Meng Jiuyi: "......" You still have chastity?
Holy crap! Is this guy self-destructing?
Of course, everyone wanted to get to the bottom of it, but Tan Yuchen was lazy and wouldn't say a word more. When they got annoyed by the questions, he would deflect them with a few words.
"Ask Chairman Xu."
Meng Jiuyi's heart jumped instantly. What did this dog mean?
Xu Yanzhi looked at him for a few seconds, then said without a smile, "Do you think I would know?"
Tan Yuchen said in a drawn-out tone, "Oh, then maybe I remembered it wrong."
The two seemed to be having an encrypted conversation, leaving onlookers completely confused, as it was the final round of the game.
Gao Jingchen drew the small king, and the big king was Tan Yuchen again. He held the bottle and tapped it lightly with his finger. It was too childish and boring. The brothers next to him knew his tricks and wished they could stay three meters away from him.
The man's back was like a loosely bent bow. He raised his eyes to look at Meng Jiuyi opposite him, his dark pupils and eyebrows twitching slightly.
Meng Jiuyi was just about to give up when she saw him hold the bottle and turn it around, and after about ten turns, the bottle opening was directly aimed at her.
Meng Jiuyi: "..." What a jerk!
She wanted to stare Tan Yuchen so hard she'd burn a hole through him, but he just accepted it all, casually using his hand as a cushion, his face relaxed and carefree.
Gao Jingchen followed Xu Yanzhi's style and couldn't get any shocking information out of him. Tan Yuchen just wanted to hear some pleasant sounds.
Gao Jingchen looked at Meng Jiuyi and said, "Ms. Meng, I have a question I'd like to ask you. It's a bit private, so please forgive me if it's offensive."
Meng Jiuyi smiled faintly, accepting his defeat.
"It's okay, go ahead and ask."
"Did you already have feelings for your senior brother many years ago?"
These words were like a lightning bolt cleaving through the darkness. Those who didn't pay attention were oblivious, but it seemed to strike the skull of an unsuspecting bystander, causing their smiles to vanish.
Meng Jiuyi knew he had remembered, and his fingers, holding the cup, idly stroked the rim of the cup.
Xu Yanzhi pulled the cup out, leaving his hand free, his fingers threading into her palm.
"What do you mean by that?"
Everyone else assumed they had reunited and were rekindling their romance.
Gao Jingchen confessed: "Last time I mentioned that I had seen Miss Meng somewhere. I visited my senior when he returned to Zhihua University for graduate studies. He twisted his ankle while playing basketball that time, and there was no one in the dormitory building during a torrential downpour. As a result, I bumped into a female ghost when I went downstairs."
After being startled, Gao Jingchen thought he was about to have a romantic encounter. The girl was soaking wet in early spring, and her face was so stunning that he couldn't forget her. Even though he had seen many beautiful women in the past, he held his breath.
"She probably knew me. She asked me to give the abrasion medicine to my senior, saying that her roommate's parents were very famous traditional Chinese medicine practitioners who knew the most about sprains and bruises, and that the medicine was very effective."
I didn't even have a chance to ask her name before she ran off, and I never saw her at Zhihua University afterward. But when I ran into Miss Meng again last time, I had a feeling it must be you, right?
This isn't exactly a sensational scandal or mystery, but some people are waiting for her answer.
It seemed there was nothing to hide, and Meng Jiuyi was very open about it.
"That bottle of medicine was given to you."
The unassuming homemade medicine, long forgotten by Xu Yanzhi the day he returned to England, was suddenly replaced by her decisive voice, which, amidst the music and laughter of the banquet, struck him hard, resoundingly reminding him—
He never cared, and what he didn't intend to give up was her entire youth.
"If Gao Jingchen doesn't remember, are you never going to tell me?" Xu Yanzhi's eyes were dark.
"It's just a bottle of medicine."
Trading lines have countless turns, but this doesn't change their divergent trends.
"So Miss Meng's dream has come true, and Lao Gao has done a good deed."
"It's not a dream come true."
Xu Yanzhi smiled and said, "I already knew her before this, and she left a deep impression on me."
He was protecting her self-esteem to the best of his ability. Suddenly, a gaze fell on Meng Jiuyi's head. She looked up and saw Tan Yuchen looking at her openly in front of so many people, without any attempt to hide it.
He was annoyed.
That gaze sent a chill down her spine, as if a storm was brewing beneath a calm surface.
But coincidentally, it just so happened to come to mind at this very moment.
Amidst a table full of blessings, only one soda can stood out, squashed flat as the two men stared at each other; even their laughter couldn't mask the chilling aura emanating from it.
