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

That one word, "Baby," struck Meng Zhixue like a thunderbolt, leaving her completely dizzy.

In a daze, she was pulled back to her past life.

In her past life, she and Zhou Yu were together for half a year. For the first three months, he was extremely indifferent and almost forgot that she was even by his side.

But ever since that drunken incident, he seems like a completely different person.

In front of outsiders, he remains the calm, rational, and strategic President Zhou, unmoved by the presence of ordinary women.

Only she knew how crazy he was at night.

He would bite her earlobe again and again, calling her "baby" in a low, husky voice, and kissing her all over her body with great pleasure, watching her look of collapse and helplessness.

...The feeling of being pampered and "working overtime" until the early hours of the morning still makes Meng Zhixue's scalp tingle just thinking about it.

She blinked and reached for the suitcase handle: "I can carry my own luggage, no need to trouble Young Master Zhou!"

Zhou Yu didn't let go; instead, he pressed her hand down on the lever, his gaze passing over her shoulder and landing on the veranda not far away, reminding her, "Xie Wei and the others haven't gone far yet."

"So what if I haven't gone far?" Meng Zhixue didn't care, and even felt more confident. "If Sister Xie Wei sees you bullying me, she'll definitely come to my aid! Let go!"

As she spoke, she slapped Zhou Yu's hand away and forcefully pulled the suitcase back from his grasp.

She glared at him irritably, then turned and left.

Watching her seemingly calm but actually fleeing figure, Zhou Yu stood there, a very soft chuckle escaping his throat.

Meng Zhixue ran back to her room in one breath, swiped her card, entered, and locked the door in one smooth motion.

She placed her suitcase against the wall, squatted down beside it, covered her burning cheeks with her hands, and looked somewhat distraught and confused.

Help.

Her current situation is a real-world example of being "besieged by wolves in front and tigers behind," isn't it?

Even in my past life, I wasn't this miserable!

At least I only had one boyfriend at a time, not all at the same time!

She didn't want to be a kept woman at all. Why were these two domineering CEOs, who had everything they wanted, eyeing her?

What, private dining isn't exciting enough? You have to fight over food to make it taste good?

Who is this person?!

Meng Zhixue was extremely distressed.

She lingered in the room, during which time Xie Wei sent her the private room number and told her to ask the waiter to start serving the food so she could go out for lunch.

She only took her phone and went out after Xie Wei sent her a second message asking if she was ready.

When she pushed open the door to the private room, she found that everyone else had already arrived.

Xie Wei smiled and waved, "Come over here, I saved a seat for you."

Meng Zhixue replied, "Okay."

To Xie Wei's right is Zhuangzhuang, who is sitting in a baby chair. To her left is an empty seat, and on the other side of the empty seat is Xie Lingfeng, who is looking down at her phone.

Meng Zhixue didn't want to sit with Xie Lingfeng, but Xie Lingfeng didn't even look at her, and his indifferent appearance reassured her a lot.

Besides, when everyone is eating together, no matter how shameless Xie Lingfeng is, he wouldn't do anything underhanded in public, right?

If he really dares, she'll tell Sister Xie Wei! She'll make Sister Xie Wei teach her brother a lesson and beat him to death!

Meng Zhixue muttered to herself as she walked to an empty seat and sat down.

But to her surprise, Xie Lingfeng actually dared to do it!

Almost as soon as she sat down, he reached out and, under the cover of the tablecloth, grabbed her left hand without saying a word.

Her heart suddenly raced, and her forced composure almost crumbled.

She tried to pull her hand back forcefully, but Xie Lingfeng's strength was astonishing.

He didn't just hold her hand; his fingers lightly brushed against her palm and between her fingers, occasionally squeezing her hand as if playing a relaxing and stress-relieving game, and he was having a great time with it.

On the surface, he calmly pressed the turntable with one hand, looking like a good uncle, making it convenient for Xie Wei to serve soup to Zhuangzhuang, behaving as if nothing was wrong.

Meng Zhixue: "..."

She recalled a phrase: a beast in human clothing.

Xie Wei suddenly asked, "Xuexue, Zhuangzhuang has made such great progress lately, he even asks me for hugs now, did you do something?"

When the conversation turned to business, Meng Zhixue's attention was instantly drawn back. Forgetting all about Xie Lingfeng, that big pervert, she nodded and said, "Yes."

But she didn't take credit, explaining, "Haven't I been taking training courses as a child sensory integration therapist? I was worried that I wasn't good enough, so I asked the teacher to create a home training schedule for Zhuangzhuang. Every day, I do sensory integration training and static thinking exercises with Zhuangzhuang."

"Zhuangzhuang is great, he cooperates very well, and he has made great progress, which surprised both me and his teacher."

Xie Wei quickly asked, "If Zhuangzhuang keeps training, will he get better and better?"

"Yes, he will." Meng Zhixue nodded. "Zhuangzhuang is still young, which is the golden period for building a foundation. As long as he persists in training..."

As she spoke of these things, her eyes shone brightly and a smile played on her lips, completely forgetting that Xie Lingfeng was still holding her hand.

Only when she got excited and subconsciously tried to gesture with both hands to Xie Wei did her eyes suddenly freeze, realizing that her left hand was still in Xie Lingfeng's wolfish claws.

Her eyes changed very subtly, so quickly that Xie Wei, who was chatting with her, didn't even notice. She assumed that no one else had noticed either, little did she know that it had all been observed by one person.

Ever since Meng Zhixue entered the room, Zhou Yu would glance at her from time to time.

They quickly noticed that something was wrong with her.

After she sat down, her left hand remained hanging under the table and never came up to the surface.

Xie Lingfeng, sitting next to her, was sitting excessively upright, and her left arm was noticeably tilted to the right, seemingly...

Zhou Yu loosened his grip, and the phone fell onto the carpet with a thud.

Upon seeing this, the waiter standing in the corner immediately stepped forward to help him pick up his phone, but he raised his hand to stop him, saying, "No need."

Taking advantage of bending down to pick up his phone, he clearly saw the undercurrents swirling beneath the table...

Meng Zhixue's fair and soft left hand was held and played with by Xie Lingfeng. Although Xie Lingfeng also had fair skin, there was still a clear difference in skin color between the two, as well as a clear difference in shape.

A woman's hands are soft, fair, and slender.

The man's hands, however, had distinct knuckles, and dark blue veins were clearly visible on the back of his hands, exuding a sense of strength.

The man enveloped the woman's hand, gently kneading and playing with it; every movement was filled with silent ambiguity.

Especially since it happened in a public place.

The ambiguity then permeates with a hidden, unpleasant thrill.

Seemingly aware that he was watching, Xie Lingfeng chuckled smugly, gave him a "V" sign, and then held up her little finger.

Xie Wei's voice rang out: "What are you looking at so happily?"

Xie Lingfeng chuckled again, his voice brimming with obvious smugness, and said succinctly, "Just watching the fun."

Zhou Yu sat up straight with composure and smiled.

sneer.