Chapter 116: Do We Have to Fight Back?

Song Huan Yan thought that, since Nan Gong Jue would even fall out with Nan Gong Yu to protect Qiao An, Gu Qinghe's worry was unsurprising.

Gu Qinghe said nothing.

She seemed as if she would never rebut Nan Gong Yu.

There were things she could tell Song Huan Yan, but not Nan Gong Yu.

Nan Gong Yu said again, "Mother, do you think the punishment I just mentioned is too severe?"

Gu Qinghe replied, "Not at all."

Nan Gong Yu fell silent as well.

Song Huan Yan said, "Mother, don't worry, it won't happen."

Because Song Huan Yan said it so confidently, Gu Qinghe looked at her.

Song Huan Yan also looked at her and said, "Second brother is just in the heat of love; his emotions are bound to be a bit over the top. When his emotions settle, it'll be fine."

Gu Qinghe thought for a moment, nodded, "Hmm."

Nan Gong Yu looked at Song Huan Yan, extended his hand toward her, "It's time to go home and sleep."

The couple bid farewell to their parents.

When getting into the car, Nan Gong Yu whispered a few words to Meng Zhangfeng before boarding.

After getting in, he glanced at the time and asked Song Huan Yan, "Are you sleepy?"

His voice had become a bit hoarse after drinking, and in the dim carriage it was especially charming.

"Not," Song Huan Yan shook her head, "Are you sleepy? You've had a lot to drink."

He heard that and let out a low laugh, "Don't you like me drinking?"

"No," Song Huan Yan said, "Drink when it's appropriate, a little sip is pleasant."

Nan Gong Yu leaned close to her ear, "Not sleepy, not drunk, just …"

Song Huan Yan hadn't had time to ask when the man already pressed his lips to hers, gently slipping in.

So it was self‑evident.

He wanted to kiss her.

He had been drinking; the scent of alcohol was strong.

It seemed he could barely control himself.

Still in the car, his hands also unexpectedly grew unrestrained.

Fortunately the interior lights were dim.

He didn't just kiss her lips; he also slid down slowly.

From her jaw to her neck.

Song Huan Yan felt that the man's flirting skill, after one or two kisses, actually grew stronger.

She only felt her whole body go limp, but Meng Zhangfeng was still ahead.

She could only speak a warning, softly saying, "Lord Yu…".

The man finally released her, let out a low laugh, and urged Meng Zhangfeng, "Speed up."

"Yes," Meng Zhangfeng lowered his head, pressing the accelerator until it roared.

Back home, Nan Gong Yu went to take a shower.

After finishing her ablutions, Song Huan Yan lay on the bed but couldn't fall asleep.

She still… was a little worried, a little tangled.

She hoped Nan Gong Jue would discover it as soon as possible, preferably.

Nan Gong Yu, after showering and getting into bed, prompted Song Huan Yan, who suddenly remembered something and hurried, "By the way, second brother said he'll marry her tomorrow… Should we get up early tomorrow?"

Nan Gong Yu embraced her, "No need, it won't happen."

Song Huan Yan raised an eyebrow.

Nan Gong Yu, eyes closed, said, "I'll have Changfeng call the Civil Affairs Bureau first thing tomorrow; they can't process a Marriage Certificate in the short term."

Song Huan Yan slightly widened her eyes, "Is he really that powerful now?"

"Hmm." Song Huan Yan nodded, exhaled, "That's good."

"Don't worry." Nan Gong Yu said, "With me blocking, the second brother won't get his wish so easily."

Song Huan Yan pursed her lips and said, "Thank you."

Nan Gong Yu seemed a bit surprised, smiled and asked, "Thank what?"

Song Huan Yan said, "You do everything for me."

Nan Gong Yu kissed her lips, "Not entirely. I also think that woman is unsuitable; even if you don't target her, I'd still do this."

Song Huan Yan was a bit surprised; she had thought Nan Gong Yu acted entirely for her.

Song Huan Yan chuckled, "I see, got it."

Nan Gong Yu held her tightly; in this deep autumn weather, Song Huan Yan felt very warm.

Song Huan Yan had just wanted to say "let's sleep," but unexpectedly… Nan Gong Yu kissed her again.

Probably because he'd been drinking, he truly couldn't control himself.

Or… he never thought about restraining himself.

Soon the two kissed so passionately they could not part, their bodies ignited.

Song Huan Yan, for the first time, felt this "strange" sensation, an inexplicable yearning…

Yearning for more, yearning to merge with him.

This feeling… was somewhat unfamiliar, making her unable to stop feeling a bit nervous.

Nan Gong Yu is in good health, with no problems at all.

His body was scorching and frantic, as if he might scorch her too.

After drinking, he seemed even more charming.

Nan Gong Yu kissed her, finally unable to hold back, he spoke in a low voice, his tone unusually deep, murmuring, "Huan Yan, may I?"

Song Huan Yan was very shy.

But it was also very sudden.

She was still completely unprepared.

Nevertheless, the domineering, scorching man didn't wait for her answer; he somewhat forcefully lifted her… hand....

Song Huan Yan still thought... the two were really going to be together.

Who knew...

Later, Song Huan Yan's beautiful face turned tomato‑red, and she hurried up, "I'm going… to the restroom."

She said that and ran away at a sprint.

In contrast, Nan Gong Yu seemed much more composed.

He got up and also went to the wash area.

He, of course, also needed to freshen up.

Watching Song Huan Yan at the sink, Nan Gong Yu leaned against the glass door, a smile on his lips, his voice still low, saying, "You've worked hard."

Song Huan Yan's face, which had stopped reddening, flushed again.

