ligence!" Lin Meng squatted down and gently pinched the little guy's face.The little guy wiped his face with his hand, looking at Lin Meng in confusion. Lin Meng squeezed toothpaste and started brushi...The next day, Miao Qing reported to Rong Ling that Lin Meng had received 999 crimson roses today. This immediately darkened Rong Ling's face. The meaning behind this number of roses was self-evident; someone was courting disaster by flirting with danger under his nose. Miao Qing added that Lin Meng was very happy and cheerfully found some vases to water the roses separately. Moreover, she hummed a little tune and sang.

That looks very beautiful!

This made Rong Ling's heart how to feel good!

Rong Ling asked who sent the flowers, secretly harboring the intention to kill whoever it was. To dare to scheme against him when he was unsuspecting, to betray him and steal his affections – was simply courting death. However, Miao Qing's reply was that she didn't know who had sent the flowers to Lin Meng. The small card accompanying the flowers only stated: "Secret admirer watching over you!"

“Go check it out!” Rong Ling said coldly, looking quite displeased. He also scolded Miao Qing. “This is a critical time, and some gifts from strangers don't need to be given to Mengmeng specifically. Just throw them away directly to avoid any irreversible consequences!”

There's certainly suspicion of favoritism here. But it's just flowers, and they weren't sent without inspection. What danger could there be Besides, Miao Qing is so smart; she wouldn't expose her boss's true intentions.

Let her check, shall we Fine, let her check.

At the most opportune time, she also reported to Rong Ling, probably knowing who the flower sender was because Lin Meng had already dressed up beautifully to go on a date!

"Didn't I tell her not to go out casually!" He almost roared on the other end, his voice icy and carrying a dark fury.

But what use was it for him to get angry at Miao Qing His legs were on Lin Meng's body, wherever she wanted to go, Miao Qing could only accompany her and couldn't stop her. Rong Ling knew sullenly that he couldn't call Lin Meng yet, asking her not to attend the damn date, because if he did, it would mean he had secretly sent someone to watch her. Once that woman found out, she'd probably go ballistic.

At this time, he didn't know he had underestimated Lin Meng. She had long known what kind of person Miao Qing, whom he had placed by her side, was.

So, men in love always tend to be a little dumber than usual, sometimes even more than just a little. Rong Ling planned how he would coincidentally run into Lin Meng and then take her back directly, but unbeknownst to him, Lin Meng was waiting for him!

In the romantic French restaurant, accompanied by the melodious sound of a piano, under dimly lit and subtly ambiguous lights, a man in a white shirt and black pants, like a dazzling spotlight, forcefully shot into everyone's pupils, causing a momentary blinding effect. The man exuded an air of cold nobility, his narrowed eyes shooting out beams that caused shivers down everyone's spines, followed by either astonishment or a fluttering heart, love and admiration welling up.

"Here..."hidden behind a small potted plant, Lin Meng was just chatting with Feng Tan. As soon as she received Miao Qing's call reminder, she immediately changed her words, smiled sweetly, and stretched out her slender and tender hand, which was grasped by the long-awaited Feng Tan.

Feng caressed Lin Meng's hand, kneading it teasingly with his fingers. A libertine smile played at the corners of his lips, and his peach blossom eyes sparkled mischievously.

"Mengmeng, think it over carefully. Come with me!"

"Go to hell!" Lin Meng said with a sneer, smiling back. "Don't try that flirtation routine on me."

"I'm not kidding around, I'm being serious. Come on, call me brother, and I'll take care of you for life!"

"Don't even bother, I have plenty of people who care for me! You aren't getting any favors from me!"

Feng Tan's eyes curved into a smile, his gaze flickering with warmth as he looked at Lin Meng. He grasped her small hand in his large one and slowly traced it upwards with his thumb.

"Mumu, you're too cruel! My heart is broken!"

He put on a look that was both genuine and feigned, causing Lin Meng's face to flush slightly. This man was handsome to begin with, and now with this expression, it was quite embarrassing. All she could do was think in her heart, "As expected of someone from an entertainment company, he truly knows how to act."

