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Xia Chan widened her eyes and glared at him fiercely. Due to the proximity between the two, she did not even dare to breathe.

How confident... The tone was laced with an unmistakable hint of mockery, and suddenly a burst of laughter erupted nearby, gradually transforming into hearty guffaws

Unexpectedly, Monet smiled, stood for a moment, and then stepped forward, forcefully leaning down in front of her, raising his chin, and in disbelief asked: "Is that so?"

You ... ... '' Xia Chan did not know how to respond

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This is a long corridor leading to the restroom, with a thick ethnic-style carpet underfoot. The walls, adorned with golden patterned wallpaper, are bathed in a soft warm light that emanates an ambiguous atmosphere

In Xia Chan's eyes, there was confusion and fatigue. She did not want to get involved in Wu Zhi Zi's affairs. After all, it had been many years since her father passed away in a car accident, and it was understandable for her to seek companionship again. However, this man made Xia Chan feel uncomfortable all over. She was worried that Wu Zhi Zi, who was in a period of emotional vacancy, might easily be deceived by others

Suddenly, the hostility in the fat man's eyes receded, and his gaze towards Monet took on a hint of apprehension as he said: "So it turns out to be the young master of Mr. Monet's family"

Monet said without turning his head: "Restroom. I just heroically saved a beauty and spilled drinks all over myself, you owe me compensation"

Those familiar with her know that this is a manifestation of Xia Chan being extremely angry

Mother Wu Zhizi looked at Xia Chan's tightly furrowed brows and unusually stepped forward, affectionately taking her hand, and walked in front of the man, awkwardly introducing, "This is your Uncle Ren, it's your first time meeting him"

Xia Chan was somewhat baffled by his laughter. Looking at the mottled red wine stains on his wrinkled white shirt, she recalled that they must have splashed on him when he came to find her in the hall earlier

She was too lazy to argue with a scoundrel, finding even a glance at him distasteful, so she quickened her pace and hurried towards the cubicle. With such a commotion, she had no intention of continuing to work. Xia Chan took out her phone and sent a message to her cousin saying, "Sorry, I have something to attend to and need to leave first," then packed her bag and swiftly left "Zero".

The man continued to flatter, saying: "My name is Ren Di, and I am a friend of your mother"

His face, which had twisted from laughter, finally returned to normal. He extended his hand, mimicking a handshake, and said: "You are too funny! How did you know my nickname is Rascal?"

Xia Chan's face turned ashen, and she slowly turned around, coldly scanning the laughing people before her. A hint of chill appeared at the corner of her mouth as she spoke, word by word: "Wash your head."

Time stood still for three seconds

"It must be Xia Chan, hello." The man quickly stood up, his eyes shining as he continuously scrutinized Xia Chan

She kept nodding, reaching out to press against his chest, which was drawing closer and closer, and she felt as if she had touched a searing flame

Xia Chan let out a soft "ah," gazing at the young man who had been staring at her and was now holding her hand, feeling somewhat bewildered and even a bit frightened

Xia Chan stared at his not-so-innocent smile, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest. She kept retreating until she was forced against the wall. She was truly afraid this guy would act recklessly

That gentle expression and that affectionate tone nearly left Xia Chan momentarily entranced

Monet released Xia Chan's hand, and she immediately jumped back a few steps, rubbing her sore wrist and warily staring at him: "Hey, although I really appreciate you helping me out just now, this is my cousin's territory, so don't get any wrong ideas."

He said coldly: "Get lost while I haven't changed my mind!"

She was contemplating whether she might encounter a bad person and whether she should shout for help, when unexpectedly, Monet suddenly stopped.

When she was so anxious that her back was drenched in cold sweat and she was at a loss, the tray in her hand was taken over by someone, a hand from behind wrapped around her shoulder, and a handsome face, magnified, smiled at her without reservation: "I found you"

Xia Chan raised her head and asked with piercing eyes: "A boyfriend?"

