Mr. Liang, you mustn't covet other people's fiancées!

A short while later, Yan Jin arrived with two other assistants.

After quickly clearing the table, they took Gu Zhihuai and the other two away.

Liang Chaoxu got up and went to the kitchen to pour Wen Li a glass of warm water.

After thanking her, Wen Li accepted the gift, took a sip, and then, as if remembering something, looked up and asked, "They've all left, why haven't you left yet?"

Liang Chaoxu stood beside the sofa, looking at her with an unreadable expression in his deep eyes: "What do you plan to do about what you overheard in the stairwell this morning?"

He wanted to hear her plans first.

If it's feasible, then do as she says; if that's not ruthless enough, then use his method.

Wen Li was a little dazed, but that didn't stop her from expressing herself clearly and concisely: "First, lure the snake out of its hole, then gather evidence, and then strike it precisely at its vital point."

Liang Chaoxu raised an eyebrow slightly, their thoughts aligned.

Then it dawned on him: "You're going to use yourself as bait?"

Wen Li nodded: "Of course, Han Mingzhu is determined to get rid of me. If I, the main character, don't even show up, how could she possibly take the bait?"

Liang Chaoxu rejected the idea without hesitation: "No."

Wen Li got up to put down the water glass: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Liang Chaoxu followed up with Wen Li: "This is not a matter of proportion. Han Mingzhu was already vicious, and she became even more unscrupulous after Han Zhixiang took her back into the Han family."

"Besides, there are people in your company working with her. It's too dangerous for you to use yourself as bait."

"I know all that." Wen Li put the water glass on the table, turned to look at him, "but I can't keep waiting for others to help me."

Liang Chaoxu moved his lips, but before he could speak, he heard her say, "Only by walking your own path can you feel truly secure, and only by settling your own scores can you feel truly satisfied."

After a few seconds of silence, Liang Chaoxu spoke slowly: "With one more person, you can go further and feel more at ease."

As the effects of the alcohol slowly took hold, Wen Li felt a little dizzy. She raised her hand to hold onto the edge of the table and softened her voice, saying, "You don't need to worry too much about my affairs."

"You've helped me so much over the years since we met. I'm afraid I can never repay the kindness you've shown me in my entire life."

Wen Li paused, then lowered her eyes and stopped looking at him: "Now that I've graduated and have enough ability, it's time for you to go back to your old life."

Liang Chaoxu took a deep breath, leaned down to look at her, his gaze burning: "How do you know that you weren't part of my original life?"

Wen Li froze, then slowly raised her eyes.

After a long silence, she smiled gently and said, "Mr. Liang, you're drunk."

Liang Chaoxu gritted his teeth: "I haven't had a drop of alcohol tonight, I'm perfectly sober."

Taking advantage of the pause in his speech, Wen Li turned to leave, saying, "It's getting late, Mr. Liang, you should head back soon."

Seeing that she was about to escape, Liang Chaoxu reached out and hooked his arm around her waist, lifting her up and sitting her on the table. He leaned down to look her in the eye, his breath hot: "Wen Li, why are you avoiding me?"

"I didn't dodge." Wen Li shook her head, but her body subconsciously leaned back, clearly trying to distance herself from him.

Liang Chaoxu lowered his eyes, stepped forward and stood between Wen Li's legs, grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her heavily, conquering her without restraint.

Only when Wen Li couldn't breathe did he step back slightly, his forehead pressed against hers, his breathing heavy: "You bit my tongue until it bled, and you still say you didn't dodge?"

Wen Li gasped for breath, turning her head away: "Serves you right."

Liang Chaoxu's chest trembled slightly, and he let out a low laugh. When his gaze fell on her blood-red earlobes, his eyes darkened even more.

The next second, he lowered his head, rested his chin on Wen Li's shoulder, turned his head to bury his face in her neck and kissed her, his voice low and deep, as if deliberately bewitching her.

"Yes, that's right. It's good that you're with me like this."

Wen Li, being new to sexual matters, couldn't resist Liang Chaoxu's teasing and her body trembled uncontrollably.

Seeing her reaction, Liang Chaoxu smiled and turned to kiss her earlobe, gently sucking on it.

"Preface to the Liang Dynasty..."

Wen Li couldn't help but speak up, her fair and slender fingers landing on the back of Liang Chaoxu's hand that was wrapped around her waist, leaving faint nail marks.

Liang Chaoxu gave a low "hmm" and chuckled softly, "I know you're not feeling well, so I won't do it."

Wen Li's eyes reddened, and she pursed her lips tightly: "Don't kiss me anymore."

Liang Chaoxu stopped teasing her, paused his movements, gazed at her, and said softly.

"Wen Li, taking care of you is something I do willingly."

"You don't need to repay those so-called favors."

"All you have to do is live freely."

Wen Li's eyes were glistening with tears as she stared at him, speechless for a long time.

There's an old saying that debts are easy to settle, but favors are hard to repay.

She really didn't want to owe him anything anymore.

The phone on the sofa suddenly rang, breaking the silence in the room.

Liang Chaoxu turned his head to look, walked over, picked up the phone, cleared his throat, and answered, "What's wrong?"

Another assistant's voice came through: "Mr. Liang, which building and floor does Ms. Wen's friend live on?"

Liang Chaoxu was slightly taken aback, then handed the phone to Wen Li.

Wen Li took it: "Building 7, Room 902."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Li handed it back to him: "I need to wash up and rest now. I have to go to work tomorrow. Mr. Liang, you should go back soon too."

Upon hearing this, Liang Chaoxu grasped her fingertips along with the phone, tilted his head slightly, and asked, "It's outside of work hours, why are you calling me President Liang?"

Wen Li withdrew her hand: "It's my business what you want to call me outside of work hours."

Liang Chaoxu raised an eyebrow, speechless.

He licked his bitten tongue, the salty, metallic taste spreading instantly: "Just let me know when you're going to make a move against Han Mingzhu, and I'll give you some support."

Wen Li hesitated for a few seconds, then hummed in agreement.

"Get some rest." Liang Chaoxu picked up his coat and went to the entrance to put on his shoes.

Wen Li pursed her lips: "The roads are slippery in the snow, be careful."

Liang Chaoxu smiled and said, "Okay."

After a while, Wen Li went to wash up.

She turned on the bathroom light, tied her hair, and walked to the mirror. As she finished tying her hair and lowered her arms, she caught a glimpse of an ambiguous hickey on her neck.

Wen Li closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Don't get angry, don't get angry, anger will ruin your health and no one can take your place.

But there's a meeting tomorrow! Liang Chaoxu!

On the way back to Yuhe Mansion, Liang Chaoxu leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed, his voice cold and hard: "Have someone keep an eye on Han Mingzhu, and don't let her hurt Wen Li."

Yan Jin, who was driving attentively in front, nodded: "Okay, Mr. Liang."

Liang Chaoxu paused, then added, "Don't let Zheng Ying off the hook either."

Yan Jin glanced at the rearview mirror and hesitated before speaking: "President Liang, Song Yu went to the police station to see Zheng Ying early this morning."

Upon hearing this, Liang Chaoxu slowly opened his eyes, a cold glint in them: "Go and check if he has been in contact with Han Mingzhu during this time."

"OK."