Chapter 633: Ambiguity Is Innocent

The congee aroma……mixed with the two people's intertwined breath.

Ambiguity spread in the cramped space.

Lin Yuan's stiffened body……gradually relaxed.

His hand feeding the congee……also slowed down.

Lin Yuan let her wrap her arms around his neck……

Lin Yuan's fingertips……unconsciously landed on her waist.

And Yu Meng's hand gently clenched Lin Yuan's shirt hem.

Just as the two people's breaths gradually entwined……

Yu Meng's phone placed on the sofa……suddenly rang shrilly.

The screen lit up.

"Yang Dawei" three characters were especially eye‑catching. Yu Meng glanced at the phone, her brows slightly furrowed.

A hint of impatience flickered in her eyes.

Yu Meng, however, still did not loosen her hold on Lin Yuan's hand.

Yu Meng freed a hand, reaching to pick up the phone.

She didn't even look, casually swiped to answer, and put it to her ear.

From the other end of the line……came Yang Dawei's concerned, slightly probing voice.

Yang Dawei's voice, through the earpiece……conveyed his attentiveness:

"Mengmeng, did you enjoy your late‑night snack? Is the seafood congee enough? Don't drink too much red wine—it's too strong and hurts the stomach."

Obviously he hadn't slept yet after the crackdown; he kept thinking of Yu Meng.

Thus Yang Dawei's tone was full of careful appeasement.

Yu Meng was interrupted by him, her irritation growing.

Yu Meng's cheek……rested on Lin Yuan's shoulder.

Yu Meng answered evasively, her tone devoid of warmth: "Fine……pretty good."

Her voice was soft, tinged with a hint of laziness just aroused.

In Yu Meng's words lay a barely perceptible annoyance……

She felt it troublesome to say even one more word……

Yang Dawei didn't detect her perfunctoriness, and continued to nag……

Yang Dawei's tone grew ever gentler:

"That's good, that's good. Drink a little less alcohol, don't stay out too late with your best friend, rest early, and tomorrow I'll bring you breakfast, okay?"

Yang Dawei had no idea that, on this end of the call, Yu Meng was leaning against another man's embrace, too lazy to take the call seriously.

Yu Meng felt her ears were about to grow calluses……

She could no longer bear it; without waiting for Yang Dawei to finish, she frowned impatiently……

Yu Meng casually tossed the phone onto the sofa corner, not even hanging up.

From the earpiece……Yang Dawei's nagging kept coming……

But Yang Dawei's voice was completely ignored by her, as if it were merely irrelevant noise.

After doing all that, Yu Meng lifted her head to look at Lin Yuan; the impatience in her eyes vanished instantly……

She was solemn, and in its place came deep affection……

Yu Meng reached out……hooked her arms around Lin Yuan's neck, drawing close again……

Her lips……lightly brushed Lin Yuan's jaw.

Yu Meng's voice was alluring, with a hint of poultry meat: "Don't mind him, it's annoying as hell."

Before her voice faded, she initiated a kiss……

This time, there was not the slightest hesitation.

Dry tinder, ignited the fierce fire.

Then……completely shattered the last barrier between them.

Volcano, erupted.

Lin Yuan was ignited by her initiative, kindling the affection deep in his heart.

Lin Yuan is no Liu Xiaohui, yet Yu Meng provoked him like this.

How could Lin Yuan admit defeat?

Lin Yuan wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her tightly in his embrace……

Their breathing grew ever more ragged, their bodies tightly entwined.

The takeout on the sofa……still gave off a faint aroma.

The phone in the corner continued to convey Yang Dawei's nagging……

But all of this became the backdrop to their ambiguity……

The scene spun out of control, never to return to the original boundaries.

……

Night deepened……

The ambiguous atmosphere inside the room gradually faded……

Only the two people's even breathing remained, intertwined……

Afterward, Lin Yuan held Yu Meng and went into the bedroom……

The bedroom door was slammed shut……

Tonight, it is destined……

The window screen torn, the moonlight soft,

Shallow words, whispered near the curtain hook.

At the brow's tip, three parts of feeling silently gather,

Not daring to invite, only exchanging secret glances.

……

The next day…… seven in the morning.

The sky had just begun to brighten.

The faint light outside the window…… filtered through the curtain gaps and scattered into the room.

Lin Yuan was the first to wake up.

The hangover-like laziness faded.

Lin Yuan stretched.

He subconsciously moved his body, while Yu Meng beside him slept soundly……

The little girl's brows slightly furrowed, her cheeks still flushed with uneffaced rosiness.

Yu Meng was like a docile little cat, tightly clinging to his shoulder.

Lin Yuan eased his movements, just about to carefully get up, avoiding her touch……

But Yu Meng beside him seemed to sense something, and opened her eyes in a daze……

In Yu Meng's eyes, a layer of sleepy haze still lingered……

Before Lin Yuan could react, Yu Meng reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist……

Immediately after, Yu Meng once again burrowed into the blanket……%

Yu Meng tightly entwined herself……

In the blanket, Yu Meng's voice was soft and sweet…… with a hint of coquettish laziness:

"Manager Lin, stay with me a little longer, don't get up, okay?"

Lin Yuan tensed all over, the refusal at his lips swallowed back……

Lin Yuan helplessly said: "Don't make trouble, I still have things to do, I can't sleep anymore."

