Chapter 2: Never Lose Your Momentum or Face

Song Huanyan looked at Yun Jianchen and said, "Yun Zuoyi... a half-brother from the same father."

As soon as Yun Zuoyi was mentioned, Song Huanyan's head throbbed even more, and her heart ached too.

Yun Jianchen looked at the woman in front of him. She was drunk, unsteady on her feet, with one hand resting on his chest for support. The strong scent of alcohol wafted from her, her eyes were hazy with intoxication, and her cheeks flushed red—she was clearly drunk.

Song Huanyan.

He recognized her, the fiancée of his half-brother Yun Zuoyi from the same father. The young miss of the Song Family.

Song Huanyan looked at Yun Jianchen and suddenly laughed.

Yun Jianchen watched Song Huanyan... Song Huanyan was very beautiful, the kind that made ninety-nine out of a hundred people look back when she passed by. The one who wouldn't was probably blind.

She was drunk, her cheeks red, her eyes unfocused, smiling at him... In current internet slang, 'moe'.

Song Huanyan turned back to a group of friends and said, "That old bastard Yun Zuoyi slept with my cousin sister! An old cow eating tender grass, making me lose face both publicly and privately... I can't swallow this humiliation! I have to get back what I lost. Don't you think so... He slept with my sister, so I'll sleep with his brother! Let that old cow eat my family's tender grass... I'll have their tender grass too. What's this called? It's called 'a debt paid in flesh'!"

"Yes!"

"Right, get back your social standing and face. We might lose anything, but we can't lose our dignity and presence."

"Huanyan, well done."

Song Huanyan's friends were also drunk, goading her on senselessly!

Song Huanyan turned back around and suddenly grabbed Yun Jianchen's tie, pressed her body against his, and looked up at him with half-closed, seductive eyes. "Little brother Jianchen... come with sister."

Yun Jianchen's gaze darkened as he looked at Song Huanyan... She was very close, the scent of her perfume mixed with the smell of alcohol, challenging his hormones.

Song Huanyan, gripping Yun Jianchen's tie, stumbled forward, mumbling as she went, "Don't worry... Sister will be very gentle... don't be afraid..."

Yun Jianchen followed Song Huanyan's steps with steady strides.

"Where are they going?" Qiao Chuchu asked.

"Dinner, maybe? Didn't she say something about tender grass?" someone murmured.

"Has Song Huanyan turned vegetarian?"

...

The club had rooms available, but only for VIP members.

Song Huanyan was a member of the club; she dragged Yun Jianchen by his tie... stumbling into the elevator.

Yun Jianchen pressed the elevator button, and the elevator doors slowly closed.

Song Huanyan leaned against the elevator wall, still gripping Yun Jianchen's tie tightly, smiling shallowly at him.

Yun Jianchen's expression remained cold.

Song Huanyan, holding onto Yun Jianchen's tie, suddenly pulled hard.

Yun Jianchen, unprepared, lunged uncontrollably towards her. Just as he was about to collide with her, Yun Jianchen stretched out a hand to brace himself against the elevator wall, looking down at Song Huanyan.

At that moment, they were extremely close. So close that when he looked down, his lips brushed past her smooth forehead.

Her forehead felt warm and soft.

Song Huanyan felt a coolness on her forehead and looked up, her nose bumping into his chin. She furrowed her brow and pushed Yun Jianchen forcefully.

Yun Jianchen stepped back a few paces.

But Song Huanyan suddenly grabbed Yun Jianchen's tie again and pulled him closer by a few steps, "You can't leave... you have to pay your brother's flesh debt."

Yun Jianchen looked at Song Huanyan coldly.

The elevator 'dinged' and opened.

"We're here..." Song Huanyan said as she tugged Yun Jianchen's tie out of the elevator, heading towards the reception.