Meng Jiuyi's breathing tightened for a moment for no apparent reason.
They were almost dozens of meters apart, and she couldn't see the man's expression clearly, but the ticklish sensation from his voice through the receiver kept creeping along her arm and ear to the side.
Tan Yuchen said, "Get down."
"No!"
Compared to Meng Jiuyi's rejection in the afternoon, it was even more ruthless, without any transition or development.
Tan Yuchen: "..."
She went inside as soon as she hung up the phone, not caring whether it was dark and windy or rainy. Jiang Hehua had good eyesight and seemed to recognize the man on the octopus-shaped car below, blinking as she looked him over from the balcony.
Meng Jiuyi warned, "Come in quickly, or you'll be homeless right now."
Jiang Hehua slunk inside, and the balcony door slammed shut.
Wen Qi couldn't resist showing off one dessert, and then another one turned into a whole box of them. They were so delicious that she stomped her feet.
"Turns out the poor and the rich are in completely different worlds when it comes to ordering takeout. I've just spent my entire month's salary on bragging. Tell me honestly, who's that downstairs?"
Then I opened the fruit bag next to it and was immediately dumbfounded. A box of strawberries the size of my palm cost over a thousand yuan.
Meng Jiuyi succinctly put it: "A brainless, nouveau riche with too much money."
She wasn't particularly hungry, but seeing Wen Qi eating so heartily, she couldn't resist picking up a piece of swan-shaped pastry to try. It melted in her mouth. Because it was sweet, she picked out a small piece to feed Jiang Hehua.
Half an hour passed, and Meng Jiuyi glanced at the balcony, wanting to see if he was still there. Halfway there, she ran to the dimly lit bedroom and secretly lifted a corner of the curtain to look down. She thought the man was gone and the car was empty, but he was leaning against the car, scrolling through his phone with one hand, and remained unmoved no matter how much passersby stared at him.
It's still there?
As if sensing being observed, Tan Yuchen suddenly raised his eyes and looked precisely at her position behind the curtain.
Meng Jiuyi quickly turned his back.
My phone suddenly beeped, and a message popped up.
Peeking at me?
Meng Jiuyi: "......"
The doorbell rang again, probably another takeout order. Meng Jiuyi was about to ask them to return it when the door opened and it was the middle-aged couple from next door carrying a plate of freshly washed vegetables.
"Young lady, the deliveryman just brought us a lot of fruit. He said it was your boyfriend's way of thanking us for taking care of you. Thank you so much, we're almost embarrassed. These are some green vegetables we picked from our hometown, no pesticides at all. Please have a taste."
Even though the fruit was sealed tightly, the couple were hesitant to accept it from a stranger, but they couldn't bear to return it after seeing the price.
Meng Jiuyi: "..." Is he going to fly to the heavens?
One business came, and another followed. People from upstairs and downstairs came knocking on the door. Except for a very few who turned back, the rest were all smiles and gave each other gifts.
The dining table was already piled high, and now the firewood, rice, oil, and salt that the neighbors gave us are almost filling the kitchen.
Meng Jiuyi was furious. Did this person not understand the concept of boundaries? She was afraid that if she waited any longer, the entire building would come looking for her.
She was eager to go downstairs and fight him, so she went down in her slippers.
Her hair was half-blown, her steps were hurried, and her eyes looked like she wanted to stomp him.
Tan Yuchen watched from afar, the smile on his lips growing wider and wider.
Meng Jiuyi resisted the urge to kick him and said angrily, "Are you crazy because you have too much money to spend?"
"There really is such a thing as lovesickness."
She came down wearing only a sweater, the collar still open to let in the wind, and Tan Yuchen picked up the trench coat from the back of the chair and draped it over her shoulders.
"You didn't even wear a thick coat. If you wanted to see me, you wouldn't have had to come so quickly."
The long trench coat covered her completely, reaching all the way to her upper thighs, and the soft fabric clung to the skin of her neck, warm and dry.
"This person is getting more and more narcissistic," Meng Jiuyi asked irritably.
"What do you want from me? Spit it out."
Tan Yuchen lowered his eyelashes and looked down at her, "I miss you."
Meng Jiuyi was half-silent.
"I see the big ones every day, and the small ones in turn."
He said in a displeased tone, "People say that favoring a concubine over the wife is wrong. I'm just occupying the title of a concubine while being neglected by the first wife. President Meng has given me all the bad things."
He went further and further than he could have said, mentioning that they had met just a few days ago.
"Are you still cold?" He pulled up the collar of her trench coat for her.
"It's not cold, you've seen it for yourself—"
Meng Jiuyi was completely oblivious to romance and tried to send him away after a few words, but before she could finish speaking, she was pulled around the waist by a force and he wrapped his arms around her.
"I'm cold."
The more than 20-centimeter height difference meant that Meng Jiuyi could only bury her face in his chest. She thought he wasn't cold since he was only wearing a shirt, but when she buried her face in his chest, it was ice-cold.
"Then I'll return your clothes to you."
“This way you won’t be cold.” He lowered his head, his chin resting on the crook of her neck, his heavy weight pressing down on her. The man’s beard was clean-shaven, but the short stubble brushed against Meng Jiuyi’s ear, and she couldn’t help but tremble.
Normally I would have been impatient and pushed him away long ago, but now that I clearly need him, I don't mind giving him a little something to offer first.
Tan Yuchen asked, "Is the takeout good?"
"...It's alright."
Tan Yuchen buried his face in her neck and took a deep sniff, then glanced at her and said, "I want to try it too."
How do you taste it?
Looking closely into the man's deep, alluring eyes, which seemed to draw her in, Meng Jiuyi's heart tightened, and she instinctively reached out—and sure enough, the next moment her palm covered his lips as he was about to lower them.
She was more than just flustered and confused. "Tan Yuchen, this is my neighborhood. Don't go too far."
"Come to my place, it's the weekend, President Meng should pick me up." As he spoke, Tan Yuchen picked her up.
She kicked her leg in protest, "You already used up all your money last time!"
"Then let's continue with the advance payment."
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I originally planned to combine them into one chapter, but I'm worried that the next chapter won't be approved.
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