Marriage Seduction Addiction

Chapter 10 Mr. Yan is an elder
Because of Qin Yun's decision, Tang Xu went to the Song family's place after breakfast.

She stayed at the company all day, only leaving in the evening, and took Song Yuting's assistant Cheng Jin to the Lanqiao Club in the city center.

Tang Xu came to see Wu Yu.

Wu Yu's company was once Song's main partner, and the two companies still had two or three projects under construction. After news of Song's financial crisis spread, Wu Yu immediately halted all related projects, preferring to watch the losses unfold rather than give Song any chance.

Right now, this is the best breakthrough point for the Song family.

"We didn't make an appointment, so it might not be easy for us to see them..."

From the very beginning, Cheng Jin had no hope for this trip.

Tang Xu simply instructed him to prepare the new contract, then grabbed two bottles of red wine and stormed into the private room where Wu Yu was.

The waiter at the door kept a close eye on her. Tang Xu smiled slightly and said, "I'm here to deliver wine to Mr. Wu."

"Please wait."

The waiter quickly went inside to inquire, and then opened the door again to lead Tang Xu inside.

There were two men sitting in the private room. Besides Wu Yu, Tang Xu also recognized Fu Jiali, the fourth young master of the Fu family, who was sitting at the head of the table.

Wu Yu probably didn't react at first, and now that he saw Tang Xu, he was even more stunned. "Who told you to bring wine?"

Tang Xu smiled and placed two bottles of red wine on the table before speaking: "Mr. Wu, I am Tang Xu, Song Yuting's daughter. Knowing that you are dining here today, I specially brought two bottles of wine for you to enjoy."

Wu Yu, who had been stroking his chin and looking her up and down with interest, was momentarily stunned when she introduced herself. "Song Yuting's daughter?"

"Replacement guaranteed."

Wu Yu's expression instantly turned arrogant. "Alright, I'll accept the wine. You can leave now."

Tang Xu smiled sweetly, "I wouldn't dare to bother Mr. Wu any longer, but I wonder when I'll have the opportunity to invite Mr. Wu to a meal?"

Wu Yu knew exactly why she was there, and waved his hand impatiently, "I haven't had time lately. Let's talk about meals later."

Tang Xu's face showed a hint of embarrassment at the right moment, and she looked up at the other two people in the private room.

Then Fu Jiali chuckled and spoke up to help Tang Xu out of the predicament: "Mr. Wu, that's not very kind of you. Miss Tang sent two bottles of such fine wine; it's worth more than just one meal."

"The wine is certainly good, and I certainly can't accept it for nothing." Wu Yu's attitude towards Fu Jiali was noticeably respectful, then he glanced at Tang Xu, "Since you've already sent the wine, don't you have anything else to show your sincerity? Didn't your father teach you these things?"

Tang Xu saw Wu Yu tapping his hand on the table and naturally understood what he meant.

"It was my oversight and lack of understanding." Tang Xu smiled as she walked to the table and picked up the decanter.

Wu Yu raised an eyebrow, "Red wine?"

Tang paused for a moment, then turned to the liquor dispenser.

Wu Yu seemed satisfied then, "Don't bother with the small cups, just have these. Drink three cups as a token of your sincerity."

There was 200ml of wine in a decanter. Wu Yu was determined to make things difficult for her, so he leaned back in his chair and waited quietly for her to make her move.

The wine was mellow and clear, but for Tang Xu, it was not a particularly desirable thing.

She mentally prepared herself to drink it all in one gulp.

However, they didn't notice that the moment she raised her glass, the eyes of everyone in the private room had already fallen on what was behind her.

Just as the cup touched my lips, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and gently pressed down on the bottom of the cup.

Tang Xu was taken aback, her gaze falling on the well-defined knuckles, and her heart skipped a beat.

As she slowly raised her head, Yan Shiyu stood beside her, his gaze deep, quiet, and profound as he looked at her.

A flurry of images began to race through Tang Xu's mind again. Yan Shiyu simply took the glass of wine, placed it back on the table, and asked calmly, "Are you all better?"

Tang Xu was about to answer when, for some reason, she suddenly remembered that night she last saw him, in the hotel room, and the hand that untied her skirt...

Her gaze fell on Yan Shiyu's handsome, well-defined face, and she fell silent for a moment.

The people in the private room were clearly not expecting to see this, and Wu Yu's face almost froze for a moment—

He did know that Tang Xu was Jiang Muchen's wife, but what was this Third Young Master Yan all about? Why was he speaking to her in such a tone and protecting her?
He disregarded everything else and quickly stood up to offer Yan Shiyu the seat of honor. "Mr. Yan, hello. My name is Wu Yu. It is my honor to invite you and Mr. Fu to dinner."

Yan Shiyu's gaze fell on him, and he nodded slightly. "Mr. Wu, you flatter me. We are both in the business world, so we should keep in touch."

A well-dressed gentleman, whose politeness is tempered with a just-right distance.

Those in high positions need not bow their heads; good family traditions and cultivation are enough to make others feel flattered.

Tang Xu finally came to her senses.

It turns out he was also Wu Yu's guest.

They met so unexpectedly, and then he helped her again.

Tang Xu composed herself and smiled slightly: "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Yan. My illness is almost completely cured."

Yan Shiyu responded lightly, then said, "Alright, shouldn't we take better care of our health?"

His tone was calm; it showed concern, but not excessively.

Wu Yu suddenly realized something, slapped his forehead, and laughed, "Look at my memory! I completely forgot. According to the relationship between the Jiang family and the Yan family, Mr. Yan is the elder. Tang Xu should be calling Mr. Yan 'Third Uncle' like Mr. Jiang, right? No wonder, no wonder..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell silent.

The silence that followed was truly eerie, so eerie that Wu Yu had to continue rambling on to explain himself—

"It's my fault, it's my fault. I didn't know Tang Xu was sick. Seeing that she was a bit tense, I just thought I'd let her have a drink to relax." Wu Yu looked at Tang Xu with a smile. "You won't blame Uncle Wu, will you?"

Some people may not have studied Sichuan Opera, but their face-changing skills are truly exceptional.

Wu Yunian is only forty years old. He just made her drink three cups as punishment, but now he's calling himself "uncle".

That's true. By calling himself "uncle," he can be considered an equal to Yan Shiyu.

Thinking of this, Tang Xu looked at Yan Shiyu again.

Yan Shiyu had already walked to the other side of Fu Jiali and sat down with her eyes lowered.

Tang Xu quickly looked away, then turned to Wu Yu, pretending to leave. "Uncle Wu, what are you saying? It's inconvenient for you to host your guests today, so we'll reschedule for another day. We won't bother you any longer."

"Aren't you being too formal?" Wu Yu quickly pulled her back. "What's there to disturb? You, me, and Mr. Yan are all family. Since you're here, let's sit together. I'm sure Mr. Yan and Mr. Fu won't mind."

Tang Xu stopped pretending, sat down gracefully, and looked up at Yan Shiyu with a slight smile, "Then I really benefit from this, thank you..."

The man looked at her, a chilling darkness flashing across his deep eyes.

Tang Xu's "Third Uncle Yan" rolled on his tongue for a moment, but what finally came out was—

"Thank you, Mr. Yan."

Upon closer inspection, Yan Shiyu's dark eyes remained calm and undisturbed.

That hint of darkness was like an illusion.

(End of this chapter)