Wan Tong asked Zheng Jun to make it known that she had made a will. This news was soon spread online, and she became a hot topic because of this capricious will.
Yue Jingye called, his tone full of shock and reproach, feeling that Wan Tong didn’t take the Yue family seriously.
“Second Uncle, I’m not really going to die, so what’s there to worry about?” Wan Tong didn’t feel like talking to Yue Jingye and hung up after a few words.
[Tongtong, did you forget something?] Shishi reminded Wan Tong.
[Hmm?]
[The boss, is now, completely, love-brained.]
Shishi paused after each word to emphasize his point.
[…]
Wan Tong belatedly realized that ever since the boss started being her bodyguard, he had no other side jobs. From the looks of it, he planned to stay by her side indefinitely. Wouldn’t this hinder his development?
Should she throw him outside for some training?
Noticing Wan Tong’s strange gaze, Yu Sheng slightly raised his eyelids. His pupils, now free of the black mist, were a deep sea color, swirling with a dangerous whirlpool that seemed capable of sucking him in.
Wan Tong averted her gaze, and at that moment, Lu Yun and Yu Jian also looked up at her, their eyes carrying profound meaning.
“Why are you all looking at me?”
The invisible pressure began to envelop Wan Tong again.
After all, the three most formidable figures in this world were all here.
“What is the will about?” Lu Yun asked, slightly frowning.
“Just did it for fun,” Wan Tong replied casually.
Seeing her relaxed expression, Lu Yun didn’t say anything more. He moved his tray, which contained peeled and cut shrimp, in front of Wan Tong.
At the same time, Yu Jian also placed peeled crab meat and roe in front of her.
Both men were expressionless, without glancing at each other, but Wan Tong felt that the air seemed to have slowed down.
She swallowed, and a piece of snail meat was placed at her lips.
“Open your mouth,” Yu Sheng said in a low voice.
Wan Tong instinctively opened her mouth, but Lu Yun grabbed Yu Sheng’s arm and coldly said one word, “Dirty.”
Yu Sheng didn’t like using gloves and did it with his bare hands.
But Wan Tong didn’t mind. Yu Sheng had often peeled food for her like this before.
“It’s okay,” she said, biting down on the snail meat.
Without Yu Sheng pushing him away, Lu Yun withdrew his hand on his own, his handsome face darkening.
Wan Tong picked up her chopsticks, intending to eat the meat on her plate, but Yu Sheng moved both plates away from her and blinked, asking, “What else do you want to eat?”
“…” Wan Tong glanced at the plates, obviously wanting to eat the peeled meat.
But when her chopsticks reached out, they stopped midair.
She put down her chopsticks and sighed, “I’m going to the bathroom!”
Being stared at by three pairs of eyes like that, she really couldn’t eat.
After going to the bathroom, Wan Tong spoke with the restaurant manager, and as she came out, she ran into Lu Yun, who was waiting at the door.
This area wasn’t open to diners, so the lights were off. Only the light from outside the window illuminated the space, making it hard for her to see Lu Yun’s expression clearly.
He took a step closer, standing very near to her, his head lowered.
“Lu Yun, why are you here?” Wan Tong instinctively took a step back.
Lu Yun quickly placed his hands on her shoulders. If she wasn’t mistaken, his prominent nose brushed against her cheek before he stepped back.
Lu Yun rarely showed such an expression, with a hint of suppressed anger and disappointment in his eyes, as if someone had stolen his prey, or perhaps he was blaming the prey for not taking care of itself.
“Wan Tong, you have a smell on you that I don’t like,” his voice rasped from his throat.
Wan Tong raised her hand to sniff, “What smell?” Was it something from the restaurant?
However, her intuition told her that Lu Yun was referring to something else.
She looked up and met Lu Yun’s seemingly calm eyes. He was the first to look away, releasing his hands from her shoulders. In a hoarse voice, he said, “Do you know who he is…”
His voice trailed off.
After a long pause, his gaze locked onto her face. “Let’s find a time to have our wedding.”
Wan Tong : “…”
So, what had provoked him?
At that moment, at the corner, the figures of Yu Sheng and Yu Jian paused.
After a while, the two returned to the private room first.
“Yu Sheng, when you asked about the half-mermaid before, was it because you suspected Lu Yun?” Yu Jian asked.
Yu Sheng gave Yu Jian a cold glance, “You knew all along.”
He even suspected that the one who orchestrated Lu Yun’s car accident was Yu Jian.
There were many things Yu Jian kept from him. Yu Jian’s approach to him might have been part of a scheme.
Yu Sheng wasn’t naïve. The mermaids like to avoid trouble, and Yu Jian wasn’t a person who acted out of goodwill, yet he was willing to approach him and handle some troublesome matters.
Now that he thought about it, he only felt that Yu Jian might be trying to gain something from him.
As for what it was, he really didn’t know.
Yu Jian nodded calmly, seemingly deliberating before saying, “I wanted to kill him because he’s investigating us.”
Most likely, Lu Yun had already discovered their identities.
“Do what you want, as long as you don’t hurt Tongtong,” Yu Sheng’s face showed no extra emotion.
He really had no interest in half-mermaids and the like.
Lu Yun left the restaurant first, and then Zheng Jun came to pick up Wan Tong and Yu Sheng.
