On the day of his whirlwind wedding, the heir to a wealthy family stood up!

She threw herself into the man's arms, clutching his collar, "My head is so dizzy..."

Shen Yanchuan silently wrapped his long arm around her waist to prevent her from slipping down.

Su Chenxi raised her hazy eyes and boldly asked, "Your face is so handsome, can I touch it?"

After saying that, without waiting for the man's consent, she reached out and touched his face.

Seeing the woman acting out of drunkenness, Shen Yanchuan grabbed her unruly hand and asked, "Have you had enough?"

"Why are you being so fierce! I had a terrible day, can't you be a little gentler with me?" Su Chenxi complained, pouting her red lips.

Her flushed, delicate face and alluring, seductive eyes made her look like a bewitching enchantress.

Shen Yanchuan had only stared at her for a few seconds when he felt his blood boiling. He was no gentleman, and if this woman continued to provoke him, he would not be polite.

"Let go," he warned in a low voice, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"I won't let go... You can't take me..." Before Su Chenxi could finish speaking, the man pulled her into his arms, lowered his head, and sealed her disobedient little mouth with a kiss.

Su Chenxi opened her beautiful eyes slightly, and the domineering and intrusive breath from the man on her red lips left her powerless to resist.

The intense exploration on his lips, the tight grip of his large hands around her waist—it felt as if this man was about to meld her into his body.

Su Chenxi was panting, her drunkenness revealing a mixture of desire and confusion. She reached out and wrapped her arms around the man's waist, responding to his advances.

No man can resist a woman who takes the initiative to please him.

Even if this person is Shen Yanchuan.

Before anyone knew it, the two of them were lying on the bed. The man turned off all the lights in the room with his long arm. In the darkness, Su Chenxi was like a delicious meal, being devoured by the man, as if he would possess her at any moment.

In the darkness, a low curse was heard. The man released the girl who had slumped into a puddle in his arms and got up to walk towards the bathroom.

……

early morning.

Su Chenxi woke up.

She opened her eyes and immediately sat up, clutching her head and desperately trying to recall what she had seen. Some fragments of memory flashed through her mind.

It seems she kissed Shen Yanchuan, and it was a very intense and wild kiss.

Was she dreaming, or did it actually happen last night?

Su Chenxi patted her head, wondering why she couldn't remember.

Finally, she denied it.

Absolutely impossible. How could Shen Yanchuan kiss her? He has no interest in her.

It must have been a drunken, random dream, but why does my mouth feel a little swollen?

Is she allergic to alcohol?

She went out to the restaurant, where there was a note on the table that read, "Second Young Mistress, the Second Young Master and I are going out for a bit."

Holding her hangover head, Su Chenxi thought about going to work, but then she remembered that the company had been dissolved, so she could only eat her breakfast in a depressed mood.

For a moment, I didn't know what to do.

She didn't even dare tell her mother about it.

……

Shen Yaorong arrived at the Shen Group early in the morning. Today, the company was welcoming a very important guest: the president of the Fandi Group.

"Is the meeting room ready?" he asked his assistant.

"Everything is ready. The shareholders have arrived and are waiting for our guests."

Shen Yaorong nodded in satisfaction. Just then, his landline rang. He reached out and answered, "Hello! Has the person arrived?"

"Mr. Shen, the second young master has arrived at the company." His subordinate's voice came from the other end of the line.

"What? What's he doing here?" Shen Yaorong was a little annoyed. What was this good-for-nothing nephew doing at the company?

"Mr. Shen, the old lady... she's here too," the subordinate on the other end said in surprise.

Shen Yaorong narrowed his eyes. His mother was here too? What was she doing here?

"Please invite them up."

Shen Yaorong quickly stepped out of his office and stood by the elevator to greet his mother, as he still had to maintain a reputation as a filial son in public.

The elevator doors opened, and Grandma Shen and Shen Yanchuan appeared before him together.

"Mom, why did you come all of a sudden? You're not feeling well," Shen Yaorong asked his mother.

"I haven't attended a board meeting in a long time. I hope you don't mind if I come here today!" Old Mrs. Shen said with an air of authority.

Although Shen Yaorong couldn't figure out his mother's intentions, he didn't dare to stop her from joining the board of directors.

