C3 You Overestimate Yourself

Yan Bochun was so angry that his teeth itched. What did he think he was? As a porters?

Yan Bochun's face started to get restless. Along with Yan Zhen's cold eyes, it became more obvious. "Yan Zhen, what right do you have to pretend to be the master here? Uncle Qi and aunty have not chased me away yet. Instead, you caught up to me first."

Yan Zhen heard this and suddenly turned her head. The corner of her lips curled into a faint smile that seemed to be neither right nor wrong. It seemed to carry endless ridicule. "Because uncle and aunt asked me to take care of Qi Lin just now. Is this reason sufficient?"

"You..."

Yan Bochun was speechless. He glanced at Qi Lin who was still pretending to be drunk on the bed and turned around to leave.

The sound of shoes stepping on the floor seemed to be filled with endless anger.

The corner of her mouth curled into a smile. Yan Zhen turned around, stood in front of the bed and stared at Qi Lin for a while. She reached out her hand to cover him with the blanket, then turned around and left.

The door of the room opened and closed. Qi Lin, who was lying on the bed and unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes. There was not a trace of confusion in his deep eyes. He did not look like a drunk man. There was a flash in his eyes.

The villa was huge, but the structure of the villa was roughly the same. So Yan Zhen soon found the kitchen.

At this time, there were already servants who had started to prepare in the kitchen. When they saw Yan Zhen's arrival, they were clearly shocked and immediately asked if there was anything wrong.

Yan Zhen smiled amiably at them. "Nothing. I came here to help Qi Lin get a cup of sober tea."

When Yan Zhen said that, everyone had a clear look on their faces. Then, they indicated that Yan Zhen was the only one who would use it first.

After thanking her and fiddling with it for about ten minutes, Yan Zhen came out of the kitchen with a cup of sober tea that was slightly darker in color.

In the room, Qi Lin was still sleeping on the bed as if he had left. The blanket was well covered and his body still reeked of alcohol.

Yan Zhen's gaze swept across the blanket that was pressed against a corner. There was an expression on her face as expected, but she still carried the fragrant sober tea to the bedside table. She bent down and whispered to Qi Lin, "Wake up, Qi Lin. Wake up and have a cup of sober tea. It will save you a headache tomorrow."

"Wu..." The man let out a little moan and sat up along with Yan Zhen's support.

Yan Zhen took the refresher tea and went to Qi Lin's mouth. She wanted to help him drink it but the accident happened in that instant.

Qi Lin's arm seemed to reach out and hit the cup of tea. The cup of tea was knocked over. The steaming hot cup of tea was placed on Yan Zhen's body.

Yan Zhen's clothes were of good quality, but she was still no match for the cup of freshly brewed tea.

Her chest was already stained by the tea. One could vaguely see the color and outline of her underwear, which gave off a demonic aura.

But looking at Yan Zhen's appearance, it was as if she did not feel anything at all. She calmly stood up from the bed and looked down at the man lying on the bed with a sneer on her lips. A look of disdain flashed across her eyes. "Young Master Qi, how dare you take revenge on me like this? Are you happy after you are done? If you are satisfied, you can get up."

Silence. The room suddenly fell into silence.

A cold gaze landed on Qi Lin. A mocking and cold voice suddenly sounded." Before I went to boil the tea, the four corners of your blanket were flat. When I came back, a corner was already under your body. Young Master Qi, don't you want to wake up?"

"You know I'm pretending to be drunk?"

Qi Lin, who had been exposed like this, sat up from the bed. He stared at Yan Zhen with a pair of eyes that could not be seen clearly. The orange sunlight outside the window quietly cut the outline of Yan Zhen. She looked cold.

"Of course." Yan Zhen smiled silently and raised her red lips. Her eyes narrowed. "The smell of alcohol on your body was too deliberate. It only stained your clothes. But it wasn't infected. Furthermore... "Yan Zhen suddenly bent down and her enlarged face appeared in front of Qi Lin. Staring at him for a few seconds, she smiled leisurely," You still have the biggest failure. Do you know where it is? "

"Where is it?" Qi Lin asked.

"It's on Yan Bochun. You went to social gatherings together. You smell like alcohol, but he doesn't... This is not a failure. What is it?"

It had to be said that this little girl in front of her was really observant. No wonder she was ready to take over Father Yan's group at the age of 23 and take over the Yan Family, which was such a big mess.

Qi Lin's beautiful eyes narrowed for a moment. He took a piece of paper from the coffee table and unhurriedly wiped the tea on his face that had just been splashed. "You are very powerful, but unfortunately, I hate scheming women."

"scheming women?" Yan Zhen seemed to be very surprised when she heard this word. After all, this was the first time in 23 years. Someone said this to her and smiled lightly. "Who in this world doesn't have schemes? People who don't have schemes won't survive in society at all."

"And..." A layer of coldness flashed across Yan Zhen's eyes. She lifted the corner of her mouth and smiled casually, "And I am not prepared to win your favor. After all, I do not have to win your favor even if I want to marry you."

"Is that so?" Qi Lin suddenly had a feeling of being evenly matched. He leisurely sat beside the bed. His beautiful thin lips curled into a smile that was not a smile. His long fingers drummed on his knees. "Yan Zhen, you may not be able to join the Qi Family if you win my favor, but if you cannot win my favor, you will not be able to marry into the Qi Family."

As soon as these words came out, Yan Zhen suddenly smiled when she said that. Her pretty face was like a poppy. The originally cold and quiet little face was replaced with a layer of demonic charm, which made Qi Lin lost his sight for a second.

However, in just a second, she woke up immediately. The vigilance and wariness in her eyes became stronger.

Yan Zhen smiled coldly and casually reached out her hand to tug at her hair. Her long hair fluttered behind her.

Her pair of phoenix eyes were narrow and narrow. Her high heels made a sound when they stepped on the ground and she walked in front of Qi Lin. With a bewitching smile, she lowered her head and trapped Yan Zhen between her chest and the back of the bed.

The evening sun was orange in color. It was very ambiguous.

Yan Zhen's small face was very delicate and there was a bit of playfulness in her eyes. Her actions were intentionally or unintentionally lingering. "Young Master Qi, you will definitely marry me."

"Is that so?" Qi Lin's handsome face revealed a faint gloominess, and his thin lips curled into an arc that carried ridicule. "This is really the first time I have seen a woman as bold as Miss Yan, who doesn't know her own limits."

"Whether I am overestimating myself or not, Young Master Qi will know after half an hour." Yan Zhen's small face was full of provocation. She raised her eyebrows indifferently.

"Provoke?" Young Master Qi asked. The large palm with distinct joints suddenly pinched Yan Zhen's lower jaw. Qi Lin smiled in a low voice. "Heh, Yan Zhen, do you know that provocation will only speed up the destruction of Yan's Corporation..."

"I know."

Yan Zhen smiled sweetly, as if she did not feel any pain, as if she did not understand the meaning of Qi Lin's words.

Yan Zhen's skin, which had been spoiled since she was young, was already tender. The result of Qi Lin's forceful actions was that he had left a deep red mark on her fair skin. There were traces of ambiguity.

Yan Zhen knocked Qi Lin's big palm off her lower jaw and stretched out her hand. Her fair fingers rubbed against her slightly rough face. Yan Zhen's tone was a bit more teasing and forceful. "Young Master Qi, let's see which one of us is better."