Yanzhi, and can't stand him teaching her how to play ball.
The elevator doors opened, and Meng Cheng followed behind her, asking in a cheeky tone.
"Sis, that guy just now—"
He was sent abroad during junior high school and has never met Tan Yuchen.
Meng Jiuyi had no intention of satisfying his gossipy nature.
"Don't ask, or you'll be sent to sleep on the street!"
Meng Cheng promptly shut his mouth and went inside. Meng Jiuyi went to the bedroom and brought out a quilt.
"You'll sleep on the sofa tonight. If you're not comfortable there, you can go to your classmate's place."
Meng Jiuyi warned him, "Remember to heal your injuries before returning to the Meng family."
If he goes back now, and Meng's father sees him covered in injuries, he will definitely hold Mo Ruyue accountable.
"I'm used to it! I just love sleeping on the sofa." Meng Cheng and her little dog practically wanted to stick together.
"Also, the house was cleaned by someone else, so remember to put everything back where it belongs."
After saying that, Meng Jiuyi went to sleep. He had been up until late at night trying to save him.
Once the door closed, the joking smile on Meng Cheng's face slowly disappeared.
He looked around—the public restroom, the unstyled house, the old kitchen, and the not-so-spacious room she had just been in.
Meng Cheng thought of his detached apartment in London. His father was worried that he wouldn't be able to live well in a foreign country, so he hired a housekeeper for him. If he needed money, he could just ask him for it secretly.
He had always known that Meng's father favored sons over daughters, but he had never seen it so concretely.
In the past, he only returned to China for the Lunar New Year, and would meet his sister a few times at the Meng residence, only to be kept at arm's length by her cold attitude.
Looking at this empty space now, it can no longer be called a home.
He looked up at the ceiling, feeling utterly miserable.
**
With few vehicles on the road in the early morning, the Ferrari was speeding at almost 120 miles per hour.
The heat inside the car rose, condensing into dewdrops that clung to the windows, where the woman pressed her hand in anguish.
The commotion in the back seat was so intense that it was hard for the driver to ignore; the whole car was practically shaking.
After a few times, Tan Jing vented some of his anger at Tan Yuchen and leaned back in his chair to smoke.
He took out a vial of reagent from the center console, patted the woman's cheek, and laughed.
"Do you know what this is, baby?"
The woman was tortured and covered in injuries, and she struggled to open her eyes.
"Something that can blind people."
The woman trembled.
Tan Jing chuckled, "Scared? Don't worry, it won't be used on my precious baby. Since Tan Yuchen has an eye disease, how about we make him completely blind?"
He didn't need to respond at all, and asked again.
"Isn't this too much trouble? Or should I just shoot him in the head?"
There was a gun in the storage box; it was something Tan Jing had bought from abroad and tried every means to bring back to China.
Considering Tan Yuchen's fate of being beheaded, his losses of hundreds of billions and the humiliation he suffered tonight were not unbearable.
The phone rang, and Tan Jing answered it.
"how?"
“Brother Jing, weren’t you investigating how Tan Yuchen got hold of Chen Zhongli’s weakness? I suspect there are other people secretly helping him, so it’s no use monitoring his subordinates.”
Tan Jing put the speaker away and held it to his ear.
"you say."
“I have a subordinate who works at the Xining Mansion. He secretly got hold of the surveillance footage from that night, and something rather strange happened. I’ll send it to you.”
Tan Jing opened the video. The banquet was quite spacious, but a woman in a pink gauze dress brushed straight past Chen Zhongli, spilling wine right onto his suit.
When the woman turned her head, Tan Jing's facial muscles immediately tensed.
It's that girl from the club earlier.
Damn it! No wonder Tan Yuchen wanted to help her.
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