She goes crazy, he'll cover for her; the darling of the group is someone no one dares to mess w

Han Xi glanced at it, a clear look of disgust flashing across his dark eyes. His pupils were deep and cold, devoid of any warmth. His tone was indifferent: "Why is it you?"

Han Xi is a person with a strong sense of territory, and he never allows anyone to set foot in his private space unless absolutely necessary.

Since its completion, only three people have been granted the privilege of entering the hillside villa at any time: Old Master Han, his mother, and his clever niece, Yang Miao.

Otherwise, Han Shiyu wouldn't have insisted on dragging Yang Miao along a couple of days ago.

Although she was Han Xi's cousin, she was not qualified to set foot here.

Of all the servants in the villa on the hillside, only Aunt Rong, who had served Han Xi for many years, was allowed to live in the main house. This was because Han Xi had specially permitted Aunt Rong to move in before Fang Li entered the house, so as to make it easier for her to take care of her.

The villa housed dozens of servants and bodyguards, all of whom lived in a detached dormitory behind the main house.

Meng Yuan was unaware that the reason she was allowed to live in the main house was so that she could take care of Fang Li more easily. Now, however, she had taken this as a privilege and had thoughts she shouldn't have.

Meng Yuan's long hair, which she usually wore loose during the day, was now loosely tied up, with a few strands deliberately left hanging down her temples and neck, teasing her slender neck and deep collarbone with an alluring ambiguity.

"Mr. Han... it's too quiet downstairs, I'm a little scared..." Meng Yuan said as she stood up, her steps light, swaying her hips as she walked towards Han Xi.

"..." Han Xi narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling on her bare feet.

In an instant, the disgust in his eyes intensified.

"Could you keep me company? Perfect timing, you seem to be in a bad mood. If you need, I can have a couple of drinks with you. Keeping things bottled up can be bad for your health; letting them out will make you feel much better."

Meng Yuan, her face flushed, walked up to him, her eyes gazing at him shyly yet suggestively, her voice as soft as water.

"Miss Meng also works as a hostess?" Han Xi asked with a cold smirk.

Meng Yuan's face showed a momentary embarrassment, but she quickly regained her composure. Looking at Han Xi, a glint of light flickered in her eyes, and she parted her red lips slightly: "Originally, no, but... if it's President Han I'm accompanying..."

She raised her hand, about to climb onto Han Xi's chest.

Han Xi suddenly stepped back, his gaze as cold and hard as if he were staring at a dead man, as if avoiding a snake or scorpion, but the other person was still unaware.

"Mr. Han, Ms. Xu is already asleep. You don't need to be afraid. I'm happy to help you with anything you want to say or do."

Seeing Han Xi avoid her, Meng Yuan was not discouraged and took another step, still trying to touch the man in front of her.

Han Xi's initial expectations were shattered, and he planned to go find Fang Li after taking a shower, but Meng Yuan kept pestering him. How could someone who already had little patience for women tolerate this?

Han Xi lowered his eyes and stared at Meng Yuan's outstretched hand. In just one glance, Meng Yuan's fingers, which were about to touch Han Xi's clothes, froze instantly.

Han Xi's gaze was sharp and cold. "Miss Meng, I hired a professional caregiver specifically to look after my wife's hand injury. She's not some charlatan who's all talk and no action. For Chen Yingsheng's sake, I'm giving you a piece of advice: since you've taken this job, it's better to be more reliable. Some people might be happy to do something underhanded, but it's best not to do it here. Otherwise, Miss Meng will soon find out the consequences!"

Han Xi didn't give Meng Yuan any face at all. Well, to be honest, the question of whether or not to give Meng Yuan face was irrelevant to Han Xi.

She was kept on for Fang Li's sake; it was Fang Li who chose to keep her. Unfortunately, Meng Yuan is not only ungrateful but also extremely ambitious. She tries to take advantage of any slight sign of trouble.

Han Xi despised women like this the most, so his tone naturally didn't hold back.

Meng Yuan's stiff hand slowly fell down, her face losing all its previous radiance, turning deathly pale in an instant. Her eyes were filled with deep unease and humiliation, her hands hanging at her sides tightly gripping the hem of her skirt, her body trembling violently.

"I......"

She seemed to want to say something more, but Han Xi had already stepped past her and left the room, entering the study across the street.

The door was wide open, and Meng Yuan felt as if she were that wide-open door, naked and exposed to the outside world.

The man's cold and resolute back, without turning his head, was like a silent slap, shattering all her pride and self-esteem.

Meng Yuan felt a chill run down her spine, her hair standing on end.

Han Xi probably thought this wasn't the first time she'd done this; she was just a rotten woman who used such methods to achieve her goals.

Meng Yuan desperately wanted to explain to his face that she wasn't him.

But what's the point?

Who did Han Xi take her for? He didn't care at all!

The intense sense of humiliation made Meng Yuan's limbs stiffen, and her legs trembled as she took each step, feeling as if they were carrying a thousand pounds.

She slowly moved to the door, intending to go downstairs when no one was around, but as soon as she turned her head, she saw that the door to the next room had been opened at some point.

Fang Li, dressed in a silk nightgown, stood at the door with her arms crossed, quietly watching her.

Meng Yuan: "......"

I wish I could just faint on the spot!

Fang Li remained expressionless and said nothing. She glanced at her, went into the room, and closed the door.

The door closed gently, and the corridor returned to silence.

Meng Yuan's eyelids trembled stiffly, and then she seemed to come back to her senses and hurriedly ran downstairs. But when she was halfway down, she saw Aunt Rong carrying a shawl and walking upstairs.

Meng Yuan quickly crossed her arms and lowered her head, but Aunt Rong wouldn't let her get away with it so easily.

He deliberately blocked her way, shook the shawl in his hand, and said with a smile, "Miss Meng, it's not like the height of summer now. It's still a bit chilly at night. If you catch a cold dressed so lightly, it won't be good for our madam. Here, I specially got you a shawl. Put it on quickly."

As Aunt Rong spoke, she was about to unfold the shawl and drape it over her shoulders.

"no need!"

Meng Yuan frowned, somewhat annoyed and embarrassed, and avoided her. Her voice was trembling with barely suppressed sobs. Without even glancing at Aunt Rong, she pushed past her and ran straight downstairs.

Bang.

The door closed.

Aunt Rong watched Meng Yuan disappear through the door, then pursed her lips, revealing a hint of anger. She glanced at the quiet upstairs, grabbed her shawl, and muttered to herself as she went downstairs to her room.

"I don't know how Mr. Chen found this person. Luckily, my husband is a man of integrity, otherwise my wife would have suffered a lot."

Upstairs.

Back in her room, Fang Li's lips curled into a slight smile.

After the noise outside the door stopped, she became curious and decided to open it to take a look. However, as soon as she opened the door a crack, she didn't see the furious man, but instead saw Meng Yuan, dressed in revealing clothing, sneaking up into the room.

She immediately closed the door to see what she was going to do.

When she saw her enter Han Xi's room, her heart skipped a beat.

Who knows...