Chapter 60. Under the watchful eyes of his siblings, he continued kissing her. ...
Meng Cenjun showed little expression at her sudden visit, and asked restrainedly, "Is there something you need?"
Lan Jia didn't say anything, casually closed the door, and walked towards him barefoot.
Meng Cenjun lowered her gaze, her expression disapproving. Fortunately, the floor was made of warm teak, so she wouldn't feel cold when she stepped on it, which prevented her from criticizing her.
Lan Jia went around behind him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and leaned down to press herself against him.
They hadn't spoken to each other for almost a day, and now that she was clinging to him, he felt a little relieved. But then, remembering what he knew about her, his heart sank again: "So, what do you need from me this time?"
Upon hearing this, Lan Jia immediately grumbled unhappily, "Can't I contact you if there's nothing wrong? Just because I want to get close to you doesn't mean I need something from you. You're really underestimating me."
She tried to pull her hand away and leave, but he held it tightly.
"Did I tell you not to put it on?" he said seriously.
Lan Jia gave a sly smile and said casually, "Are you busy? I just want to stay here with you for a while." Then she looked around and muttered, "Too bad there's nowhere for me to sit."
Meng Cenjun glanced at the other chairs in the study, remaining silent. He held her wrist with one hand, stroking the protruding bone, the implication quite clear.
She succeeded, turned sideways and sat on his lap, her two slender legs dangling on the armrest of the seat, swaying back and forth.
Meng Cenjun straightened her skirt and pulled her into his arms before saying, "I rarely see you wearing red."
Lan Jia's wardrobe is full of colorful and delicate bright colors, but she rarely buys a rich and vibrant red like this. She thinks it's too aggressive and doesn't like to wear it, but Meng Cenjun thinks it suits her very well, bright and elegant, and eye-catching.
This unusually dazzling presence made him inexplicably feel that it was directed at him.
Meng Cenjun began to ponder again what she was really thinking.
Lan Jia lay back in his arms and asked with a smile, "So, does it look good?"
"She's beautiful." He gazed at her, his eyes gentle.
She reached out and scratched his chin: "Do you remember what you promised me last time?"
While he was lost in thought, she touched his lips with her fingertip again, reminding him, "You still owe me a kiss."
He finally understood and asked, somewhat amused, "Are you trying to seduce me?"
"So, did I succeed?"
Are you sure you want to do this now? At home?
"Isn't it exciting to do it secretly and without anyone knowing?"
While he was still hesitating, Lan Jia had already wrapped her arms around his neck, her bright eyes blinking with longing. Their gazes met, and the air grew warmer. Meng Cenjun pressed his face down, tentatively nuzzling her cheek, and a gentle kiss followed on her lips.
Lan Jia smiled and responded to him warmly.
As they kissed, a surge of joyful excitement made her tremble slightly. She lay back, a large hand supporting the back of her head, fingers gently running through her hair, but the kiss grew stronger and stronger, as if pressing her down into the seawater, deeper and deeper, almost suffocating her.
Lan Jia curled her toes, using one hand to grip the edge of the table tightly, the wood dark and deep, her slender fingers appearing even more taut and white.
Only when he released her did she finally have a chance to breathe deeply. Her eyes were red as she stared at him blankly: "Are all men naturally gifted at this kind of thing?"
“I’m studying this diligently,” he said with a smile.
Then what was she before? Lan Jia suddenly felt inferior and was somewhat indignant.
Meng Cenjun touched her face and asked, "Are you angry?"
"I want to do it again!" She glared at him, determined to prove that her kissing skills were better than his.
"Alright, stop fooling around. Just tell me what's on your mind."
Lan Jia froze. Had he seen through her after all? Her voice softened: "I really just wanted to come and keep you company."
“I know, but I want you to say it.” He said with a knowing look in his eyes.
It was rare to see him so good-tempered, and if she missed this opportunity, she would never have another chance. Lan Jia gritted her teeth and confessed, "Okay, there is indeed something."
She recounted the entire story of Ruan Jingwei's engagement.
After listening, Meng Cenjun said indifferently, "You're even meddling in other people's marriages now?"
Lan Jia looked distressed: "I know this is their family matter, but I can't just stand by and watch my friend marry a jerk!"
"You're always so open and honest with others." He felt a pang of jealousy, then thought back to the tenderness he'd just shown earlier. Was it just because you wanted his help? His expression grew even more solemn.
"A small favor is appreciated, but a large one breeds resentment. If you help too much, you'll only suffer." Meng Cenjun's words were clearly a rejection.
“Jingwei isn’t that kind of person,” Lan Jia said anxiously.
“I told you, you’re too naive when it comes to judging people.” He also became more assertive, and recalled Ruan Jingwei from the beginning, feeling more and more that her repeated approaches were all because she saw Lan Jia as someone she could profit from.
It was that same old line again, which made Lan Jia furious: "Stop using your status as my older brother to lecture me! I'm telling you right now, are you going to help me or not?"
She got angry with him again because of a stranger.