Instinctively, she hurt him. "Hearts are so easily wounded; then everyone should just give up on living!"

"You're not even a little bit cute," Feng Tan complained. "I'm helping you right now, flirting with you. You should cooperate with me. Otherwise, if you put on such a show today, it would be for nothing."

Lin Meng slightly lowered her face, then kept that pose, and lifted her eyes again. She blinked at Feng Tan, looking shy and timid.

"Like this"

He felt more than just a gaze; it was tangible, like blades stabbing into him. He estimated that Rong Ling was about to go insane. Of course, he wouldn't honestly tell Lin Meng all this, so he mercilessly struck her back.

"You still have to try harder, this level is too elementary!"

She licked her lips, imagining the feeling of lying in Rong Ling's arms before, and suddenly her face flushed red, her eyes also becoming misty.

That should work, right

Looking up, she met his gaze, trying her best to hold onto the emotions in her eyes. She saw this man before her and imagined him as Rong Ling.

It was because she was deliberately imagining, deliberately blurring the image of this person before her, that in an instant, her eyes became hazy, as if covered by a layer of mist. Her pupils, shining with love, were like stars peeking out from the fog, possessing a captivating allure that took your breath away.

Her cheeks were the color of a ripe peach, with a faint hint of fragrance; her lips, just kissed, were glistening and moist, as if she had been cherished. Her overall appearance was that of pure beauty, untouched and refined. But at this moment, fueled by the love in her heart, she radiated an irresistible charm. Feng Tan gasped, his whole body tensed, feeling like his very soul was being pulled away from him by this woman. The playful twinkle in her peach blossom eyes vanished, replaced by a profound depth as she stared at him.

He gripped her small hand, what had been an ambiguous squeeze now became uncontrolled, tightening his hold with force.

There's a surge of heat in my heart, roaring --

Get her!

The intensity of this heat was so overwhelming, it brought him pain!

Slowly, he leaned forward slightly, his handsome face coming closer. His eyes grew darker and blacker than night.

"Mengmeng, come closer and let me see your face…"

He was like a demon, whispering deceitfully.

She was stunned for a moment, the mist of emotion in her eyes dissipated slightly, and she realized that Feng Tan seemed a little strange, giving her an urge to stop. But then she thought, deliberately angering Rong Ling was what she and Feng Tan had agreed on. Feng Tan made her lean closer, he must want to kiss her.

Where the corner of her eye fell, there was already the figure of a tall and imposing man. She must have made up her mind, and leaned her face closer.

"Dreamy!"

A sharp shout, in a French restaurant that prized quiet elegance, immediately drew everyone's attention. Lin Meng, pretending to be surprised, turned her head instantly when she was called out like this. But she felt a cloud of darkness descending upon her, and then something soft brushed lightly against her lips.

She was startled, then immediately turned her head back, looking at Feng Tan with astonishment, her eyes wide open.

Feng talked and laughed as if he were a cat who had stolen fish, but his tone was innocent.

"I didn't mean to! You suddenly turned your face, so I just..."

Those peach blossom eyes, sparkling and full of charm, pushed the ambiguity to a new high.

She immediately felt a jolt of numbness on her scalp. This result was clearly beyond her expectations. She had thought at most that Feng Tan would just kiss her cheek, but now he kissed her lips!

A tightness spread across her temples, and she felt that things were getting out of hand. Her mind suddenly became a mess, and she was also a little scared. Because without even looking at the man, she could tell what kind of expression he had on his face – it must be gloomy and murderous!

Rong Ling strode over and unceremoniously pulled her up, his eyes glaring down at her with severity. She pursed her lips, wanting to explain something, but when their eyes met, she suddenly felt it didn't matter. So she narrowed her eyes and stared back at him, cold and hard.

He furrowed his brows deeply, and she immediately frowned and turned her face away. The curve of her delicate features was icy cold, as if painted on, radiating a clear and firm rejection.

