Chapter 70: Confirmation

The room was dimly lit, the old-fashioned apartment’s lights casting an orange glow over the coffee table, the floor, and the figures in the room. The tall figure stood up, his hand resting on the back of the chair, his tongue boldly exploring as Meng Ying leaned back, her senses filled with the cool scent of his cologne and a faint hint of medicine.

In the darkness, only the rapid beating of their hearts could be heard. He pressed closer, their breaths mingling, and Meng Ying’s ears and cheeks burned. Her hands fumbled, her slender, pale fingers brushing against the sharp line of his jaw. She tried to pull away slightly, but Xu Dian closed the distance again.

The quiet room was filled with soft rustling sounds. The buttons of Meng Ying’s shirt dress had come undone, and Xu Dian’s long fingers trailed over her skin.

She turned her head, biting her lip.

In the next second, his lips captured hers again, kissing her deeply.

Her fingers pressed against his shoulders, trying to push him away.

His lips moved upward, kissing her ear, and Meng Ying tilted her head, a soft sound escaping her throat. “Is this how you want to start?”

Xu Dian paused for a moment, then kissed her again.

A few minutes later.

The curtains flapped loudly in the wind, and the desk lamp flickered, casting a brief, brighter light before dimming again, illuminating the table and Xu Dian’s tall figure.

He knelt on one knee, looking up at her.

His eyes still held traces of desire, and both of their clothes were disheveled. Xu Dian reached out and began buttoning her shirt.

His voice was low. “What do you say?”

Meng Ying sat on the sofa, her hands resting on the cushions, looking down at him.

Her lips tingled.

She watched his long fingers move down, buttoning three buttons, and noticed the wind blowing in, ruffling his shirt, his chest exposed, his collarbone prominent.

“Hmm?” Xu Dian looked up, still kneeling.

Meng Ying pursed her lips, meeting his gaze. His peach-blossom eyes, now free of glasses, were filled with focus and hope.

Meng Ying shifted forward slightly, her pale foot resting on his kneeling leg. “Alright, I agree.”

Xu Dian was stunned.

As if he hadn’t expected her to agree.

He was momentarily speechless.

The wind was strong, tousling Meng Ying’s hair. She let out a soft hum, and Xu Dian snapped out of his daze. In the next second, he cursed under his breath, then leaned in again to capture Meng Ying’s lips.

Meng Ying lowered her head, her face and ears flushed.

Just then, Meng Ying’s phone rang loudly in the room. Xu Dian, still holding her in a kiss, reached out to grab it, intending to hang up.

Meng Ying glanced at the screen—it was Zhao Qiao.

She pushed Xu Dian away with force, snatched the phone, and answered.

Xu Dian stumbled slightly, sitting back on the coffee table, his expression annoyed. His long legs stretched onto the sofa as he narrowed his eyes, watching her.

“Auntie.”

“Yingying, your uncle and I are downstairs at your apartment. Are you home? I can see your window open, and there’s light inside.” Zhao Qiao’s pleasant voice came through the phone.

Meng Ying was startled and quickly stood up, walking toward the balcony.

Xu Dian leisurely buttoned his shirt and followed, wrapping his arms around Meng Ying’s waist from behind. They looked down to see Zhao Qiao and Xu Yi standing by Yan Xing’s car, gazing up at them. Meng Ying said, “Auntie, come on up. I’ll open the door for you.”

Zhao Qiao, Xu Yi, and Yan Xing hesitated, staring at the two figures embracing on the balcony—especially Xu Dian holding Meng Ying. They wondered if they were seeing things.

Zhao Qiao immediately replied, “Alright, your uncle and I are coming up now.”

With that, they headed for the stairs.

Xu Dian let go of her and walked to the door, opening it. Meng Ying followed, and he pulled her into his arms again, leaning in for another kiss. Meng Ying struggled, and as she did, Zhao Qiao and Xu Yi reached the top of the stairs, witnessing the scene. Xu Dian lazily leaned against the doorframe, a lazy smirk on his lips as he looked at Zhao Qiao.

Zhao Qiao was silent for a moment.

Then she kicked Xu Yi hard, wailing in frustration, “How did my precious Meng Ying end up with this pig of a son of yours!!!!!”