Disappointment was all that remained in Meng Cenjun's eyes.
He'd rather she just tell him directly; why go through all that trouble? It all felt like an equal exchange. What kind of behavior was that? What did she take him for? And where did she place their relationship?
Even though she knew Lan Jia had ulterior motives, Meng Cenjun, though disappointed, couldn't bear to argue with her. She immediately explained softly, "Lan Jia, I also have my concerns about this matter. The Shen family and Payne are currently cooperating, so I can't interfere rashly."
Lan Jia was surprised: "Last time you even went to the police station with Shen Kuo, and you still agreed to cooperate with their family?"
Meng Cenjun frowned: "Why not do anything that benefits Paine?" Although Shen Kuo was a short-sighted fool, his father was still pragmatic. Since he personally came to apologize and showed enough sincerity to make amends, he accepted the favor.
Kolana, unaware of the intricacies of the situation, glared at him angrily: "You...you really will stop at nothing to make money."
Feeling misunderstood by her, he also felt a growing displeasure: "If I don't earn this money, how will we survive in the future?"
Lan Jialin's face was stern, and her tone was sharp: "I refuse to believe that a person with hands and feet can't survive without this money!"
"If I had known it would be so difficult to ask you for help, I wouldn't have come."
She threw a tantrum and got up to leave, but he pressed her back down, saying, "Lan Jia, don't say things to upset me."
His face was cold and stern, but he still patiently said to her, "All I've done is to let you live a better life, to live more freely." How could he possibly let her give up her luxurious life to live such a frugal and miserable one?
Lan Jia sat on his lap, her nose stinging, tears welling up in her eyes. Of course, she knew his feelings for her were impeccable, but what could she do? She was caught in the middle, torn between two conflicting emotions, utterly helpless.
"I really don't know what to do..." She felt her face suddenly wet, and her voice changed.
Meng Cenjun reached out and cupped her face, wiping away her tears: "Then leave it to me."
"But you can't touch the Shen family for now." She was still a little skeptical.
There are always other ways.
He kissed her and said, "Please don't cry, okay?"
Lan Jia leaned on his shoulder and said in a muffled voice, "We absolutely cannot let her marry Shen Kuo."
"Yes, I promise you."
Ruan Jingwei had been waiting in the bedroom for a long time. The late-night snack brought by the maid was almost cold, but she hadn't touched it because Lan Jia hadn't returned.
After sitting for a while, I couldn't help but get up to look for her.
This wasn't her first time visiting the Yi family's place; Lan Jia had shown her around before, so she was quite familiar with the various rooms and routes.
She assumed she should be in the studio, so she followed her memory to find her. She walked quietly through the corridor and passed by the study. The door was half-open, and light was shining from inside.
Ruan Jingwei only glanced at it briefly and didn't dare to look any longer. She knew that the study was always used by Meng Cenjun, so she avoided it like a small animal passing through the territory of a wild beast.
Once he was out of sight, he felt ridiculous. Now that he was at the Yi family's house, he should have planned something for himself, given this great opportunity. But to be so afraid right before going on stage was truly pathetic.
Feeling dejected, she walked to Lan Jia's studio, only to find no one there, which made her even more puzzled.
Helpless, he turned back and, as he passed the study again, he happened to hear a loud "bang" from inside—the sound of porcelain shattering.
Ruan Jingwei stopped in her tracks, a thought flashing through her mind. She thought, "This might be an opportunity, and it also gives me a legitimate reason. Asking out of curiosity and concern wouldn't seem too deliberate, would it?"
She took a deep breath, stepped toward the light, and peeked timidly through the crack in the door.
That one glance froze her in place.
On the wooden floor was a broken bone china coffee cup, probably knocked off the table by accident.
Behind that desk were two intertwined figures.
The man in the black shirt sat upright, holding a girl in a red dress in his arms, his eyes closed, kissing her tenderly and affectionately.
The girl was kneeling on his lap, her two snow-white arms wrapped around his neck. Her dress had a large open back, and because she was thin, her prominent shoulder blades were very obvious, like butterfly wings. A long, slender, porcelain-colored hand was stroking and caressing them, as if tracing the shape of a butterfly wing.
How could she not recognize it? She had even buttoned up the dress herself, one button at a time.
Meng Cenjun and Yi Lanjia.
Aren't they... siblings?
Ruan Jingwei's pupils trembled; she was deeply shocked.
How could someone who appears so dignified and solemn do such a thing with his sister in private?
And Yi Lanjia, who is forever innocent, unrestrained, and untainted by the world, actually harbors such filthy thoughts about her brother.
Discovering such a thrilling secret in someone else's home gave her an immediate sense of impending doom.
Ruan Jingwei involuntarily took a step back, preparing to quietly escape.
However, the next second, Meng Cenjun suddenly opened her eyes.
He was still kissing her, but his gaze was like a cold, sharp scalpel, cutting away at the spy inch by inch.
Author's Note: I recommend a great song: The Kill by Jessie Ware [Milk Tea emoji]
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com