Meng Xiang's face instantly flushed red like a tomato.
He stood rooted to the spot, not daring to move a muscle.
"What's the matter? Afraid I'll eat you?" Xia Liuyue raised a slender eyebrow slightly, her voice lazy. "Relax, I'm not interested in kids like you."
Hearing this, Meng Xiang immediately felt displeased.
"I'm not a kid," he said.
As he spoke, he walked forward, about to squat down and help her take off her shoes.
Just then, Yan Hechuan's muffled voice suddenly came from behind.
"Is that you, Yin Yao? How come you're back?"
Meng Xiang's hand, poised to reach out, paused.
Xia Liuyue raised her volume slightly, adopting Tang Yinyao's tone and speaking briskly:
"Hechuan, I said I'd stay over tonight, did you forget?"
After speaking, she tilted her head slightly, a bewitching smile curving her lips, and silently mouthed to Meng Xiang:
'He's blind, he can't see.'
Signaling for him to continue helping her take off her high heels.
Meng Xiang felt sweat pouring down his back.
But then he saw a hint of impatience flicker across the rich lady's brow in front of him, and he feared she might pull some other outrageous stunt.
He reached out, undid the high heel buckle, and with his other hand, smoothly slipped the shoe off.
Yan Hechuan, leaning on his white cane, took a few steps forward and said, "Junior Brother Meng, could you come over and help me?"
The corners of Xia Liuyue's lips lifted slightly.
She then wiggled her other high-heeled foot.
"Alright, Brother Yan." Meng Xiang responded while resignedly undoing the buckle on the other shoe.
His rough fingers accidentally brushed against Xia Liuyue's ankle.
She narrowed her eyes and took the opportunity to give him a light, playful kick.
Yet, her face still wore a smile as she said:
"Junior brother is so clumsy with his hands. Hechuan, let me help you instead."
Watching her walk barefoot on the floor, Meng Xiang really wanted to say she might catch a cold, but then he thought, how could this wicked woman possibly let herself suffer?
She must be doing it on purpose.
Sure enough, walking barefoot made no sound at all.
Before Yan Hechuan could react, Xia Liuyue had already circled around and hugged him from behind.
Her arms encircled his waist, her head resting against his back.
Her fingers wandered restlessly, as if measuring something.
Hmm.
Definitely a V-shaped waist.
Felt firm to the touch.
Signs of working out.
Xia Liuyue raised her lips in satisfaction, seeming utterly unconcerned that Meng Xiang not far away was witnessing this scene.
Both brazen and bold.
Yan Hechuan was unaccustomed to such intimate contact. When the warm sensation enveloped him from behind, his body trembled uncontrollably.
"Let go."
Of course, Xia Liuyue had no intention of obediently letting go.
She even held on tighter.
"Hechuan, I'm not a stranger. I'm your fiancée."
"You don't need to be so guarded with me. I'm helping you with desensitization training."
A flash of embarrassment and shyness crossed Yan Hechuan's handsome, pale face. He said:
"Your junior brother is still here."
"It's fine, he's not an outsider."
Xia Liuyue smiled and shot a glance at Meng Xiang not far away, then added, "But it's true that it's not appropriate for junior brother to be around when we're being intimate."
"Junior brother, you should go back to your room and rest. I'll personally take care of Hechuan tonight."
Meng Xiang took a deep breath, glanced at them one more time, and quickly left.
Yan Hechuan's tone carried a hint of displeasure.
"Yin Yao, you've never been a willful person. What's gotten into you today?"
Xia Liuyue smiled, completely unfazed.
Her restless fingers wandered to the shirt on his chest.
"Willful? I just want to be closer to my fiancé. Is that wrong?"
Yan Hechuan reacted intensely, grabbing both her hands.
He turned around. His eyes, though misty, seemed to see as they fixed on her face.
"Now, go home. Don't make me angry."
His attitude was firm.
Unfortunately,
the opponent he encountered was utterly shameless.
"I can't go back. My door lock is broken. The property management won't come to fix it until tomorrow morning. If you kick me out, I'll have to sleep on the street."
"Could you bear that?"
Xia Liuyue, seeing he was now facing her,
simply took another small step forward, stood on her tiptoes, and scrutinized his handsome features closely.
Her exhaled breath brushed against his face.
Yan Hechuan blinked his long eyelashes sensitively and was about to lean back to avoid her.
But her lips landed on the tip of his nose.
Yan Hechuan's entire body stiffened, as if under some spell.
"Yin Yao..."
Xia Liuyue pulled away immediately after the touch, taking half a step back, pretending as if nothing had just happened.
She took his hand and said,
"Alright, it's getting late."
"Hechuan, let's go to the room and sleep."
Yan Hechuan took a deep breath.
He was about to refuse.
Then he heard the clear female voice again, saying, "The heating in the house is very good. Or... would you prefer to try it on the sofa?"
Try what.
Sleeping.
Or sleeping.
Yan Hechuan had never imagined before that he could have such an intimate relationship with his fiancée, but he didn't resist her closeness.
Nor did he have his usual allergic reactions to even more intimate actions.
Perhaps this desensitization attempt Yin Yao mentioned was working.
So he said decisively:
"Help me back to the room."
"Okay." A sweet smile spread across Xia Liuyue's lips.
The two of them, one after the other, entered the master bedroom.
"Thud—" The door closed.
Meng Xiang, staying in the guest room next door, heard the sound of the door closing and paced back and forth in his room.
There was a new message on his phone.
Tang Yinyao: "Junior brother, Hechuan hasn't replied to my messages. I'm a bit worried. Is everything okay at the villa? If anything happens, please let me know promptly."
Meng Xiang was conflicted.
It seemed the rich lady next door really was going to sleep with Tang Yinyao's fiancé.
But she gave me fifty thousand!
Tang Yinyao only gave eight thousand.
Forget it, forget it.
Better follow the money.
Meng Xiang tapped on the soft keyboard, replying:
"Senior sister, don't worry, everything's fine."
"And you forgot Brother Yan is blind now, he can't use a phone."
"Next time if there's anything, just tell me. I'll relay it for you."
After a while.
Tang Yinyao replied: "Then I'll trouble you, junior brother."
Then she sent a red envelope.
Meng Xiang clicked on it eagerly.
66.
His internal monologue was: 666666.
But even a mosquito's leg has meat on it.
He replied with a "Thank you, senior sister."
After closing the app, he took a deep breath.
But his mind kept replaying the image of Xia Liuyue standing at the entrance earlier, her long hair cascading down, her full red lips curved, bending over to take off her high heels.
And the way she smiled and beckoned to him with a finger.
Tsk! What a femme fatale.
Meng Xiang really couldn't figure it out. She was so much more womanly than Tang Yinyao, so why did that Du Jiashu cheat on her with Tang Yinyao?
Maybe he likes tomboys?!
Or is it that the unattainable is always more desirable?
If a rich lady like Xia Liuyue, so beautiful and generous, were his wife, he'd definitely stay by her side every day, never going anywhere.
Thinking this, Meng Xiang suddenly gave himself a hard slap on the face.
He thought to himself: What nonsense are you thinking? You're just a con artist! Focus on conning money! Women will only slow down your money-making speed!