He frowned again, shifting his gaze, picked up the red wine from her side, then grabbed a napkin, dampened it with the wine, and used his long fingers to hold the wet napkin, wiping it heavily across her small mouth.

She looked at him with a cold gaze, a silent standoff. He gritted his teeth, his face grim, the force of his grip unusually heavy. A trace of red wine, because of gravity, flowed down her fair chin during the rubbing of her crimson lips, slowly.

She reached out and grabbed his arm, signaling enough! She understood what he was thinking – he just wanted to wipe away the mark on her lips. But even though Li Lanqiu had hugged, held, and kissed him, she hadn't really made a fuss!

He didn't soften his gaze, and continued to wipe her small mouth harshly before tossing the napkin aside. He lowered his head and fiercely captured her lips, sucking them hard with a force that seemed to want to leave its mark on them, claiming them as his own and forbidding anyone else from crossing this line!

She reached out and pushed him hard, expressing her displeasure.

As she wished, he let her go, but coldly ordered his men.

"Go for her!"

Then she turned to look at Feng Tan.

"Let's go outside and talk!"

Let's chat!

That fierce look with murderous intent isn't just about "talking it over"!

Feng Tan, who had been prepared for this moment, slowly stood up. His tall figure was unyielding, and there was a tenacity in him like that of bamboo. Moreover, seeing Rong Ling so naturally express his possessiveness over Lin Meng and kissing him so wantonly, Feng Tan's heart felt very resentful. He knew Lin Meng, wasn't he too late! Why should Rong Ling get first place! And why, after Rong Ling got this woman, did he hold onto her left and right Why not just let her go!

He's being treated like a king, it's so infuriating!

Rong Ling led the way, Feng Tan trailing behind. The palpable tension was evident to everyone. Lin Meng had no choice but to follow behind, for Rong Ling's men flanked her on either side, leaving her with no option but to proceed.

Rong Ling directly led Feng Tan to the underground parking lot. There were fewer people there, so if they fought, it would avoid a lot of unnecessary prying eyes and trouble.

"Ah-Tan, you go back first!"

Lin Meng finally spoke, "Next comes the matter between her and Rong Ling. There's no need to drag Feng Tan into it anymore."

"Rong Ling, you send me back to the Ruan family."

Ke Rongling directly flung the suit jacket hanging from his arm to the ground, his gaze fixed intently on Feng Tan.

"Come on!"

The meaning implied there is clear to all!

Feng Tan tensed up, watching Rong Ling with vigilance. His hands, resting by his side, clenched into fists. Rong Ling strode towards Feng Tan, appearing without the slightest bit of caution or defense, as if he didn't regard him at all. Lin Meng knew his abilities; if Feng Tan truly fought him, he would definitely be at a disadvantage. She had already taken advantage of Feng Tan, how could she let him suffer another beating

"Rong Ling, let's go!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Rong Ling's tall figure exploded like a cheetah and instantly pounced on Feng Tan. His agile form felt like a hurricane, leaving everyone stunned and breathless. Lin Meng couldn't help but shout aloud.

"Rong Ling, don't do this!"

In the blink of an eye, Rong Ling's iron fist struck Feng Tan's abdomen. In front of Rong Ling, Feng Tan was as soft and weak as a rabbit, his attack power pitiful. He truly suffered Rong Ling's punch. Feng Tan inwardly cursed, secretly hating himself for being naive when he was younger and not thinking about finding a master to learn martial arts. Now that others were serious, he was at a disadvantage. However, this person also had brains. Knowing that there was no chance of winning against Rong Ling, he traded his own harm for a counterattack. That is, Rong Ling hit him, he suffered, and at the same time, he extended his fist and punched Rong Ling back. Although Rong Ling was agile and dodged, preventing the punch from hitting his face, it still landed on his shoulder. This punch, while insignificant to Rong Ling, gave the appearance that he wasn't losing too miserably.

"Rong Ling, that's enough!" Lin Meng was a little annoyed.

"If you're going to hit someone, hit me! Let him go!"