After a terrifying silence, a cold index finger hooked under Xia Chan's chin, causing her whole body to tremble as if an electric current was spreading through her, leaving her feeling numb and tingling

Monet rudely pushed past the two people and walked forward.

Where should we begin the analysis? Should it be from the moment in the middle of the night when I went to the living room to get water and heard Wu Zhizi still flirting and joking with that man online, or should it be from the past two months when Wu Zhizi has been dressing up like a fairy to go out?

Monet squinted slightly, adopting a serious expression as if he were genuinely contemplating whether to lean in for a kiss. Xia Chan, frightened, closed her eyes and shook her head vigorously, terrified to the point of wanting to hide behind the wall

My shirt, the shirt dyed with your achievements, it would be great if you could help me wash it.

This shameless person

Ambiguous relationship

Monet looked at the slightly stiff Xia Chan with a bemused expression, vigorously tousling her bangs and raising an eyebrow as he asked, "Is it beautiful? Are you stunned?"

Xia Chan glared at his back, wanting to break free from his grip, struggling with some anger: "Where do you want to take me? I don't know you."

Xia Chan's complexion was very poor, and she firmly uttered two words, clenching her fists and turning her back on Monet as she walked away

The voice of persistence resounded

When Xia Chan opened her eyes in frustration and looked at the person in front of her who was laughing uncontrollably, she felt the urge to hit someone for the first time. She was so angry that her teeth were chattering, and the depression in her heart burst forth: "You scoundrel, shameless!"

The fat man looked at Monet with an arrogant attitude and wanted to reach out and grab his collar. The young man quickly stepped forward and firmly held him back, his face pale as if facing a great disaster: "No, no, Brother Fat, don't! We can't afford to provoke him!" After saying this, he made way and said to Monet in a flattering manner: "You all go ahead."

Wu Zhizi slapped Xia Chan on the shoulder, frowning as she scolded, "How can you speak so disrespectfully, you little girl? How could I possibly..." Her face turned bright red, and her ears were tinged with a rosy hue

"Kid, what's going on here?" The chubby man, with a mocking smile, crossed his arms and watched the spectacle. Just as he was about to continue his sarcasm, a young man beside him leaned in and whispered a few words in his ear.

Monet smiled silently, holding his belly as if he had heard an even funnier joke

Her strength could not match the restraint on her wrist, and he walked very quickly, completely disregarding her pace, which made Xia Chan so angry that she wanted to curse out loud

Ren Di's serious and probing gaze fell upon Xia Chan, and he spoke softly: "It is I who am pursuing your mother"

Hearing these words, Monet slowly turned his head, exuding an air of arrogance

Monet watched all of this with great interest, playfully leaning close to her face, his nose almost touching hers, as he exhaled puffs of warm breath from his thin lips

I have no particular virtues, except for my boldness. You have also expressed your gratitude to me. You know that in ancient times, women would often say they would offer themselves in return when saved by someone. Are you suggesting... to express your thanks with a kiss?

Wow, did I guess correctly

Upon returning home, I encountered a middle-aged man I did not recognize. He had very short hair, and his facial features were somewhat rugged. His peach blossom eyes, narrowed into slits, were filled with an ambiguous smile. His physique appeared slightly plump, yet retained a hint of charm. This type of visage, Summer Chan had read about in books before, is typically associated with a lecherous nature. He was flipping through a comic book that Summer Chan had tossed onto the sofa.

Upon hearing this, Xia Chan stood in place, unsure of what to say. She had never seen this person before, but she had heard this voice countless times in the WeChat voice messages that Wu Zhizi had been enthusiastically sharing over the past few months

Hahaha ... ...

Due to excessive tension, her mind was in a state of chaos, and she could only utter these powerless words for the time being

He raised his outstretched right hand and said, "My name is Monet, the French Impressionist painter, do you know? The one who painted 'Impression, Sunrise.' I share the same name as him. Look at how fateful our meeting is today; may we become friends?"