Marriage Seduction Addiction

His only response was silence on the other end of the phone.

Fu Jiali didn't try to guess what the silence meant; he simply waited patiently.

Before long, there was finally a response on the other end of the phone—

"how?"

Upon hearing Yan Shiyu's reaction, Fu Jiali knew that he must already have an answer.

Whether the answer was based on a tacit understanding or something else, that was beyond his concern.

Fu Jiali said slowly, "Speaking of which, we've eaten together and hunted together before. Plus, you're my elder in name, so I think I can share this with you. After all, I'm not familiar with that kid Jiang Muchen. Should I ask him for advice?"

Fu Jiali spoke slowly and deliberately, and Yan Shiyu opposite him also seemed unhurried. After a while, he finally asked again, "What?"

"It's nothing, I just happened to overhear that Meng Liancheng has arranged to meet her tomorrow night at the Song family's old villa. Isn't that interesting? I'm quite curious to see what will happen between them—"

Before he could finish speaking, the phone was hung up.

Fu Jiali wasn't angry. He put away his phone, lit another cigarette, and, thinking about the phone call he'd just had, couldn't help but chuckle softly.

……

The following evening, Tang Xu left the company and was driving through traffic when his phone suddenly rang.

She glanced at her phone screen and saw a message from Tang Lan.

Since Tang Lan left last time, she would send her one or two messages of concern from time to time. It was as if those eighteen years of silence had never existed.

But she doesn't remember, while Tang Xu does.

So she didn't reply to a single one.

Tang Xu only glanced at the message reminding her that there would be a rainstorm in Huai City before deleting it.

Reason told her that she shouldn't have let her relationship with Tang Lan become so strained, because Tang Lan would definitely have the answers to many of the questions she wanted to know.

Although Tang Lan refused to tell her no matter how much she pressed her, it was anyone's guess what Tang Lan's attitude would be if she softened her stance and begged her as a pitiful daughter.

But sometimes, reason can never prevail over emotion.

Just like the things about Meng Liancheng and Tang Lan, Tang Xu knew that even Jiang Muchen knew more than she did. Otherwise, Jiang Muchen wouldn't have repeatedly warned her to stay away from Meng Liancheng.

But she would never ask Jiang Muchen.

Just like now, she will no longer ask Tang Lan.

Because she was unwilling to give these people a chance.

She didn't want them to think that there was any possibility of reconciliation between them.

Therefore, she preferred to explore it herself.

Upon reaching the intersection, Tang Xu suddenly changed direction and drove towards the Song family villa.

Twenty minutes later, Tang Xu's car stopped in front of his former home.

Only one car had arrived before her.

Tang Xu recognized it; it was Meng Liancheng's car.

The house, which had been lonely and desolate for so long, now had its lights on, but it no longer had the atmosphere it once had.

Tang Xu sat in the car, quietly staring at the house for a long time.

For some reason, Meng Liancheng felt that this house would have some important significance to her, and that it would be a bargaining chip that he could use to control her.

But to her, the house was just an empty shell, and she didn't care about it at all.

The reason she came here was simply to see what Meng Liancheng was up to and what he wanted.

Tang Xu got out of the car, arrived at the villa entrance, and rang the doorbell.

A short while later, the door opened.

Meng Liancheng, who was standing inside the door, was wearing an apron. He looked at Tang Xu with a slightly reproachful expression. "Why are you ringing the doorbell when you're back in your own home?" Tang Xu stared at his attire for a long time before replying, "I'm sorry, I don't have the habit of taking over when I'm the guest."

Upon hearing this, Meng Liancheng simply chuckled and said, "Come in."

Tang Xu stared at the familiar yet long-lost house behind him for a moment, and finally went inside.

After so long, the house seemed unchanged; the furniture and decorations were just as they had been, and every corner was just as she remembered it.

But ultimately, things are different.

Tang Xu withdrew her gaze and turned to look at Meng Liancheng. "I wonder what Mr. Meng wants to do by calling me here?"

Meng Liancheng had already walked to the dining table, picked up the decanter and poured two glasses of wine. Then, he took the glass to Tang Xu and handed her one of them, saying, "I want to reconcile."

This answer seemed to pique Tang Xu's interest. She took the wine glass and asked, "How do you plan to reconcile?"

“As long as you’re willing, what’s wrong with reconciliation?” Meng Liancheng said.

Tang Xu lowered his head and sniffed the wine in his glass, then slowly said, "What if I said I wanted you to admit your crimes and go to jail?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Liancheng couldn't help but laugh out loud and asked her, "Then tell me, what crime have I committed?"

Tang Xu laughed too, "Don't you know better than I what crime you've committed?"

Meng Liancheng smiled for a moment, then sighed softly and said, "If you're willing to let go of these misunderstandings, can't we reconcile?"

"And what happens after the reconciliation?" Tang Xu asked again, "What benefits will I get?"

"What benefits do you want?" Meng Liancheng leaned back on the sofa next to her, looking at her. "How about this house?"

"If that's all, then Mr. Meng isn't being sincere."

Meng Liancheng raised his wine glass and gently clinked it against hers. "If you're willing, you'll see just how sincere I am."

After saying that, Meng Liancheng tilted his head back and drank the wine in his cup.

Tang Xu didn't even touch the wine glass in his hand, and continued, "There's no such thing as a free lunch. If Mr. Meng is really so sincere, then I really need to carefully consider what I can offer to make Mr. Meng go to such lengths."

"Don't underestimate yourself." Meng Liancheng looked at her. "After all, you are Xiao Lan's daughter."

Tang Xu suddenly looked up at him.

She is Tang Lan's daughter, so she shouldn't underestimate herself.

So, for Meng Liancheng, is her value inherited from Tang Lan?
If that's the case, then what exactly is this so-called "value"?
In an instant, several possibilities flashed through Tang Xu's mind, but before she could analyze them, a loud "bang" suddenly came from the door.

Both of them looked towards the gate at the same time.

Dust billowed from the broken gate, and as the dust settled, a shattered car front was revealed!

Someone drove a car right through the gate!
Meng Liancheng couldn't help but click his tongue, his meaning unclear.

Tang Xu was probably a little startled, and for a moment her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly calmed down.

Then she saw the car door open and someone push open the driver's side door and get out.

That figure...

It was Jiang Muchen.

Tang Xu quickly looked away, but then heard Meng Liancheng beside her suddenly let out a sigh.

The meaning behind that sigh is quite clear.

It's disappointing.

Tang Xu turned to look at him.

When Meng Liancheng discovered that the person who came was Jiang Muchen, was he disappointed?

Who was he originally hoping would come? (End of Chapter)