Pampered By My Fake Boyfriend's Brother
Chapter 253 Totem

Chapter 253: Chapter 253 Totem

Su Nan pinched his chin with one hand, silently observing everything, then glanced in the direction of Young Master Liu.

Young Master Liu understood and raised his voice, looking at Huang Yiyi, "Why don’t you let your friend sit down and chat with Young Master Meng?"

As Young Master Liu said this, he deliberately looked at Meng Sihan’s expression, and upon seeing that he did not object, he became slightly pleased.

Huang Yiyi turned her head, "Sister Ayun."

Zeng Yun caught Huang Yiyi’s eye and, after some internal struggle, slowly walked towards the "Young Master Meng" they mentioned.

The man in front of her exuded a serene and indifferent aura. Compared to Bao Cheng, his figure and features were impeccable, even more attractive than Bao Cheng.

Zeng Yun felt that Bao Cheng was no match for this man.

"Young Master Meng!" Zeng Yun mimicked others and called out.

Her voice trembled slightly, perhaps due to the man’s overwhelming presence.

"What’s that on your neck?" Meng Sihan tilted his head, his pupils landing on the woman’s smooth neck.

Zeng Yun was momentarily stunned, then belatedly reached out to touch the spot at her collarbone. Feeling the cold touch, she stammered, "Just an accessory."

As she said this, she actually felt a bit guilty, as the origin of this item was not something to be seen in the light.

"Take it off, let me see." Meng Sihan’s voice was cold.

Zeng Yun lifted her body, reached behind her neck, and slowly undid the hidden clasp of the red string. Holding the jade in her hand, she extended it towards the man, "Young Master Meng, have a look."

Meng Sihan picked up the red string with two fingers until Zeng Yun’s palm was empty. His actions were very cautious, as if reluctant to touch her, which made Zeng Yun feel deeply humiliated.

However, she did not know his exact identity. Despite feeling distressed, she could only endure.

The lighting in the private room was dim, giving a sense of illusory beauty.

In the vague darkness, Meng Sihan’s thumb softly touched the dark emerald jade. The totem on it was vivid and lively. Others might not know, but as a member of the Meng Family, he understood the meaning of the totem better than anyone else.

"Is this yours?" Meng Sihan asked seemingly casually.

Zeng Yun didn’t think much of it, assuming the man just found her accessory appealing, "Yes." Although she picked it up from Jiang Keke, no one knew at the moment.

"Your name?" Meng Sihan finally looked up, his gaze inquisitively falling on her.

Meeting the man’s gaze, Zeng Yun felt her heart race and avoided his eyes, a blush rising on her face, "Zeng Yun, like the cloud!"

"Surname Zeng?" Meng Sihan frowned, questioning.

"Yes." Zeng Yun nodded, feeling like he was dissatisfied with her surname, but she thought maybe she was overthinking it.

Meng Sihan did not speak again, only rubbing the jade in his hand as if pondering something.

Zeng Yun dared not make any reckless moves upon seeing this.

Beside her, Su Nan and Young Master Liu had already switched to chatting about other topics, seemingly uninterested in the situation with Meng Sihan. Yet, Su Nan’s peripheral vision caught all of Meng Sihan’s movements.

In dealings between businessmen, every move of the other party is crucial. Women to them are merely tools.

Beside her, Huang Yiyi stood apprehensively by Young Master Liu’s side. From start to finish, Young Master Liu did not let her sit down to rest, even though they were previously in the world’s closest relationship.

Time ticked by.

Approaching midnight, Meng Sihan glanced at Zeng Yun beside him, "The jade—hold it."

Zeng Yun extended her hand and took it.

"Where do you live? I’ll take you home," Meng Sihan said casually.

Zeng Yun looked at the man in shock. The man had been sitting silently beside her, his attitude towards her was cold, and now suddenly he wanted to take her home. Zeng Yun found it hard to understand this man.

"Since Young Master Meng is so kind, why not thank him," Young Master Liu chimed in hastily.

Zeng Yun looked over at Huang Yiyi, and seeing her poor expression, she retracted her gaze, "Thank you, Young Master Meng."

Meng Sihan did not reply, stood up, and was about to leave.

Su Nan, who had been leaning back on the sofa and pretending to nap, languidly stretched and said towards Meng Sihan, "Sorry for the poor hospitality, please forgive us, Young Master Meng!"

A dark light flickered across Meng Sihan’s eyes, then he left.

Zeng Yun quickly followed Meng Sihan.

Huang Yiyi watched her friend walk away, reached out to hold Young Master Liu’s sleeve, gently shook it, and said sweetly, "Brother Liu, I’m not feeling well, may I leave first?"

Young Master Liu turned around, surprised to find the woman beside him, and exclaimed, "You haven’t left?"

From his words, it was clear that the man had assumed she had left from the start.

Ridiculous, right?

Huang Yiyi’s heart felt desolate.

Perhaps realizing his words were too harsh, Young Master Liu chuckled, "You’re not feeling well, why are you still standing? Here, let me take you home." With that, he stood up, posing as a perfect gentleman, and embraced her with both hands.

Then he looked at the person on the sofa and said, "Brother Su, I’ll be taking my leave first."

Su Nan casually nodded, his eyes blankly staring at the colorful ceiling, lamenting in his mind: Life is so boring!

At this moment, Huang Yiyi felt like a soulless puppet, placed wherever others wanted. She had no freedom of choice.

***

With the weekend approaching, remembering the boastful promise to treat Bao Shaojin to a meal, An Yin’s heart was restless.

Tomorrow was Saturday.

After class, she went to the cafeteria for dinner, then headed to the dormitory.

Considering she’d be working at "Night Charm" later and would return very late, she needed to contact Bao Shaojin before work to arrange the time and place to meet the next day.

When she reached the contact list, she hesitated to make the call and ended up opening WeChat.

An Yin: [Are you free tomorrow?]

Although she had mentioned it before, she thought he might have forgotten due to his busy schedule, so she sent a tentative message.

After three seconds.

[Eleven in the morning, I’ll send someone to pick you up.]

The man’s message came, causing An Yin to feel a moment of panic.

Seeing his brief text, An Yin’s mind went blank for a moment.

So, he skipped over her question and stated his plan? This man was really domineering; she had clearly refused his offer last time.

After some thought, An Yin started to edit again.

An Yin: [Thank you for the offer, but there’s really no need to send someone. It’s easy for me to get a ride here.]