Xu Yi: “???”

Isn’t he your son too?

Zhao Qiao dragged Meng Ying around the apartment, inspecting the surroundings with clear disdain.

“It feels a bit too quiet here.”

“Is this faucet about to break?”

“Why does the bedside lamp look like it’s about to go out any second?”

“This curtain over here is about to fall off.”

As she spoke, she glanced at Xu Dian, who had his hands in his pockets and nodded. “Got it. I’ll have someone come fix it.”

Zhao Qiao seemed satisfied, but she still looked at Xu Dian with disdain. Xu Dian remained expressionless, his gaze fixed on Meng Ying. When Zhao Qiao finished her inspection and was about to say more, Xu Dian spoke up in a low voice, “Mom, when are you heading back? It’s getting late.”

“No rush,” Zhao Qiao said, sitting down on the sofa. She then turned her attention to Xu Dian’s wound. She wanted to show concern but couldn’t quite bring herself to do so directly, so she shot a glare at Xu Yi instead.

Xu Yi coughed and asked, “How’s the wound?”

“It’s fine.”

“Good,” Zhao Qiao chimed in. She had noticed it as soon as she walked in, and Xu Dian had mentioned it happened at the bar, so she didn’t press further. But of course, she was concerned. Seeing the first aid kit nearby, she thought for a moment and said, “Come here, let me help you apply some medicine.”

“No need. She already did it for me,” Xu Dian said, grabbing Meng Ying’s hand. Zhao Qiao and Xu Yi exchanged a glance, realizing that things between the two were indeed serious.

Zhao Qiao and Xu Yi stayed a bit longer, but as it grew late, they got up to leave. Meng Ying and Xu Dian walked them downstairs. Yan Xing opened the car door for them, and as they got in, Xu Dian kept his arm around Meng Ying. Just then, the car window rolled down, and Zhao Qiao leaned out, looking at Xu Dian. “By the way, isn’t there an important meeting tonight?”

Xu Dian pursed his lips. “There is.”

“Then why aren’t you rushing off to attend it? What are you doing here? Thinking of staying the night? Meng Ying, no, no, no. Take things step by step,” Zhao Qiao said with a serious tone, genuinely advising Meng Ying like a mother.

Meng Ying felt a warmth in her heart and nodded. Then, she pulled Xu Dian’s hand away and pushed him toward the car.

Xu Dian’s face darkened, his jaw clenched in frustration.

“Go on, get to your meeting,” Zhao Qiao urged.

Xu Yi, prodded by his wife, reluctantly added, “Xu Dian, go to your meeting. Don’t scare Meng Ying.”

Xu Dian: “…”

Yan Xing, sitting in the driver’s seat, was struggling to hold back his laughter, gripping the steering wheel tightly to keep from bursting. Zhao Qiao turned to Meng Ying and said, “You go on upstairs. Your uncle and I will watch you go up…”

Meng Ying glanced at the tall man beside her, unable to suppress a smile. She sighed, then turned and hurried upstairs, calling back to Xu Dian, “You go on. Go take care of your work.”

Xu Dian clenched his fists and reluctantly replied, “Alright.”

The slender, graceful figure disappeared around the corner of the staircase.

The atmosphere downstairs was tense.

“Pfft—” Yan Xing tightly covered his mouth, afraid he might burst out laughing, but the effort to hold it in was unbearable. He coughed repeatedly, trying to suppress his amusement.

In the back seat, Zhao Qiao and Xu Yi stared at Xu Dian, who shot them a glance before walking to his car. He sat in the driver’s seat, took out a cigarette, and lit it with a hint of frustration. He bit down on the cigarette, took a couple of slow drags, then rested it on the edge of the window. He turned his head and glared at Yan Xing. “Drive!!”

His tone was sharp and commanding.

Yan Xing stepped on the gas, and the car sped off.

At a red light, Yan Xing picked up his phone and typed out a WeChat message: *President Xu, you only know how to bully us. Do you dare go back upstairs and continue what you wanted to do?*

**Xu Dian:** *Get lost.*

Yan Xing smirked.

*Of course, you don’t dare. Hahahahaha.*

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