Tan Yuchen put his hands in his pockets and got up, showing no interest in the place whatsoever. At the same time, he threw the can into the trash can next to him.
--
At 9:09, the lights in the banquet hall gradually dimmed, and amidst the anticipation of everyone, the heavy upholstered door slowly opened. The bride, Miss Song, had changed into her main wedding dress, a strapless gown with elaborate craftsmanship, made by sixteen designers working together. The fabric was thick, intricate, and had a classic feel, and the lights shone like silver frost on the swaying skirt.
Song Er rejected the handover ceremony from patriarchy to husband at the wedding. Behind her, four girls were helping to hold her train, two of whom Meng Jiuyi did not recognize.
The others are Tan Ni and Gao Xian Yue.
They met abroad through the cello; they weren't exactly close friends, but rather kindred spirits.
"This Miss Gao is quite something; she was actually invited by Song Er to be his bridesmaid."
"Who's lifting up whom is still unknown. The Gao family may be obscure, but you should know who her stepfather is, right?"
Amidst the dim shadows and whispers, Meng Jiuyi looked at her coldly. Song Er had chosen a haute couture gown for Gao Xianyue, made of soft satin, with an off-shoulder design that perfectly accentuated her best features, making her look like an innocent elf.
On the long, high platform, Cen Dong offered his arm to Song Er, accompanying her to the end of the journey. Meng Jiuyi had also witnessed how this plastic couple eventually got back on track. When the respected officiant asked Song Er if she had anything to say to her partner.
"I hope he will pass away before me in the future, and I will bear this pain alone."
The room erupted in laughter. Cen Dong gritted his teeth and said, "Thank you, I'll thank you too."
For some reason, Meng Jiuyi's gaze shifted to Tan Yuchen behind Cen Dong. Since they were like brothers who had grown up together, he naturally had to be Tan Yuchen's best man.
Even a high-quality suit couldn't suppress the man's arrogance and laziness. His legs were incredibly long, and his straight lines accentuated his broad shoulders. Among the group of people dressed similarly, he was the most difficult to fool.
They look quite respectable.
As she was sizing him up, the man suddenly lifted his eyelids and glanced in her direction.
Meng Jiuyi quickly moved away, and then the phone vibrated; it was Zhou Ting calling.
She lowered her voice and held the phone to her ear; all she could hear was sobbing.
"Meng Jiuyi..."
She immediately hung up the phone and sent a text message asking.
【Where are you? 】
With so many people in the venue, she turned to Xu Yanzhi, who was not far away, and gestured that she was going to the restroom before sneaking away.
Down in the garden, the streetlights were dim, and the autumn wind still carried a chill. Zhou Ting huddled in a corner by a marble pillar, shivering.
Meng Jiuyi quickly asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhou Ting was distraught. "Could you... find a driver to take me home...?"
Where do you feel unwell?
Zhou Ting clenched her teeth, "I...I've been recognized...he threatened me..."
Meng Jiuyi's pupils contracted.
Absolutely impossible. Before she came, she specifically took Zhou Ting to have heavy makeup done. In her thirties, she looked completely different from before.
"He recognized me by the scar on my earlobe. He said he wanted me to stay with him, or he would expose me to the whole country and cause my social death. He also had the previous video recordings..."
In an instant, the trauma of her childhood overwhelmed Zhou Ting's transformation over the years. She felt as if she had returned to a time when she was powerless to resist and could only endure the humiliation of those pot-bellied men. Now, the smoke, alcohol, and high positions of power had sculpted them into something even more disgusting.
Zhou Ting pleaded, "Please take me away! I shouldn't have come, I'm so sorry! I've caused you so much trouble, but please, please take me away!"
"calm!"
Meng Jiuyi grabbed her, "Tell me about this man's characteristics!"
"He was in his sixties...he liked to drink...he used to bully me when he was drunk, calling me 'Ah Yue, my sweetie,' and even filming it. All sorts of things..."
Meng Jiuyi said, "Go back and drink with him, get him half-drunk."
Zhou Ting cried, "No! I don't want to!"
Meng Jiuyi cupped her face, making Zhou Ting look at her, "If you want revenge, listen to me!"
--
Halfway through the banquet, Gao Xianyue, who had accompanied Song Er to toast half a round of wine, received an anonymous message.
I know you killed your adoptive father.
Gao Xian Yue stared at the text message with cold eyes.
Who are you? If I find you, guess what will happen to you.
The other party replied ten minutes later.
Come up here, I'll tell you in person.
——
good evening
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