Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

He wasn't naive enough to think he had such great charm that he could make this young, powerful businesswoman, who was already in charge of a region and whose skills were undoubtedly remarkable, fall in love with him after only two meetings and abandon her business to "talk about love".

Unsolicited kindness is always suspicious, especially from Japanese soldiers; a woman like that is even less likely to have good intentions.

His face showed no sign of unease; instead, he wore an expression of utmost honor, his tone gentle and enthusiastic.

"It is my honor that Miss Meichuan is so interested in Chinese culture. I would be even more pleased to be Miss Meichuan's tour guide. However... I am not good with words and do not know much about history. I am afraid that I will not explain well and spoil Miss Meichuan's fun."

The woman covered her mouth and giggled, her breasts trembling slightly, outlining breathtaking curves.

Judging by appearances... it's probably reached an astonishing F.

"Mr. Zhong, you can go yourself!" Her voice carried a hint of coquettish reproach.

Faced with such a "warm" invitation, and such a charming and beautiful woman, there seemed to be no reason to refuse. Zhong Yuemin shrugged and prepared to go to the side to drive.

"Mr. Zhong,"

Umekawa Naiyi called him back again.

"I see there are quite a few bicycles around here in Beijing. The weather is so nice today, sunny and bright. How about we ride bicycles too? We can go for a ride through the nearby parks, alleys, and city gates, and experience the lively atmosphere of Beijing. What do you think?"

“It works,” Zhong Yuemin stroked his chin, “but the problem is I didn’t ride my bike here…”

"Here it is! Here it is!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Cao Gang, Qian Zhimin, and Li Jun, who had been lurking nearby watching the commotion, suddenly appeared. Cao Gang, pushing his Flying Pigeon bicycle, jogged over, his face beaming with a knowing smile.

"Mr. Zhong, ride mine. It's a Flying Pigeon brand, top-notch quality, and easy to ride!" Without waiting for a reply, he shoved the handlebars into Zhong Yuemin's hands.

As he leaned closer, he lowered his voice and added with a wink:

"Seize the opportunity, Yuemin!"

After saying that, he turned around and tried to slip away.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Zhong Yuemin called out to him impatiently, "Bring another one..."

"No need, Mr. Zhong."

Umekawa Nei called out to stop them.

"I...I can't ride a bicycle, how about...you give me a ride?"

Zhong Yuemin touched his nose, thinking to himself, "Why are you wandering around if you can't even ride a bicycle?"

This woman... could she really be here with the intention of seducing someone?

Without thinking too much, since the other party had already "taken the initiative to throw themselves into my arms," ​​if I were to be hesitant and timid, wouldn't that be a disgrace to Chinese men?

When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it. What's there for a man to be afraid of?

He nimbly straddled the bicycle, steadying himself with both feet, patted the back seat, and gestured for someone else to get on.

Mei Chuan smiled gently, turned and sat on the back seat. Her right hand naturally wrapped around Zhong Yuemin's waist, and she leaned forward slightly. They weren't close, but she could still feel the soft warmth of his touch.

"Mr. Zhong, I'm all better now."

A voice sounded behind my ear, carrying a warm breath.

"You may move."

Zhong Yuemin didn't say anything more. He pushed off hard with his foot, and the bicycle glided forward smoothly, quickly leaving the factory compound.

The woman was neither short nor heavy, and it was easy and pleasant to carry her through the streets and alleys of the capital.

Cycling along Chang'an Avenue, passing the solemn and majestic Tiananmen Square, then turning into the hutongs along Shichahai Lake, I saw the gray bricks and black tiles, and the vermilion gates bearing the marks of history. Finally, I climbed the ancient city gate tower and overlooked the veins of this ancient capital.

Before we knew it, it was already noon.

Zhong Yuemin led his group directly to his own restaurant, to a private room on the second floor. The room was elegant and serene. He took the menu, ordered several signature dishes, and then handed it to the waiter beside him.

"This is enough for now, we'll ask for more if it's not enough."

"Okay, boss." The waiter respectfully took the menu and left the private room.

The two sat facing each other, drinking tea and waiting for the dishes to be served.

Zhong Yuemin picked up his teacup, took a sip, and asked casually, "Miss Meichuan, is this really your first time in China?"

"Hmm?" Mei Chuan Nei looked up at him, a smile playing on her lips. "Why do you ask that?"

"Nothing, I'm just a little curious."

Zhong Yuemin put down his teacup, his gaze falling on the woman's charming face.

“If you didn’t say you were Japanese, just based on your fluent Beijing accent and your knowledge of the city’s famous historical sites and alleyways… you’d be no different from a native Beijinger.”

Upon hearing this, Umekawa Neiyi chuckled softly.

"Actually... my mother is from Beijing. In a way, I am half Chinese. The Chinese language, as well as Chinese history and customs, were all taught to me by my mother little by little when I was a child."

"I see." Zhong Yuemin suddenly realized, and the doubt in his heart was also resolved.

The two chatted for a few more minutes, and soon all the dishes were served.

"Try it," Zhong Yuemin gestured. "These are all local specialties, and the taste is no worse than those in big hotels."

Mei Chuan Nei tried a little of everything, savored it carefully, nodded in satisfaction, put down her chopsticks, and casually picked up the item:

"Mr. Zhong, your businesses... are truly diverse. This restaurant must also be yours, right?"

Zhong Yuemin nodded, not denying it:

"Working with friends is a small-scale operation, nothing compared to the strong foundation of the Mei Chuan family in the machinery industry."

Upon hearing this, a faint, slightly melancholic look appeared on Mei Chuan Neiyi's delicate face, as if she were somewhat unhappy.

"Mr. Zhong,"

She looked at Zhong Yuemin, her tone carrying a hint of reproach.

"Do you really have to be so...aloof?"

"What do you mean by that?" Zhong Yuemin raised an eyebrow.

"Based on my understanding of the businesses under your umbrella, Mr. Zhong,"

Umekawa Nei counted on her fingers, as if reciting a familiar story.

"Currently, your company's presence in mainland China can be described as widespread. For example, Jianlibao Beverage Company and Yuelong Apparel Company are already leaders in their respective industries. You have also quietly ventured into the real estate sector, and there's also the restaurant and catering industry..."

He paused for a moment,

His gaze became more profound:

"Not to mention their vast business empire on Hong Kong Island, whose scale and influence are comparable to the four traditional Hong Kong families, and in the Japanese market..."

"With a single move, they're betting billions of dollars. I think, not only in China, but also across Asia and even the world, there are probably very few companies that have the guts and the courage to make such a huge bet."

She leaned forward slightly, her breasts resting on the edge of the table, looking into the eyes of the man in front of her:

"If you consider this a 'minor stunt'... then wouldn't Meichuan Machinery be disqualified from even being on the table?"