A pampered young lady from a wealthy family is reborn, choosing a rich wife over a rich man.

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Looking at Zhou Yu's unfathomable, deep peach blossom eyes, Meng Zhixue pretended to be nonchalant, coughed lightly, and turned her head away.

But then I couldn't help glancing at the spot on his hand where I had bitten him, and...

I'm really worried there will be saliva on it!

Ahhhhh!

Fortunately, Zhou Yu didn't seem to notice these details and simply asked, "Are you a dog?"

Meng Zhixue: "Do you have any meat buns?"

Zhou Yu: "..."

"Don't ask me if I'm a dog if I don't have any meat buns. You have nothing to offer me, and even if I were a dog, I wouldn't bother with you!"

Zhou Yu: "..."

That makes perfect sense, and he was speechless.

But since he offered her benefits, didn't she tell him not to tempt her? No matter what, she's right.

"You're getting sharper and sharper these days." Zhou Yu pinched her chin again and said coldly, "I'll apply a cold compress to your face, don't move around."

"No need, no need," Meng Zhixue quickly said, dodging his hand again. "Thank you for the first-aid kit, I can do it myself."

Actually, she didn't pay much attention to this injury.

Wei Hongyu's grip wasn't very strong, so it didn't cause any real harm, but it was incredibly humiliating. The real pain came from being slapped as a child, leaving my ears ringing and me unable to process it for a long time.

The redness and swelling will subside on its own if I don't apply medicine soon.

"You can do it yourself?" Zhou Yu didn't believe it.

Meng Zhixue casually replied, "Why not? It's on your face, not your butt. You can just apply the medicine while looking in the mirror."

Zhou Yu was practically deaf to reason; his ears turned redder and redder still. Suppressing his anger, he slammed the medicine box he was carrying onto the coffee table, got up, and left.

After taking a couple of steps, he turned back and saw Meng Zhixue looking completely carefree, not even bothering to look for medicine in the first-aid kit. He became even more furious: "Don't you have any self-respect? Don't you care about your image in my eyes?"

"Should I... care?" Meng Zhixue turned to look at him, her eyes both sincere and puzzled. "I have no desire for you and I don't want anything to happen between us, so you don't need to care, right? You're keeping yourself pure for your white moonlight, and I, your shield, will be leaving in three months."

Working people have nothing to fear.

A short-term contract of three months? Does she expect her to treat her boss like God?

She changed tracks; she's not a caged bird, she doesn't need to constantly worry about her sugar daddy's mood.

Furthermore, after leaving her job, she would secretly tell Mrs. Zhou, who doted on her son, that her son was perfectly fine, but just very troublesome.

She didn't care what happened to Zhou Yu.

When Zhou Yu met Meng Zhixue's clear, dark almond-shaped eyes, his breath hitched, and he felt a sudden, inexplicable heart attack.

A sudden surge of anger rose up from nowhere, making him very irritable.

An indescribable sense of irritation.

If I had to describe it, it would be the unpleasant feeling of going astray in martial arts practice, with internal energy flowing in reverse, and the eight extraordinary meridians being rammed by internal energy to the point of almost exploding but not exploding for a while.

accurate.

With a dark expression, he turned around and walked straight to the garage.

As he walked, he made a phone call: "Go to Night Jue, have a drink with me."

Take care of yourself while you're at it.

……

Night Lord.

In the black and gold VIP room, Zhou Yu relaxed and leaned back on the sofa, slowly sipping a glass of red wine. However, his handsome eyes were cold and menacing, and the chill emanating from him was even stronger than usual.

"What's wrong, Young Master Zhou?" a young man with dyed blond hair asked with a smile. "You're usually so busy, it's rare for you to come to Nightjue. How come you've organized another gathering here in less than half a month? You seem to be in a bad mood. Could it be that the girl you took from Nightjue before didn't serve you well? Or should I recommend one to you..."

Zhou Yu paused in his swirling wine glass, his clear, captivating eyes glancing over indifferently: "Looking for death?"

"I……"

The blond-haired youth's expression changed, and before he could say anything more, he was immediately covered by his two companions and dragged out of the private room.

You could vaguely hear the two whispering things like, "Stop talking," and "Do you want to die?" Their voices were tense.

"Teach them a lesson?" Xie Lingfeng glanced at the slowly closing door of the private room and asked casually.

Zhou Yu raised an eyebrow.

If they didn't object, it means they agreed.

Xie Lingfeng's smile deepened, and she gracefully raised her hand, pointing a finger towards the door.

Immediately, two burly bodyguards, clad in tight-fitting black combat suits and hidden in the shadows, pushed open the door and went out.

Before long, screams of agony, the kind of screams only humans can make when they are in extreme pain, came from outside, startling many people in the private room, who turned pale and trembled.

