Chapter 10

After Meng Mingxuan finished washing up, she spent some time picking out clothes.
The wardrobe was filled with this season’s new styles, freshly washed and ironed before being brought to the villa.
None of them had been worn.
But she decided to wear the wine-red V-neck camisole dress that Yan Mojiu had given her when she was 20.
Because when she saw this dress, it reminded her of Yan Mojiu’s disappointment that year.

“Mingxuan, after the birthday party ends, wear it for Brother Jiu to see.”
He had placed the high-end gift box in her hands, his voice low and hoarse.
But after the birthday party ended, when she opened the gift box, she found it was a V-neck, mature-style wine-red camisole dress, not the ladylike style she liked.
At that time, Yin Ting had already added her on WeChat, and she chatted happily with him every day, so when she got back to the villa, she put the gift box aside and hid under the blanket to chat with Yin Ting.
When Yan Mojiu knocked on the door, she pretended to be asleep.
In her past life, Yan Mojiu never got to see her wear this dress.
In this life, she would make up for all the regrets of the past.

After changing into the dress, Meng Mingxuan spun a few times in front of the mirror.
Not bad, Brother Jiu had a good eye.
She was only 163 cm, not very tall, but this short dress made her legs look long and straight.
Her waistline was perfectly accentuated.
But…
The neckline was a little too low.
If she bent over even slightly, it would reveal too much.

After thinking for a moment, Meng Mingxuan chose a diamond brooch from her jewelry box and pinned it at the neckline.
Perfect!
She spun around again to make sure everything was fine, then quickly walked towards the door.
She couldn’t make Brother Jiu wait too long.

Meng Mingxuan quickly descended the stairs.
At the dining table, Yan Mojiu and Nie Ziyang noticed a slight sound from the stairs.
They both lifted their heads at the same time and looked towards the direction of the sound.

What they saw was Meng Mingxuan with her long hair styled into a fluffy, fashionable bun, making her delicate face look even more exquisite and captivating.
She was wearing a wine-red V-neck camisole short dress.
The flowing skirt swayed gently with her brisk steps as she descended the stairs, highlighting her long, straight, fair legs.
The diamond brooch at her chest, which sparkled with dazzling light, perfectly reflected the light from the crystal chandelier.
Although the brooch successfully covered her chest, it still sparked endless imagination.

Even Nie Ziyang, who always regarded Meng Mingxuan as a little girl, couldn’t help but be struck by her beauty.
He hadn’t expected that the usually childish little princess from Lincheng would look so alluring in a sexy wine-red camisole dress—pure yet with a hint of subtle desire, making it hard to resist.

Just then, Yan Mojiu’s expression darkened, and he suddenly stood up.
“If you keep looking, you might lose your eyes!”
Nie Ziyang: “…”
He gave up.
He wasn’t an outsider!
Besides, the dress was just alluring, but it wasn’t revealing anything.
What was there to see?

Yan Mojiu took large steps towards Meng Mingxuan, taking off his suit jacket.
In the blink of an eye, he was in front of her and draped his suit jacket over her bare shoulders.
Meng Mingxuan was suddenly wrapped tightly in the large jacket and was a little confused.
Her bright, beautiful eyes looked at the man in front of her, not understanding. “Brother Jiu?”
Did Brother Jiu not want to look? Or did he think it looked bad?
But he had clearly said…

“Ziyang is here.” Yan Mojiu lightly pressed his lips together and then slightly raised his chin. “Put your hands in the sleeves, and wear it properly.”
Meng Mingxuan: “…”
Was there a necessary connection between these two things?
Although she didn’t understand, she obediently followed his instructions and slid her slender arms into the suit sleeves.
Yan Mojiu’s lips curved slightly.
So obedient.
He extended his long fingers and gently buttoned each button of the suit jacket for her.

“…” Meng Mingxuan couldn’t help but twitch the corner of her eye.
Her beautiful, sexy little dress, and on the very first day of wearing it, it was already ruined.
At least she was at home.
If she were outside, she would definitely be treated like a circus monkey—who would wear a man’s suit jacket and button all the buttons? That was just weird, right?

“Go have breakfast first.”
“Oh, okay.”

Yan Mojiu took her hand and led her down the last two steps of the stairs, bringing her to the dining table.
He pulled out a chair for her and gently pressed her shoulder to help her sit down.
Then, he placed the peeled egg in front of her.
He also took a knife and fork and began cutting it for her.

“Thank…” Meng Mingxuan was about to say thank you when she met his slightly furrowed brows and quickly changed her words, “Brother Jiu is so good to me.”
Yan Mojiu relaxed his furrowed brows and sat down next to her.
He casually pushed the milk toward her.

Nie Ziyang watched the entire scene and, in his heart, once again confirmed something—Brother Jiu was beyond help!
In this life, Brother Jiu would definitely fall for the little princess.
Many men treat women well, but it’s often just a fleeting novelty. But Brother Jiu’s care for the little princess… that’s been the same for over ten years.

Nie Ziyang looked at Meng Mingxuan eating breakfast, rolling his eyes internally: this little white-eyed wolf!

Meng Mingxuan remained silent as she ate, just like Yan Mojiu.
After all, she had learned her table manners from him since she was a child.

“Wipe your mouth,” Yan Mojiu said after she finished her meal and drank the milk, handing her a warm towel.

“Has Brother Jiu eaten?” Meng Mingxuan took the towel, wiped her mouth, and asked.

“I’ve eaten.”

“What did you eat?”

“Same as you.”

Meng Mingxuan leaned closer to him, gently sniffed, and frowned. “I don’t smell eggs or milk.”
She waved her hand and smiled, “But I do smell a strong scent of smoke.”

Since she was young, Meng Mingxuan had a dog-like sense of smell.
Her sense of smell was very sharp.
Before her fallout with Yin Ting and Yan Mojiu, Yan Mojiu hardly smoked.
She didn’t like it when men kept puffing smoke.
But in recent years, she didn’t mind anymore; Yan Mojiu’s smoking habit had gotten terrifyingly strong.

“…” Yan Mojiu was unusually speechless.
The little rose’s thorns had come out.
They were pricking at him.
He met her reproachful gaze, and after a long while, he finally gave in, “I’ll go eat.”
There’s still some left in the pot.
He just hadn’t had the time to eat himself.

“Go ahead,” Meng Mingxuan said, her smile brightening.

“Mm.”
Yan Mojiu stood up, casting a deep, cold glance at Nie Ziyang.
Nie Ziyang helplessly nodded.
He’d take on this troublesome task.
Maybe Meng Mingxuan had really woken up, and today he wouldn’t end up with a hit to the head.

After Yan Mojiu disappeared into the kitchen, Meng Mingxuan finally shifted her gaze and looked at Nie Ziyang, her red lips curling into a smile. “Young Master Nie, do you have something to tell me?”

Although Nie Ziyang, Tang Jun, and Feng Yilin were all good brothers of Yan Mojiu,
Meng Mingxuan had only started noticing them when she was 18.
She wasn’t very familiar with them.
They only met a few times a year.
She only knew that they were all in the same circle as her Brother Jiu.

“How did you know, Mingxuan?” Nie Ziyang, who had been smiling, now looked more serious.
Could it be… that she had already received the news?