C10 Hormone Killing Power

As Huo Liancheng walked straight ahead, Jian Yun pulled on Cheng Muze's sleeves. "Why is President Huo here?" she whispered urgently.

"Do you not want him here?" He raised his eyebrows.

"It's not that!" She wanted to say that she didn't, that she would rather not see the man in her entire lifetime, but she didn't dare. Huo Liancheng was already handling Ming's. Offending him was like signing her retirement contract.

As soon as Wu Wenjing got off the car, she kept fanning her face despite the nightly breeze. "God, he's hot!" she murmured, shaking her head. "If I hadn't gotten off the car right there and then, I would've already died from heart failure."

Jian Yun actually felt the same way, but that still didn't change the fact that Huo Liancheng was just another scumbag with a pretty face.

Cheng Muze was standing close enough to hear Wu Wenjing. He squinted his eyes and snickered. "You should've seen him while he was working out," he muttered to Jian Yun. "Some might say he's the ultimate biological weapon to get any woman or even man to do his bidding."

Huo Liancheng, who was walking in front of them, stopped on his tracks. He turned his head slightly, revealing his chiseled jaw.

Cheng Muze immediately quieted down. When Liancheng continued walking, Jian Yun couldn't help but gaze at his back. Despite his atrocious behavior, she had to admit that he had a great figure. With his tall height and broad shoulders, he could've passed off as a swimsuit model.

At the thought, she lowered her gaze as a blush coated her cheeks. As they walked down the pavement, a thought occurred to her, so she turned around to Cheng Muze. "Oh yeah! I forgot to return the coat to you from last night." She smiled apologetically. "I've already sent them to the wash. I can return it to you once I get it back. Thank you again!"

Cheng Muze chuckled, waving his hand. "No need to thank me. Besides, the coat belongs to Mr. Huo. If you want to thank someone, I suggest starting with him."

Jian Yun blinked in surprise, and her lips curled doubtfully. It didn't take a genius to find out that the man was obsessed with cleanliness. How could such a person even lend his coat to a woman he didn't even know?

She stared at his moving figure. Even if she wanted to thank him, his cold and detached demeanor was enough to make her think otherwise.

Xu Ji was a private restaurant. Although it wasn't that big, it was still elegantly decorated with its engraved walls and sculpted columns. When Jian Yun entered, she noticed that the entire floor was separated into several private enclosures, upholding the privacy of its customers. When the owner recognized the two men, he hurriedly welcomed and ushered all of them to their seats.

"So, what do you want to eat?" Cheng Muze glanced at the menu as he ordered.

Huo Liancheng remained silent throughout the entire exchange as he stared at his phone. Even Jian Yun couldn't budge. Her face was burning up from what had happened back in the car, so all she could do was suffer in silence as Cheng Muze and Wu Weijing chatted.

The room they were in wasn't as spacious. The table was in an old-fashioned square cut, with each of them sitting on one side. Jian Yun and Huo Liancheng sat next to each other, and as the tension between them grew even larger, she could do nothing else but take out her phone to pass the time.

Ever since she had gotten into Liancheng's car last night, it was as if she had gotten herself into a string of bad events, and it just wouldn't stop!

She stared blankly at her screen when she heard a few knocks on the table. Turning around, she noticed that Liancheng had a pack of cigarettes in his hand. With his raised eyebrows, he asked, "Do you mind?"

Jian Yun shook her head subconsciously, staring at him in disbelief as he lit up his cigarette. This wasn't the man who had flirted with her back at the hospital, nor was he the man who had teased her back at Ming's. No, it was as if she was staring at a newly-changed person, one that she could barely recognize.

Huo Liancheng met her stare. Her soft face loomed over the smoke, glistening under the soft lighting. Despite this, her eyes were still bright and clear, like a bullet going straight into his thoughts.

Cheng Muze secretly took a picture of the candid scene. Then, he opened up his WeChat and skimmed over the hundreds of messages he had missed out. Despite this, he couldn't be bothered. Wait till they get a load of this, he thought. Without warning, he sent the blurry pictures he had taken back at the car and switched the phone back to flight mode.

When Jian Yun snapped out of her thoughts, she saw that Liancheng had already smoked half a cigarette. Furthermore, he kept gazing at her with those narrowed eyes of his. Her face grew even redder as she turned away, wanting the smoke to just suck her in.

What the hell is wrong with her? She clearly didn't feel anything for him, so why did it feel as if she was losing her mind every time she was right next to him?

If she would always act like this, many would believe she was pining over her boss! And that was even more embarrassing!

Fortunately, before she could think too much into it, the food was already served. At the sight of the delectable dishes, Jian Yun could only stare at them indifferently. She had already lost her appetite. Besides, it was no fun to eat in silence. In the end, she made an excuse to pay and left the room.

Wu Wenjing followed her right out, leaving the two men behind.

"Jian Yun isn't that bad, huh?" Cheng Muze smirked.

Suddenly, Huo Liancheng's phone rang, interrupting his question. He gazed down and frowned upon seeing the Caller ID.

As soon as the call connected, a gentle voice sounded from the other end of the line. "Fourth Bro, is that bastard Cheng Muze with you right now?"

"It's for you." He handed him the phone.

Before Cheng Muze could pick up the phone, a loud string of curses came from the other line. He winced, bringing it far away from his ear. He waited till the cursing had subsided a bit before asking the man what it was about. "Well?" An excited but deliberately low voice sounded once again. "Is Fourth Bro really taken this time? Who's the woman?"

Not bothering to listen to the other man's interrogations, he hung up and flung his napkin onto the table. "We're done eating!" he said with a grin. "Let's go."

Huo Liancheng could only shoot a glare at his retreating figure.

When the two men had already gone out of the private room, Jian Yun was by the door talking on the phone. Wu Wenjing stood right beside her with a frown etched on her lips. It was obvious that the phone call didn't bring happy news.

"Are you even listening to me?" Mrs. Jian was on the other side of the line, and her voice had doubled over in a screech. Although Liancheng wasn't that close, the voice was loud enough for him to listen in. "I heard that he had just returned from studying in America, and he even studied law! He seems pretty well-established and his family–"

"Mom, I told you, I don't want to get married!" Jian Yun interrupted helplessly, tugging the strands of her hair. "Can you not force me to go on another one of those blind dates?"

"If you don't want to go on a blind date, then why don't you bring a boyfriend back home?" Mrs. Jian's voice rose an octave, and she suddenly screamed, "Don't think that I don't know how you've ghosted all your options every time we meet! Mr. Li had just opened up his own business, and he's a good person! How could you not like such a hardworking man?"

"Mom!" She gritted her teeth, rubbing her forehead. At this point, it was difficult to get through her mother like this. Jian Yun turned around to see Huo Liancheng standing behind her. Immediately, she covered her phone's receiver and responded lowly, "Mom, I still have other things to get to. I'll give you a call later, okay?"

Without bothering to wait for her mother's reply, she hung up.

Jian Yun flushed in embarrassment. Did he hear everything? She shifted closely as her hands stiffened around her phone, but before she could say another word, he walked around her wordlessly as if nothing had happened.

She pursed her lips and shook her head. Maybe she was just overthinking things.