By the time I finally arrived at the apartment building, it was almost 10 o'clock.
He was so tall that his shadow on the ground almost completely enveloped her.
After crying, his face was dry and he was easily sleepy. Meng Jiuyi took off his suit jacket and gave it to him, his voice still slightly nasal.
"Don't bother seeing Mr. Xu off any further, let's stop here."
She returned to Mr. Xu.
Xu Yanzhi felt as if his heart had gone empty.
She didn't manage to leave; he grabbed her wrist and brought her back. Xu Yanzhi brushed the stray hairs behind her ear and looked down at her.
"Today, when I left the hotel, I went to the auction venue and asked the organizer for something."
He opened the black velvet box in his hand; it contained the Cartier watch that Meng Jiuyi intended to donate.
It's just that its value is too ordinary, so nobody cares about it.
Meng Jiuyi stared at him blankly.
Why are you taking it—
"I'll trade with you."
Xu Yanzhi took out a green velvet box from his suit; it was the box that Meng Jiuyi had just accompanied him to pick out.
After apologizing and making amends, he wouldn't let her go.
The Rolls-Royce drove to Kyushu's most prosperous luxury street, where he said his friend's daughter was having a birthday party and he asked her to pick out a gift.
All the staff inside were dedicated to serving him alone, and they practically wanted to display thousands of roses in the VIP room.
He picked out a watch worth nearly 80 million without even blinking.
"I spoke rashly tonight and made you angry. This watch is nothing more than an apology."
Xu Yanzhi untied the bow and put the watch on her wrist. Meng Jiuyi was startled and pulled her hand back.
"I don't want to—"
He held on tightly, saying, "I didn't bid for your watch, so it's considered unauthorized possession. You have to exchange it for something, right?"
Meng Jiuyi did not accept his explanation, "Then you can give me the money in cash."
Xu Yanzhi's lips curled into a helpless smile. Should he say that her mind was as clear as ever?
"You won't even give me a chance to apologize?"
He forcefully put it on her wrist; the rose-colored strap encircled her wrist, simple and elegant.
"Did I misunderstand you? I'll listen anytime you're willing to tell me the whole story."
**
When Cullinan emerged from the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains Golf Course, it was nearly evening, and the setting sun painted the sky like a ripe orange.
Tan Yuchen got into the car after dropping off his future father-in-law.
The car window was down, and he was dozing with his eyes closed. His wrists hung loosely on the edge of the car, and the cigarette between his fingers was blown into the shape of the wind. Occasionally, he flicked the cigarette, and the sparks flickered.
Jiang Zhou was driving the car from the driver's seat.
"Third Young Master, isn't this Mr. Shen's appetite a bit too big?"
No sooner had the two families confirmed the marriage than Shen's father began to take Tan Yuchen out for social engagements every few days, making it seem legitimate on the surface, saying that he would eventually hand over Chengxian Newspaper Group to him.
In reality, they wanted to leverage the Tan family's influence to build relationships, and their ambitions clearly extended beyond the Nine Provinces, reaching directly to the Emperor.
Tan Yuchen flicked his cigarette and said casually, "Isn't it good to have a big appetite? Before slaughtering a pig, you have to fatten it up first. It should be enough to punish him with a national crime, right?"
The eyes reflected in the rearview mirror lazily opened at that moment.
Jiang Zhou stared at him for a moment before immediately looking away, a chill running down his spine.
This is very much like Tan Yuchen's style; if anyone dares to scheme against him, he will definitely retaliate a thousandfold.
No wonder Tan Yuchen has been sparing no effort in showering his father-in-law with resources during this time. Shen's father thought he had his lifeline in his grasp and that the Shen family would follow his lead in the future.
"There's one more thing."
Jiang Zhou said, "Tan Yue was hospitalized because of a car accident. He sent people to smash up Xiaoyao Valley, saying that your people broke his bones and even threatened to kill him."
Xiaoyao Valley is a bar that Tan Yuchen took over for casual fun; he goes there only a handful of times a year.
Others, having heard rumors that this was a bar owned by the third young master of the Tan family, almost regarded it as a place of fame and fortune.
Through the wisps of smoke, the man's eyes were dark and deep, and his voice was somewhat languid.
"My people?"
"It seems to be related to Miss Meng?"
--
When Tan Yuchen called, Meng Jiuyi was staring blankly at the Patek Philippe watch.
The rose-colored watch strap is elegant and simple, and it's so eye-catching that it's hard to look away. It's not suitable to wear it anywhere, and there's no suitable outfit to match it.
The ripples on her chest grew smaller and smaller until Meng Jiuyi finally took it off and put it in the drawer.
When that string of consecutive numbers suddenly appeared on the phone, Meng Jiuyi had a moment's sense of unease. Sure enough, the voice on the other end was slow and leisurely, with a lazy tone that seemed to invite a beating.
"It's me."
Meng Jiuyi, as if wound up, immediately sat up from the chair.
Tan Yuchen trailed off slightly, "I heard you got Tan Yue into the hospital?"
Meng Jiuyi couldn't figure out what he meant, but he spoke with righteous indignation.
“I don’t see anything wrong with a brother paying off his debts.”
She was clearly still holding a grudge against Tan Jing for kidnapping her last time.
Tan Yuchen chuckled softly.
"President Meng is so vengeful, what should I do? Will I be next?"
His laughter was soothing, like a gentle breeze caressing your ears, making your neck tingle.
Meng Jiuyi was a little angry. He had been inexplicably given the title of "general manager" by him, but was doing the work of an employee.
"You're the boss, and I'm the employee, okay? I just hope you won't cause me any trouble in the future."
They're still laughing over there.
"Is there a problem?"
"Um?"
"You told him you were Tan Yuchen's man?" He seemed to switch sides while listening to the phone, and his voice suddenly became much closer.
"Who is Tan Yuchen? A man? Or—"
Meng Jiuyi's breathing stopped.
The man's languid voice, as if coated with icing sugar, forcefully penetrated her ears.
"woman?"
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