Chapter 1112: The Gentle Neighbor's Dramatic Sweetheart 40

Thanks to having played the fox spirit for so long, Zhongyu Yu's grasp of the alluring demonic charm is just right—demonic but not seductive; a glance makes people inexplicably feel ashamed of their appearance.

"What! Just because of you?" Xiaobaiwan exclaimed, giving another look that said 'as expected', glaring angrily at Zhongyu Yu, sizing him up from head to toe: "No wonder you dress so unconventionally."

"Hey, you're a newcomer; the boss probably doesn't even know what you look like." The person beside Xiaobaiwan immediately sneered, already having formed his own little clique.

"Exactly, our Xiao Lin Ge once closed a deal worth a million and even had a meal with the boss."

Wang Tai coughed repeatedly from fright, not daring to stop it, afraid he'd disturb the boss's wife's elegant mood.

Zhongyu Yu still wore a smiling, murmuring demeanor: "The boss is upstairs now; do you want to go up?"

"If we go, we go; I'm not afraid of you."

Unable to bear the provocation, Xiaobaiwan immediately went to mix a drink, said to be his best specialty cocktail.

Zhongyu Yu hadn't expected there'd be another round; inspiration struck, and he also mixed a cup.

Seeing him mix drinks haphazardly, the mockery in their eyes couldn't be contained.

"Good looks aren't enough; wealthy people choose a mistress not just for beauty."

At that moment, Jin Chen had just finished a meeting and returned to his office, unaware of what he was about to face.

The one knocking was Wang Tai, with a strange expression.

"Boss, uh… someone, no, several people want to see you."

Jin Chen listened to his hesitant tone, raised his head in doubt: "Who?"

Wang Tai gave Jin Chen a "good luck" look, then silently moved aside and slipped out the door.

Xiaobaiwan and his three lackeys were the first to squeeze in; although they all wore waiter uniforms, each had his own agenda, so none were properly dressed.

Jin Chen was about to put on a cold face when he saw Zhongyu Yu also entering with a drink, his gaze deep and smiling.

He slowly raised his eyebrows, a bad premonition beginning to surface in his heart.

Seeing Jin Chen's gaze fall on Zhongyu Yu, Xiaobaiwan felt unwilling and hurried forward, his uniform collar open, even applying glitter to his collarbone with ulterior motive.

As he approached, Jin Chen instinctively pressed a finger to his nose to avoid being overwhelmed by the perfume.

"If there's nothing, just leave."

"Boss, ever since the last dinner gathering, I've wanted to thank you; this time I mixed my best drink for you—try it."

That tone was so sweetly syrupy, it was practically winding nine times and bending eighteen.

Jin Chen…… Jin Chen didn't dare move.

He even clearly heard a light laugh coming from the doorway.

"Don't drink, get out."

Jin Chen didn't even change his seated posture, nor give another glance.

"Boss… you don't remember me, do you? Not long ago you praised me for being capable."

Xiaobaiwan couldn't give up, looking at him with tear-filled eyes, easily eliciting sympathy from someone who cares.

Jin Chen's ears were already starting to hurt.

He intended to speed up, then glanced at the doorway: "What are you guys doing here again?"

Zhongyu Yu also walked in, seemingly shy, lowering his lashes and softening his voice to act coquettish.

"Boss, I'm a newcomer here for the first time; together with these… seniors, I've come to mix you a drink."

He went straight around the table, walking past Xiaobaiwan's astonished gaze into the interior, nearly reaching Jin Chen's side.

"Would you like to try it?"

Jin Chen finally understood what his wife's script was.

Good, let's start the performance.

He leaned back lazily in his chair, eyes playful, raising his brows to draw a smile: "So thoughtful—then I'll give it a try."

Zhongyu Yu's actions grew bolder; with one hand he held the glass to Jin Chen's lips, already extremely close.

Their gazes entwined, the ambiguous atmosphere lingering.

Xiaobaiwan beside them: "……"

He gritted his teeth in anger, truly unaware where he'd lost, watching helplessly as Jin Chen drank Zhongyu Yu's specialty cocktail, dissatisfied and unwilling.

"Boss~ you praised me not long ago; now why won't you even drink?"

The few lackeys at the door, seeing the mood was off, quietly left to avoid collateral damage.

After Xiaobaiwan finished speaking, Jin Chen clearly sensed a hidden grievance in Zhongyu Yu's eyes—even if feigned, it was enough to evoke pity.

Jin Chen wrapped his arms around the waist, pulled the person into his embrace, lifted the chin with one hand, and stroked the cheek with a finger—an action almost excessively intimate.

"Of course, a beauty suits my taste better." As he spoke, his gaze remained fixed on Zhongyu Yu's shy, timid eyes, teasing and playful.

Zhongyu Yu obliged, collapsing into his arms, playing the alluring fox spirit to the hilt; his voice sounded as if veiled with moisture, soft and weak as he spoke.

"Boss… there are still many people in the room; it wouldn't be good if they saw."

The only person in the room, Xiaobaiwan: "……" He was furious!

This little vixen's tactics are top-notch! Indeed just a flirtatious tramp!

Wang Tai.

Jin Chen called out; Wang Tai, standing at the door with the posture of "eyes on nose, nose on heart," immediately entered: "Let's go, or else you'll lose this month's bonus!"

Xiaobaiwan knew these words were aimed at him; he could only leave unwillingly, not forgetting to glare at that fox spirit.

After the top-floor door closed, Xiaobaiwan handed a cigarette to Wang Tai, asking politely: "Brother Wang, who was that person just now? Could he have known the boss before?"

Wang Tai chuckled: "Yeah, that's the boss's wife, the boss's legitimate wife—what do you say?"

Xiaobaiwan's hand trembled: "……Ah?!"

He stood there stunned, completely dazed.

Good heavens…… what had he just done, vying for the boss's wife's favor?

Although... although people in this line of work have no morals, but I can't quit my job!

Inside the suite.

Jin Chen set the spicy liquor glass on the table; the drink was almost sloshing out.

Can't drink it, it's deadly poison.

He chuckled lowly, asking the person lying in his arms, "Are you having fun?"

"But they still want to hit on you." Zhongyu Yu hummed softly, cheek buried in his neck, rubbing gently, "Mine."

"I haven't done anything." Jin Chen explained, lightly pinching her cheek, not forgetting to vindicate himself.

"I only love my wife."

Zhongyu Yu, pacified into having no temper, tsundere tilted her head and bit his finger, mumbling, "Fine, fine."

After playing here all day, Zhongyu Yu leaned in his arms and soon grew tired; even her pretended dissatisfaction faded, she softly whined, "So sleepy, are we going back tonight?"

"No, let's just sleep here."

Jin Chen lifted her into the bedroom, his fingers rubbing her slender waist through the fabric, gentle yet firm.

Zhongyu Yu relaxed quickly; as long as Jin Chen was by her side, she wouldn't even notice the bed, and they fell asleep in each other's arms.

……

What Zhongyu Yu didn't expect was that the next day Jin Chen ordered an internal overhaul, which was carried out very quickly and with noticeable results.

By the time they went to the club for the second time, basically all the staff already knew him.

She felt both moved and thought that Jin Chen was overly meticulous.

Every time she was embraced, Zhongyu Yu felt especially fortunate, having escaped all suffering and gained a Utopia Spring where she would never be hurt again.

He had already accomplished redemption for his past, and the decades thereafter spent with his lover were nothing but a new beginning.