She stammered, "No, it's nothing."

Nan Gong Yu stepped forward, took her hand to help scrub her, then gently dried her, saying, "Next time you try it."

Song Huan Yan's face turned an even deeper red, her mind in chaos, not knowing how to answer.

She blurted out, "Ah, um, okay, no, I'm… sleepy, I'm going to sleep."

She said that and hurried away at a dash.

Nan Gong Yu let out a laugh.

Song Huan Yan, face flushed, crawled into the covers.

Could it be that men who have drunk are always this wild?

The next day.

Qiao An was very upset early in the morning.

Nan Gong Jue was far too gentlemanly; last night… he only slept beside her, doing nothing else.

It made her uncomfortable, and she didn't fall asleep until the late night.

After getting up and tidying, Qiao An said, "Brother Jue, I'm preparing… to go talk to President Song."

Nan Gong Jue furrowed his brows, displeased, "What do you want to find her for? Don't go. This matter you shouldn't meddle in; I have my own way of handling it."

Qiao An persisted, "I must go; how could I not be involved? This matter started because of me."

Qiao An, disregarding the earlier order from Song Huan Yan forbidding any further delays to filming, went straight to the company with Nan Gong Jue early that morning.

However, just after parking the car, Nan Gong Jue received a work call.

The situation was somewhat urgent; he needed to command operations remotely, so he told Qiao An, "You go ahead; I'll come later."

Qiao An nodded and got out of the car.

Song Huan Yan had just arrived at the company, brewed tea, and before she could chat a few words with Sang Wan, Qiao An entered.

Song Huan Yan instantly became displeased, saying, "Why are you not going to the set again?"

Qiao An's expression was quite serious as she said, "President Song, I have something to discuss with you alone."

Sang Wan glanced at Song Huan Yan, who thought for a moment and finally said, "Sang Sang, you go out first."

After Sang Wan left, Qiao An closed the door.

"Speak plainly," Song Huan Yan said.

Qiao An stepped forward, saying as she walked, "Do you really think you can stop me from marrying Nan Gong Jue?"

Song Huan Yan replied bluntly, "Are you worthy of marrying him?"

Qiao An stared at her, "He likes me a lot; I advise you not to waste your effort."

Song Huan Yan fell silent.

Qiao An added, "As long as you stop targeting me, I'll obediently follow your words and never cause trouble again. You keep promoting me as an International Superstar; then we sisters‑in‑law will be united, harmonious and loving, and the story spread will be beautiful, with everyone's faces shining."

Song Huan Yan smiled, saying, "Still not fully awake this morning? Even your sweet dreams turned out like this…?"

Qiao An ground her teeth, "Then what must I do for you to let me go, to make things right for us?"

Song Huan Yan sneered, "All you need to do is get lost."

"You!" Qiao An burst into tears from anger, crying as she looked at Song Huan Yan, and walked toward her side.

Song Huan Yan frowned.

Qiao An had already reached her, suddenly leaning forward, whispering, "Don't think I don't know what's in your mind."

Faced with her approach, Song Huan Yan instinctively felt nauseous; just as she was about to push her away, she added, "You're not only thinking of Nan Gong Yu, you also think of Nan Gong Jue. One man can't satisfy you; you want both brothers to like you. And also Qin Yingdi, you're stringing him along too."

Song Huan Yan, disgusted by her slurred words, raised her hand, pushed her away, then stood and delivered a hard slap to her face, shouting, "You're truly disgusting!"

The slap was extremely forceful, using all her strength, making her palm tingle.

She'd wanted to give that slap for a long time!

Qiao An was knocked to the ground by that hard slap, her whole body stunned, and her nose began to bleed profusely.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

Song Huan Yan looked over, said "Come in," and Qiao An knelt on the floor, crying, "President Song, I beg you, please let me and Brother Jue be together. You can hit me any way you like. I'll be your ox and horse, just please grant it!"

Song Huan Yan, upon seeing who entered, inhaled a sharp gasp of cold air.

Isn't the newcomer just Nan Gong Jue?

Sure enough, when Nan Gong Jue saw the scene he immediately flared up, his face dark as he rushed forward, saying, "Elder Sister-in-law, what are you doing?!"

You could tell he was very angry.

Song Huan Yan then realized it was a ploy deliberately played by Qiao An.

Song Huan Yan said directly, "Can't you see?"

Nan Gong Jue, his anger surging, rushed forward, gently supporting Qiao An, his words full of concern, saying, "An An, what are you doing? Even if you beg her, you don't need to kneel."

Qiao An, crying, was helped to her feet.

Nan Gong Jue immediately saw Qiao An's face, still smeared with nosebleed from being beaten.

She was still covered in tears, utterly miserable.

They say that a frail, pitiful woman most arouses a man's protective instinct, and this is truly the case.

When Nan Gong Jue saw Qiao An like that, his anger made his hands tremble instantly.

He hurriedly, with great concern, wiped away her nosebleed, then turned his gaze to Song Huan Yan, his eyes blazing with raging fury, and instinctively raised his hand.

Song Huan Yan remained calm, showing no fear or retreat in the face of his raised hand, and said, "Do you want to strike back?"

Nan Gong Jue glared at her with hatred, but ultimately did not swing his hand; finally, his anger subsiding, he clenched his fist and snarled, "If it weren't for my elder brother's face…"

He did not finish the rest.

Song Huan Yan kept a cold expression and said nothing.

Qiao An, still crying miserably, hurriedly grabbed Nan Gong Jue, "Brother Jue, no, you can't hit her."

Seeing her still defending Song Huan Yan, Nan Gong Jue was instantly so angry his head spun.