But Yu Meng clung tightly, unwilling to let him go……

Lin Yuan had no time to stop it, and ultimately couldn't bring himself to forcibly push her away……

Lin Yuan could only let her cling to him……

The atmosphere in the room became ambiguous once again……

Back and forth, they fell again into the midst of intimacy^

They didn't even notice the sky outside gradually brightening.

Until eleven o'clock at noon.

Only then did the two of them completely stop.

Yu Meng leaned against the headboard, sore and limp, her cheeks flushed, her eyes full of fatigue.

But she, however, also carried a hint of satisfied laziness……

At this moment, Yu Meng didn't even have the strength to lift her hand.

Lin Yuan got up, tidied his clothes, and looked at her weak appearance.

Lin Yuan's tone softened a bit.

"Lie still and don't move; I'll go make you lunch, then you can rest a bit after eating."

Yu Meng lightly nodded, then obediently lay down……

Her gaze fixed tightly on Lin Yuan's back, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curling up.

Lin Yuan turned and walked into the kitchen, busying himself with practiced movements……

He didn't go overboard with fancy touches, just made two dishes and a soup, yet the aroma was enticing enough to fill the stomach.

After lunch, Lin Yuan helped Yu Meng onto the bed and covered her with a blanket,

Lin Yuan calmly instructed: "Rest well, I'm going out to handle some things, I'll return later. If you want to leave to eat, you can go first when you wake up later, remember to lock the door for me."

Yu Meng blinked, didn't ask further, just softly let out an 'um'.

She then closed her eyes and quickly fell back into deep sleep.

Actually, Lin Yuan had already taken leave in advance today.

Today, he had no intention of going to work at the Su Group.

Compared to the company's trivial matters, he…… still had more important things to do.

A matter of eradicating the root completely!

That is the matter of the Qian family father and son.

Yesterday, he had agreed with Qian Shoude to meet at ten this morning at the Qian Shi Group for negotiations.

By now, Lin Yuan was already late.

Lin Yuan checked his phone, and indeed, Qian Shoude had already called hundreds of times, all unanswered.

Although Lin Yuan was late, he never intended to be absent.

Lin Yuan changed into a clean set of casual clothes, casually picking up his jacket and car keys.

He carefully checked the doors and windows, then gently closed the door and went downstairs.

Lin Yuan drove out of Shidai Gongyu.

He didn't head straight for the Qian Shi Group, but turned the car around and drove toward the Goddess Bar……

The vehicle speed remained steady all the way.

Lin Yuan drove, yet a cold light gradually appeared in his eyes, and his aura grew ever more somber and cold.

Several minutes later…

The car stopped steadily at the back door of the Goddess Bar.

At this moment the bar was not yet open; the surroundings were quiet, with only the back door guard on duty.

Lin Yuan got out of the car, and the guards respectfully opened the door for him.

Lin Yuan entered the bar and headed straight toward the underground wine cellar storeroom…

He pushed open the hidden door of the underground storeroom.

A wave of cold, damp air… mixed with a faint smell of blood rushed over him.

Inside the storeroom the light was dim, with only a single incandescent bulb overhead lit.

The light was feeble, barely illuminating the entire storeroom.

Qian Renhao, on the brink of death… lay on the cold concrete floor.

Qian Renhao's limbs… remained twisted at strange angles.

His clothes… were covered in dust and bloodstains.

At this moment, Qian Renhao's face was as pale as paper, his lips dry and cracked.

He trembled all over from weakness, barely able to keep his eyes open.

Lin Yuan walked over slowly, looking down at him from above.

Lin Yuan's eyes were as cold as ice, devoid of any warmth.

When Lin Yuan reached Qian Renhao, he stopped, lifted his foot…

Lin Yuan mercilessly kicked Qian Renhao's shoulder.

The kick wasn't strong, but it was enough to make the weak Qian Renhao instantly come to…

Qian Renhao let out a weak cry of pain.

Qian Renhao shuddered all over, opened his eyes in fear, and upon seeing that the person was Lin Yuan…

Fear instantly filled Qian Renhao's eyes, and his body trembled even more.

Qian Renhao's voice was weak… and trembled as he pleaded.

Qian Renhao stammered: "Don't… don't kill me! Lin Yuan, please don't kill me! I know I was wrong, I won't dare again, please spare my life!"

Lin Yuan looked at his cowardly, death-fearing appearance and curled his lip in a cold smile.

Lin Yuan spoke in a flat tone… yet with a piercing chill, saying slowly: "Rest assured, I won't kill you for now. Killing you would be too lenient on you and Qian Shoude."

Upon hearing this, Qian Renhao's tension eased slightly, but he still couldn't stop trembling.

His eyes… were filled with dread and fear…

Qian Renhao stared fixedly at Lin Yuan, daring not to move a muscle.

Lin Yuan glanced at him, bent over, pulled a dry, hard steamed bun from his pocket, and casually tossed it onto the ground before him…

The bun rolled a few times and came to rest beside Qian Renhao's hand.

Qian Renhao had been hungry all night…

Now he was thirsty and exhausted, already starving.

Upon smelling the faint wheat aroma of the bun, Qian Renhao's eyes instantly lit up.

But his hands and feet had been crushed.

Qian Renhao could only muster all his strength, twisting his weak body, inching bit by bit toward the bun…

Qian Renhao's movements were clumsy and difficult, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.

After great effort he reached the bun, then eagerly lowered his head…

Qian Renhao gnawed at the bun on the ground with his cracked lips, wolfing it down as if clutching the last lifeline, not even bothering to brush off the dust.

Lin Yuan recorded Qian Renhao eating the bun on his phone…