Chapter 142
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Chapter 142: The Uninvited Guest
When Li Mengyue arrived, Ye Xiao had only just gotten there a short while before.
Led by a server, the two of them were quickly brought to a room different from last time.
Once it was just the two of them, Ye Xiao began to seriously admire Li Mengyue’s appearance.
After all, it had been more than twenty days since they last saw each other, and she had missed her quite a bit.
Her looks were the same as always, but there was a new layer of emotion on Li Mengyue’s face that hadn’t been there before.
Maybe something had happened during this time that left her feeling defeated?
Ye Xiao couldn’t help thinking.
“Trashy sister, have some veggies—ahh~”
Li Mengyue’s body tensed. Sitting in her seat, she felt inexplicably nervous.
Gone was the confident, composed demeanor from the other day in the neighboring room, when she’d tried to enlist Ye Xiao’s help.
Even though, that day, she’d been in such a panic that she was grasping at straws.
But she had still seemed far more self-assured than she did now.
Upon seeing Ye Xiao again, the hunger signals that had gone silent for over twenty days suddenly reignited, flooding back all at once.
Her mood became restless, and her mind began to wander with all sorts of wild fantasies.
After all, wasn’t Ye Xiao the kind of person who loved doing strange things to beautiful older women?
If Li Mengyue didn’t think that female-female stem cell reproductive technology was still too immature—and if she didn’t find it a bit inappropriate—then in just this brief moment, she might’ve already decided what she and Ye Xiao’s future child would be named.
Today, Ye Xiao truly got to see another side of Li Mengyue—one completely different from the version of her she’d known before.
All in all, the tone of the meal was quite satisfying.
The two of them, who had started out sitting face to face, were now sitting shoulder to shoulder.
Ye Xiao had even started making some rather bold physical moves toward Li Mengyue.
Li Mengyue didn’t reject her. It was only to this extent, after all. If they weren’t in a dining room but a hotel suite instead, she might not have been able to restrain herself from pushing Ye Xiao down right then and there.
When Ye Xiao’s mischievous little hand breached the defensive line of Li Mengyue’s trousers—
She had intended to explore the secluded peach grove in depth, but her hand suddenly paused.
A peculiar sensation crept into her chest in an instant.
Ye Xiao shot a surprised glance at Li Mengyue, and upon receiving a definite confirmation from her, her hand grew even more unrestrained.
This small fry big sister was actually trying to seduce Ye Xiao with such a low-level trick.
“Trashy sister, did you really think a little silk down your pants would be enough to make me swoon, unable to extricate myself?”
Ye Xiao felt like this big sister’s little scheme had practically jumped up and slapped her in the face.
But hey—Mengyue-jie, you sure know how to read people!
This is exactly her thing.
The kid liked it. In the future, please continue with even more intensity.
She wasn’t like those other weird women—already on the bed and still making you open up the student information portal. The mood’s clearly set, and yet they had to ruin it with something as unsexy as checking academic credentials.
Of course, it totally wasn’t because Ye Xiao would instantly lose any advantage the moment her academic background came into question.
According to the “admiration of strength” rule among women, as someone who hadn’t even graduated college and had no plans for grad school, Ye Xiao was clearly fated to be the one on the bottom.
Academic qualifications were a straightforward metric of strength.
But Ye Xiao hated the feeling of being controlled by someone else. She preferred being in control—especially of beautiful older women—having them in the palm of her hand.
Being the one pinned down? No thank you!
That’s exactly why she didn’t much like perverse types like Lu Shiyu, who didn’t play by any normal rules.
Sure, she was pretty. And if you put her next to Lu Shiqing, they even had that alluring bonus of looking like sisters.
Unfortunately, that kid was a freak.
Ye Xiao just couldn’t accept it.
Inside the small private room, the atmosphere had moved well beyond mere flirtation. It galloped past dreamy and into outright sultry territory.
Just when their emotions peaked, and they were gazing into each other’s eyes, about to kiss—
The door to the room was suddenly pushed open.
Ye Xiao instantly sensed that the intruder was not here with good intentions. Definitely an uninvited guest.
The person who entered was the receptionist on duty at the club today. She looked like a 7.9 out of 10—not bad for an average girl, could be considered a bit of a cutie.
But Ye Xiao didn’t really go for the receptionist type, so she didn’t pay much attention.
Her gaze merely skimmed past the receptionist and locked onto the woman who walked in behind her.
This woman wore mink and carried an air of elegance, giving off an immediate impression of a wealthy, high-society matron.
Of course, elegance was just a bonus. The real point was that the woman’s base features weren’t bad either. If Ye Xiao had to rate her looks, she’d give her a solid 8.7.
Combined with that noblewoman aura that made people want to ruin her—made them want to pull the lofty matron off her pedestal and humiliate her at will—that brought her total allure close to a near-perfect 9.
This elegant-looking woman, of course, was Li Mengyue’s stepmother, Feng Yin.
Although Li Yansheng had never laid a hand on her and seemed to grant her all the freedom in the world, in truth, everything Feng Yin did was likely under his watchful eye.
If she ever lost her patience and sought out another man to ease her loneliness, it wouldn’t be long before she lost her position as a rich man’s wife.
Although she had a vague longing for that kind of pleasure, Feng Yin herself had a clear sense of priorities.
A lifetime of luxury versus a fleeting moment of passion—those two things simply weren’t comparable.
Besides, Feng Yin knew her own nature.
She had married an old man who could’ve been her father—for money.
If she started an affair, she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop herself.
Once there was a first time—and she liked it—there would be a second, a third, and then countless more.
Even if her disguise was flawless and she managed to fool Li Yansheng’s informants once or twice, Feng Yin understood that paper couldn’t wrap fire.
Plus, she was still original, and if she did cheat, there’d be no way to cover it up.
She might joke around with her socialite circle about introducing young lovers and such, but if something like that really happened to her—
Those so-called sisters would be the first ones to snitch to Li Yansheng.
The Lihua Group under the Li family, while not as powerful as the Gu or Lu families, was still one of the big three in Binhai.
No one would offend such a power just for a woman. On the contrary, if something this small could earn them a favor from Li Yansheng, no one would pass up the chance.
