The super rich starts with the self-discipline challenge

Chapter 189 Does this count?

11pm.

Zhong Yun sent Meng Jiaen back to the door of her home and said, "We're here. Go to bed early tonight."

Meng Jiaen held his hand and wouldn't let him go. "My roommate is not here today. I'm a little scared to be alone. Can you stay with me?"

There was a hint of pleading in her eyes as she gently shook his hand and spoke in a coquettish tone that made his heart tingle.

In this situation, few men can say no.

Zhong Yun’s previous girlfriends were all straight-talking types. You had to coax them and they were never willing to say anything nice, let alone act coquettishly.

Therefore, he couldn't stand Meng Jiaen speaking to him in that tone and had no resistance at all.

Who can resist a pretty girl who speaks sweetly?

From the very beginning, Meng Jiaen took the initiative to approach him, and every time she asked him out, he really couldn't refuse.

Sometimes, even though I knew her request was inappropriate, I couldn't say no firmly.

Like the first time he took her back to his hometown, she insisted on staying at his house. And she pretended to be his girlfriend in front of his old classmates...

This time, it is no exception.

Zhong Yun said, "Then I'll just drink a glass of water and leave."

Meng Jiaen's face suddenly broke into a bright smile. She quickly took out the key to open the door, with one hand still holding him tightly, as if she was afraid that he would go back on his word.

After opening the door, she first poured Zhong Yun a cup of warm water.

Zhong Yun looked at the new kettle and asked, "Don't you have a kettle at home?"

"I just bought this. After the water boils, it can automatically keep warm. Last time you said the water was too hot, so I bought this. Forty-five degrees is just the right temperature."

Meng Jiaen handed the glass of water to him as if he were presenting a treasure.

Zhong Yun took a sip and found the temperature just right. He was very touched. Even his mother was not so attentive to him.

At this time, Meng Jiaen picked up the remote control and said, "Let's watch a movie."

"it is good."

Zhong Yun held the cup of warm water and couldn't say no.

He knew very well what Meng Jiaen was thinking, which was to keep him and not let him see Xia Siyin.

Meng Jiaen pressed the remote control, and a projection screen automatically fell from the wall. The size looked quite large, equivalent to a TV of more than 100 inches.

She turned off the lights, pulled him to sit on the sofa, and asked, "What movie?"

Zhong Yun said, "The Wandering Earth 2."

"Okay, I haven't seen it."

After Meng Jiaen selected the movie, she clicked play.

After the movie started, Zhong Yun listened to the surround sound and felt a little moved. The sound quality was much better than that in the cinema.

This home audio and video set must have cost a lot of money.

The clarity of the projection is also ok.

He had watched the film when it was first released, and now he rewatched it with great interest, and even discovered some new details.

Meng Jiaen, who was sitting next to him, became more and more sleepy the more he watched. At first, she yawned, and after a while, she leaned on him and began to doze off.

Zhong Yun lowered his voice so as not to disturb her.

Halfway through the movie, she rested her head on Zhong Yun's thigh and fell asleep completely.

He looked down at her profile, stood up, and picked her up horizontally.

"Ok?"

She opened her eyes, put her arms around his neck, and said in a daze, "Is the movie over?"

Zhong Yun whispered, "Go to sleep."

"Ah."

She yawned and closed her eyes again.

Zhong Yun carried her into her room and put her on the bed. However, her hands were still around his neck, refusing to let go, and she mumbled, "Don't leave."

"Okay, I won't leave."

Zhong Yun took off his shoes and lay down next to her.

Meng Jiaen twisted her body and pressed her whole body against him.

Zhong Yun looked down at her, from her eyebrows to the tip of her nose, then to her lips and chin. He felt a sense of peace in his heart, without those messy thoughts.

He asked in a very soft voice, "Why are you so nice to me?"

Meng Jiaen moved again, changed to a more comfortable position, and murmured, "Because, I like you." Zhong Yun felt like something was blocking his heart, and he had an indescribable feeling.

He cursed himself inwardly, you are such a piece of shit.

Both hands held her tighter.

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At around one o'clock in the middle of the night, Zhong Yun arrived at Xia Siyin's home. Standing at the door, he had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Just got up from one woman's bed and went to find another woman.

It's really exciting.

Before he knocked, the door opened. Xia Siyin, who was wearing pajamas, stood there. She looked at him and asked, "Why don't you come in?"

From her expression, it was impossible to tell whether she was happy or unhappy.

Zhong Yun said, "I was worried that you had already fallen asleep."

But it seemed that she had been waiting for him.

He was a little glad that he got here, otherwise, he would probably have to face an angry Xia Siyin tomorrow.

Come to think of it, he had never seen Xia Siyin truly angry.

Even after being told that by Meng Jiaen, she never got angry.

He changed into slippers and walked into Xia Siyin's house, saying, "It's quite late now, you should go to bed."

Xia Siyin poured him a glass of water, sat on the sofa, and said, "Do you know why I asked you to come over tonight?"

Zhong Yun shook his head. It couldn't be possible that he was staying overnight, right?

"I just wanted to see if you have the ability to deal with Meng Jiaen." Xia Siyin's deep gaze lingered on his face and said, "In the end, I was a little disappointed. It's already past twelve o'clock. Strictly speaking, it's the next day now."

Zhong Yun wanted to say something, but held back.

Xia Siyin continued, "You barely passed."

"After the party last night, the outside world will know that you are my boyfriend."

Zhong Yun said quickly, "Mr. Xia——"

Xia Siyin stretched out her hand and interrupted him, "Listen to me. I really need a boyfriend, and you are the only one I can accept."

"Of course, due to my own reasons, I cannot fulfill some of my girlfriend's obligations. I don't mind your relationship with Meng Jiaen. The premise is that you can deal with her and don't let her cause trouble for me."

Why does Zhong Yun sound so awkward?
From what she said, it seemed that she wanted him to be her boyfriend in name only, and she wouldn't care if he spent a little money on having fun outside.

What kind of love is this?

Xia Siyin continued, "As my boyfriend, what you need to do is to accompany me to some formal occasions and be by my side when I need you."

In other words, it comes when you call it and goes when you wave it away.

How is this a boyfriend? How is he different from an employee?
Zhong Yun couldn't help but say, "Isn't this what I'm doing now?"

Xia Siyin looked at him and said meaningfully, "You won't always be my driver."

What this means is that even if I no longer serve as her driver, I still have to be available at any time.

Zhong Yun felt a little unhappy.

He felt that this was more like negotiating conditions than a romantic relationship.

If Xia Siyin had not talked about money from beginning to end, he might have walked away in anger.

He is very short of money now because he still has debts, but he doesn't value money as much as before because he knows he won't be short of money in the future.

Therefore, he would feel that treating feelings as a transaction is an insult to him.

Xia Siyin saw his hesitation and said, "You can go back and think about it carefully."

Zhong Yun stood up and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped, turned around, and asked a question, "What did President Xia mean by being unable to fulfill his girlfriend's obligations?"

Xia Siyin frowned slightly. Before she could say anything, Zhong Yun walked towards her. Before she could react, he hooked her chin with one hand and kissed her lips.

Her eyes suddenly widened and she subconsciously pushed his chest. She pushed very hard and pushed him away.

"You—uh!"

Just as she was about to speak, her mouth was blocked again and her hands were grabbed and raised above her head.

She leaned back and lay down on the sofa, with the man on top of her.

A minute passed.

Zhong Yuncai let her go, panting, staring at her with eyes blazing with fire, and asked in a provocative tone, "Does this count?"

(End of this chapter)