"Didn't that person participate in some kind of talent show before?" Xie Lingfeng asked, closing his eyes to savor the experience while showering praise on him. "His voice is indeed quite good, with a wide vocal range."

"That's enough," Zhou Yu said calmly, glancing at him. "Too noisy."

"Oh." Xie Lingfeng chuckled and snapped his fingers.

Another bodyguard went out as instructed, and the screams outside immediately stopped. The people in the private room looked at each other, still not daring to breathe.

Zhou Yu asked, "Where's Wang Xu?"

"Soon." Xie Lingfeng replied casually, then lifted her eyelids to look at him. "Are you trying to vent your own anger, or your little canary at home? Are you really addicted, obsessed? I heard you haven't been working overtime lately, and you're going home to sleep with her every day..."

Zhou Yu glanced at him coldly, then smiled innocently: "Just kidding, why are you glaring at me?"

"..." Zhou Yu looked away. "My mom is worrying unnecessarily. My relationship with her is just that of an employee. She's not that kind of person. Don't talk nonsense."

Suddenly, a hand landed on Zhou Yu's left wrist, pressing two fingers against his pulse.

After a moment, the owner of the hand adjusted his frameless glasses and said politely, "Indeed, there's no sign of indulgence, just as hot as ever. A virgin who's been holding back for twenty-five years has a lot of semen, oh, a lot of gold."

"Hahahaha!" Xie Lingfeng laughed wildly, slamming her fist on the coffee table. "Wen Jueming, you, hahahaha! You really can't afford to offend Traditional Chinese Medicine, otherwise you'll have no secrets left!"

Wen Jueming pushed up his glasses, concealing his achievements and fame.

Zhou Yu: "...?"

The other girls in the private room: "...!!!"

Is this something they can hear?

Fortunately, someone soon led in a timid, white-haired young man with a lip piercing, diverting their attention.

"The Wang Xu you want," Xie Lingfeng said.

Wen Jueming judged: "This person has a sallow complexion, dull eyes, and dark circles around his eyes. Although he can stand upright, his body is hunched over, and he has weakness in his waist and knees..."

Xie Lingfeng: "Speak like a human being."

"...He's the one who's indulging in excessive sexual activity."

Zhou Yu's face was cold, and he uttered only one concise word: "Fight!"

After dealing with this minor culprit, Xie Lingfeng asked, "There's still a woman left. Should we deal with her?"

Zhou Yu shook his head: "Not for now."

Xue Yan is Meng Zhixue's friend. Whether the two have fallen out or not is Meng Zhixue's business. He will keep his distance and not interfere until she asks for his help.

All that's left is drinking.

Zhou Yu had no interest in alcohol, but tonight he seemed intent on getting drunk. Without needing anyone to persuade him, he tilted his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing, and downed a glass of sake.

He soon became slightly tipsy, loosened his collar, narrowed his peach blossom eyes, and leaned lazily back in his chair.

Taking advantage of his inattention, Xie Lingfeng pulled Wen Jueming aside: "Call Zhou Yu's little canary and tell him he's drunk and ask her to come pick him up."

"I won't fight," Wen Jueming said.

Xie Lingfeng urged, "Don't you want to see what she looks like? Several people say she looks exactly like Bai Xue, but even prettier, more innocent, and more alluring. Aren't you curious?"

"Go ahead and hit me," Wen Jueming said with a gentle smile.

Xie Lingfeng smiled dangerously, drawing a sharp dagger and twirling it in his palm: "Do you want to die?"

Wen Jueming thought for a moment and then said, "I remember the last time I examined you, you..."

"I'll hit you then!" Xie Lingfeng gritted his teeth.

He can't afford to ruin his public image.

He took out his phone, a playful smile on his face, his narrow phoenix eyes gleaming with a sharp light.

Zhou Yu remained devoted to Bai Xue, even after her death, but he felt that Bai Xue was a woman with only a pretty face and a two-faced personality. He not only had no liking for her, but even hated her.

I wonder what kind of person this canary is, is she just like Snow White...?

He dialed the number, tapped his fingers lightly, and calmly considered his options.

Jiangshan Imperial View Villa District.

Villa No. 15.

Meng Zhixue, who was binge-watching TV series late into the night, removed the ice pack from her face and prepared to go to sleep when her phone suddenly rang.

Harassing calls at 1 a.m.? Hang up.

It called again, and I hung up again.

The third time, she answered the phone with a puzzled look, but her face changed drastically at the content of the call: "What? Zhou Yu is drunk and vomiting blood? Oh... could something serious have happened? What good would it do if I went? I'm not a doctor. Just call 120 and take him to the hospital! Time is life, man, don't you even understand that?"

Xie Lingfeng: "...?"

She's said all the words, so now the pressure is on him?!

But she called him "big brother" in her sweet and soft voice...

Oh shit!