Rong Ling, however, was not polite at all. He gave Feng Tan another punch, this time landing squarely on his lip, causing blood to spill from the corner of his mouth. He then grabbed Feng Tan's collar and forcefully shoved him onto the hood of a car parked nearby. His arm pressed hard against Feng Tan's neck, suffocating him, making his face flush red and his ears burn. A leg followed suit, threateningly wedged against him. His eyes were cold and menacing, giving off an intimidating aura that made one feel as if their heart would leap out of their chest.

"I know about the little pranks you and Mengmeng play. She's young and doesn't understand, she loves to cause trouble and throw tantrums. Feng Tan, how old are you Why do you follow her lead and make a fuss!"

His words immediately put Feng Tan on the defensive, leaving him humiliated. Feng had been so confident, thinking he had everything under control and would easily embarrass Rong Ling, but Rong Ling saw right through him, finding his behavior childish and immature!

Damn it!

He was actually asked how old he was!

This condescending tone, no matter how you listen to it, is just infuriating! Can this man please stop with the incredible insight and the self-righteous attitude!

Feng Tan felt deeply insulted, but strangely, when compared by this man, he found himself oddly agreeing with the man's point!

"That punch to your stomach just now was a lesson. If I didn't know Mengmeng was just playing around with you, it wouldn't have been just one punch that simple. This punch to the face is cheap for you. Don't take advantage of her being young and not thinking things through. She has me to rely on, so if you dare to be unruly again, I'll kill you. Also, don't mess around with her anymore, it really annoys me!"

He pressed down heavily on his neck with his arm, causing him to grimace slightly and his eyes to roll back. Only then did Rong Ling abruptly retract his hand. Turning his head to look at Lin Meng, he let out a cold and sharp roar.

"Come with me!"

He looked like he was about to teach her a lesson.

Lin Meng was already depressed. She resented this man's self-importance, his obliviousness, and his unwavering confidence that no matter how she acted, he would just think she was joking around. She felt like in front of him, she couldn't hide anything. Even when she tried to put on a show, he saw right through it without mercy. But since he understood her so well, why did he let her suffer like this Why did he let Li Lanqiu get the upper hand Why did he force her out of her home Why was she the one who left the Ruan family while he stayed home with Li Lanqiu, living comfortably

The more he realized, the sadder it made her feel. The hurt built on his knowing everything was the most painful of all.

Standing there, she didn't move, her initial taut coldness shifting into a resentment-tinged chill.

"Here!" He raised his sword brows impatiently. His gloomy eyes were even more frightening.

Her heart ached, she blinked sharply, her lips tightened in coldness, and she turned away.

She really turned the tables on him!

Even though things are like this, this woman is actually still quarreling with him!

Rong Ling's anger surged, and he strode forward, scooping her up by the waist and hoisting her onto his shoulder. She naturally struggled, but he waved his hand dismissively and slapped her buttocks with a resounding palm. This action in public made her face flush instantly, her heart filled with fury towards him, gritting her teeth so hard she wanted to chew on them. However, she couldn't move even an inch, afraid that the man would hit her again.

She still has some shame left!

She stopped struggling, and he changed his hold, pulling her into a hug like she was a child. She had been taken down a peg and was now well-behaved, with both hands around his neck and her face buried in his shoulder, playing dead. No more fussing or fighting for now; they'd settle it later on the car ride. Once inside, they were family, no one was afraid of the other putting on a show! They would have their showdown then, bite him back to his core!

When passing by Feng Tan, Rong Ling gave him a cold glance. His lonely and arrogant gaze made Feng Tan lower his eyes in shame!

He knew he was at most a bit player, someone who could come on stage and make a fuss when needed, while the other party was the real star!

About love, about atmosphere!

And watching the two people embrace, he could only feel a pang of sadness in his heart, because this was all -- just "helping".

And yet, he was willing!be the one everyone talks about! You see, I'm young and strong, while you—"Fang Qi's words left it hanging, but everyone present understood what he meant: Rong Sanbo was old and frail. He had won the...