Chapter 155: Left Hand

Chapter 155: Chapter 155: Left Hand

The morning sun sprinkled into the quaint guest room of the Mu Se Mountain Villa. On the palm-carved palm bed with its thin cotton quilt, Monique lay on a soft white pillow, sleeping soundly, her breathing steady and faint.

Her delicate features, illuminated by the gentle light, appeared exceptionally beautiful and full of graceful curves, like a sleeping court concubine, exuding a lazy and charming aura.

At this moment, the door suddenly opened slowly. Yang Chen, now dressed in a black suit with a dark red tie, carried a steaming plate of breakfast and walked in. He placed the bowl of congee and several exquisite dishes on the bedside cabinet, then stood up and looked down at the still-closed-eyed woman, smiling helplessly.

"Hey, we have important matters to discuss today. Don't you plan on getting up?"

Monique's long, fluttering eyelashes trembled slightly, her face turning red. Unable to withstand Yang Chen's direct gaze any longer, she opened her eyes and silently sat up from the bed.

"Do you know I woke up early?" Yang Chen teased.

"When you entered, your body trembled slightly. Your acting skills aren't good enough," he mocked.

"I'm sorry," Monique murmured, her eyelashes drooping as she couldn't find any words.

Yang Chen shrugged indifferently. "No need to apologize. Anyone would be frightened seeing what happened last night. If you felt nothing, I would start suspecting you're a female demon or a serial killer."

"How did things end up last night?" Monique asked softly.

After witnessing Yang Chen's act of killing, Monique had fainted. She didn't even know how she returned to the villa. Waking up this morning, she had been in a state of panic. Besides the fatal mysterious allure that the man possessed, he also made her feel afraid. So when Yang Chen entered, she didn't dare to open her eyes immediately.

Yang Chen pulled up a chair and sat down, crossing his legs. He explained, "After negotiating with Li Muhua, he agreed to exchange forty percent of Muyun's profits for his life in this cooperation. That means, including our original twenty-five percent, Yulei will receive sixty-five percent of the cooperation's profits."

"What?" Monique exclaimed in surprise, raising her head. Her pretty face was filled with disbelief. "Sixty-five percent? That's... that's an incredible amount!"

She knew the economic benefits that this cooperation could generate. If it were true, Yulei's future development would be unprecedentedly powerful!

"Isn't it good? At least Li's second son gets to keep his life," Yang Chen said with a smile.

Mo Qianyi looked at Yang Chen complexly. This man always did things that made people tremble. Finally, as if summoning the courage, she asked, "What about the others?"

"You mean those two bodyguards?" Yang Chen replied casually. "They're dead. Their presence was only a hindrance, and Li Muhua shot them himself. The conclusion given to the police yesterday was that Li Mucheng was the mastermind, and Li Muhua acted in self-defense, ultimately killing them. A good portion of the salary Hong Kong police receive each year comes from the Li family, so these things are just a formality. As for us, we've never appeared, so you can rest assured."

Mo Qianyi fell silent for a moment, then worriedly asked, "You're so ruthless towards Li Muhua, aren't you afraid he might retaliate?"

Yang Chen chuckled lightly. "I have confidence in myself, and I also have confidence in Li Muhua's rationality. He should be well aware of the consequences of retaliation. He can't beat me, so he will definitely choose to cut his losses."

Mo Qianyi forced a smile. "You always exude blind confidence, yet somehow you're always right."

"Why?" Yang Chen disregarded the woman's joke and asked directly.

Mo Qianyi smiled tranquilly, leaning in with her soft body, and reached out to caress Yang Chen's face, her beautiful eyes filled with tenderness.

"I like you, Yang Chen. Although I'm not sure since when it started, our time together has been short, but I just like you. Even though you always make me angry, even though you always act indifferent towards me, even though you're always flirtatious, even though you're my sister's husband, I still like you. I don't care who you were in the past, I don't care what status you have now, and I care even less about what you will be in the future. All I want to say is that I like a man named Yang Chen. He helps me out of trouble when I'm helpless, he chats with me when I'm lonely, and he protects me from harm when I'm in danger. What I like is the owner of this hand, it's you."

Yang Chen didn't trust any sect, didn't worship any deity, but at this moment, if there really were a creator, he would want to thank them for creating women.

Women, what fascinating creatures they were.

He had thought that after seeing a glimpse of his true nature, this woman would never be intimate with him again, that she would gradually drift away from him, maybe even avoid him. Although his strong mind could disregard these, a drop of water could wear away a stone, and pain could still erode his weary soul.

But the result was unexpected.

Yang Chen lowered his head, blinked, and when he looked up again, he wore a sunny smile. "Xiao Qianqian, I've decided to call you that from now on."

After Mo Qianyi confessed, as if the whole person had exhausted herself, she heard this nickname, spat out disdainfully, and threw a flirtatious glance at him. "So cheesy!" But in her heart, it was warm and sweet.

"What's this? Let me give you some more cheesiness!"

Yang Chen smirked and suddenly reached out to embrace Mo Qianyi's soft body, pulling her tightly into his arms, and kissed her deeply, leaving her no chance to react.

"Mmm!"

Mo Qianyi was taken aback and couldn't react in time.

After a long time, Yang Chen reluctantly released the woman.

At this moment, Mo Qianyi's cheeks were rosy, her breath ragged, and her pair of watery eyes, like enticing abysses, made it difficult for anyone to resist.

Seeing the woman in his arms looking so tempting, there was also a fiery passion churning in Yang Chen's core, but knowing it wasn't the right time, he had to struggle to suppress his desires.

"Xiao Qianqian, you wouldn't want me to push you down right now, would you?"

Mo Qianyi only then somewhat snapped out of it, panic flashing in her eyes. She immediately wriggled out of Yang Chen's embrace, covering her shy face, and hurriedly dashed to the bathroom, her fair and delicate feet bare.

Soon enough, the sound of running water filled the bathroom, indicating that Mo Qianyi had finally remembered that today was the formal day for business negotiations, and she was busy preparing herself by taking a bath and dressing up.

Yang Chen comfortably leaned back in his chair, turned his head, and gazed at the enchanting morning scenery outside the French windows, smiling contentedly.