“Are you going to marry Lu Yun?” Yu Sheng suddenly asked in the carriage.
Zheng Jun, who was driving, also turned his head in surprise when he heard this.
“I refused,” Wan Tong replied without even looking up, continuing to stare at her phone. Lu Yun was getting weirder and weirder, so she decided it was best not to provoke him.
Yu Sheng curled his lips, his eyes shimmering, “Hmph.”
Wan Tong glanced at him, unsure of what he was gloating about.
Only after watching the three of them leave did Yu Jian get into his own car.
He was not a patient person, but now the plot had taken a bizarre turn. It seemed like everyone in this world was revolving around Yue Wantong, including himself…
Last night, he had attacked Lu Yun, intending to kill him to avoid any interference, but Lu Yun had managed to escape.
Yu Sheng had even abandoned information about his parents to rush back to the scene.
Judging by Yu Sheng’s attitude towards him and the steadily decreasing favorability, Yu Sheng must have started to suspect him.
That night, while Wan Tong was handling documents in the study, Yu Sheng was behind her, occasionally glancing at the papers in her hands.
When she was about to sign a document, he suddenly reached out to stop her.
“What’s the matter?” Wan Tong turned to look at him.
“The geology of this land is poor; you can’t build high-rise buildings on it.”
Wan Tong was a bit taken aback by his words but quickly regained her composure. “You know about this?”
“Yes,” Yu Sheng nodded.
“You seem to know a lot.”
“…Not really.”
“Then I’ll leave these to you.”
“…”
In the end, Wan Tong treated Yu Sheng as free mental labor. She sat nearby, munching on grapes and occasionally sharing some relevant information with him.
After she had signed all the documents on the desk and reviewed them, she placed a plate full of grape skins to the side, stood up, and stretched. “A’Sheng, thanks for your hard work. Go get some sleep.”
Yu Sheng wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her onto the desk. He rubbed his chin against her cheek and asked, “Do you feel pressured?”
His voice, with its gravelly texture, seemed to imply something, and his deep, mesmerizing blue-black eyes resembled a swirling vortex.
Wan Tong’s heart suddenly raced, as if she had encountered a delicious treat. Her whole body tingled with excitement, but she reminded herself to abstain from indulgence.
So she pushed away his handsome, chiseled face, wriggled out of his embrace, and hopped to the side. “You’ve handled everything for me, what pressure could I have?”
With that, she bounced out of the room.
Yu Sheng glanced at the documents on the desk, his tongue lightly sweeping across his palate. His shimmering gaze darkened slightly. So that’s how it is… what a pity…
After taking a few steps, Wan Tong suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at him meaningfully. “A’Sheng, I heard that mermaids are the rulers of the sea?”
It was something said in the plot, after all.
In the plot, the boss is always obsessed with various seafood. He can always get all sorts of rare and delicious seafood. Everyone thinks he would turn this into his own business, but he prefers to… eat it alone.
No matter how high a price others offer, he just won’t sell.
Thinking about how Yu Sheng has been unable to resist seafood lately, Wan Tong finds it amusing.
Yu Sheng’s eyes seem to see through Wan Tong’s thoughts, “What do you want?”
“The caviar we had last time was pretty good. Can you get some more?”
Yu Sheng thought for a moment, “Just caviar?”
The restaurant’s losses are a problem she urgently needs to address.
Moreover, since the restaurant’s positioning is quite high-end, she needs some gimmicks to bring the VIPs back.
Wan Tong narrowed her eyes slightly and spoke eagerly, “Can you get anything else?”
Yu Sheng’s eyelashes lowered lightly, his gaze falling on her face, his thin, rosy lips curving into a teasing smile, “Tongtong, are you feeling pressured now?”
Wan Tong : “…” Is this joke never going to end?
She twitched the corner of her mouth, “…Not really.”
Even if she was pressured, she couldn’t admit it!
Yu Sheng blinked his eyes, his dense lashes casting shadows on his face like a fan, hiding the softness in his eyes.
He let out a hum from his nose, carrying a hint of threat, “Hmm?”
Wan Tong was silent for a few seconds, then changed her answer, “Yes.”
Yu Sheng gently touched her cheeks with both hands, his eyes dark and his voice seductive, “Good girl, I can help you relieve your stress.”
“…” In Wan Tong’s opinion, this is like the chef giving a gentle massage before serving sashimi.
Yu Sheng lowered his head and kissed Wan Tong’s lips. The next second, he picked her up. He was about to go back to the room but glanced at the desk and suddenly turned back.
Wan Tong : ???
She was placed back on the desk, and the stack of documents behind her was pushed aside by his long arm, so she could sit more comfortably.
“Here?” She widened her eyes.
“Not good?”
“…” With her clothes off, could she still say no?
Clearly, she spent the money, but she was the one suffering—why was she putting herself through this?
Although, she did quite enjoy it.
It was unclear when, but Wan Tong finally felt herself leaning against the bed and drifted off to sleep.
Before turning off the lights, Yu Sheng scanned the room and the walk-in closet.
Someone had been in, searching through things.
He pulled out a drawer from the dressing table and scanned its contents, his memory instantly recalling the original placement of all the jewelry.
It was just messy, nothing missing.