“Of course you can attend, but Yan Chuan doesn’t need to go. I’ll have someone entertain him,” Shen Yaorong said.

Grandma Shen suddenly said in a firm tone, "Yan Chuan will come to the board meeting with me."

"Mom! I have important guests to receive today, and it's inconvenient for Yan Chuan to go into the conference room." Shen Yaorong didn't want him to ruin her meeting.

"Uncle, don't worry, I'm just listening in," Shen Yanchuan said.

"No, you're not a member of the board of directors, you can't go in," Shen Yaorong said sternly with a straight face.

Shen Yanchuan said to his grandmother, "Grandma, why don't you go to the meeting room with your uncle first?"

Grandma Shen nodded. "Okay, see you in a bit."

Shen Yaorong helped his mother toward the conference room, where the six shareholders were already waiting.

As soon as Grandma Shen arrived, the six people immediately stood up to greet her. Shen Yaorong also glanced at the time; it was almost ten o'clock.

The president of the Vatican Group was supposed to appear at 10 o'clock, but there's been no word about it yet.

Shen Yaorong came out and said to his subordinates, "Keep a close eye on that kid and don't let him run around the company."

"Mr. Shen, aren't you overthinking this? Isn't the second young master a cripple?"

Shen Yaorong, however, was not joking. "This kid is definitely here to cause trouble. We can't let our guard down."

"Yes." The subordinate turned and headed towards the lounge.

With two minutes to go before 10 o'clock, Shen Yaorong stood by the elevator and said to his assistant, "Make another call to the lobby to confirm whether the president of the Fandi Group has arrived yet."

"Ok!"

10 o'clock sharp.

Shen Yaorong had no choice but to return to his seat. At this moment, all the major shareholders were asking whether the mysterious president of the Vatican Group had arrived.

I hope they won't stand me up!

Grandma Shen said calmly, "Since this guest said he would come, he definitely will."

"Mom! Do you know who we're waiting for?" Shen Yaorong asked.

Grandma Shen looked at her eldest son but didn't say anything.

Shen Yaorong coughed to cover his embarrassment. When the hands on his watch were about to point to ten o'clock, the door to the conference room suddenly opened, and a figure in a wheelchair appeared in front of everyone.

Shen Yanchuan.

Shen Yaorong was furious, his face turning ashen. What were his men doing? They hadn't even kept an eye on this brat!

"Yan Chuan, what are you doing barging in here? Don't you know we're having a meeting?" Shen Yaorong said with a gloomy face.

The other shareholders also glared at this good-for-nothing from the Shen family, thinking he was ungrateful for daring to cause trouble on such an important occasion.

"Yaorong, your distinguished guest has arrived," Old Mrs. Shen suddenly said.

Shen Yaorong was taken aback and looked at his mother, wondering if there was something wrong with her eyes.

The one who came in was clearly his good-for-nothing nephew.

Just then, a clear, cold male voice rang out, "Uncle, is this how you treat your distinguished guests?"

Shen Yaorong turned his head in surprise to look at the person who spoke. Then, he saw his disabled nephew support himself on both sides of the wheelchair and stand up directly from it.

"You...your legs..." Shen Yaorong stood up in shock, looking at Shen Yanchuan, who had stood up from his wheelchair, in disbelief.

The other shareholders were also dumbfounded. This cripple had actually stood up?

Shen Yanchuan walked steadily step by step toward the chair that had been vacated for the distinguished guest.

His eyes were like a cold winter night, and he exuded a powerful aura that made people feel oppressed.

Shen Yanchuan pulled out the chair with his long, slender hand, and then sat down gracefully and calmly.

"You brat, this chair isn't for you. Get out of the way," Shen Yaorong said angrily.

Only then did he realize that he had been deceived, deceived by this disabled nephew for so many years.

His leg wasn't lame; he was completely unharmed.

Damn it, he was too careless.

"Are you saying I'm not worthy to sit here?" Shen Yanchuan pushed the chair back, crossed his long legs, and exuded a noble and elegant air.

"Of course not," Shen Yaorong said, his face ashen.

Shen Yanchuan sneered, "Yes, this chair is indeed not worthy of me sitting on. I should be sitting in your chair."