and a two-story building. But there was no one in the courtyard, and there was no sign of life in the building. It was very quiet!Lin Meng turned her gaze to Rong Ling, expressing her confusion."Jus...Lin Meng hadn't expected Jiang Yichen to come looking for her at all. After receiving the notice from the security guard, she instinctively didn't believe it. Of all people in the world who couldn't forgive her, it was Jiang Yichen. After she returned home, in their few encounters, he had never given her a good look. He would simply ignore her, walking past her face as if she wasn't there; or upon seeing her, he would turn and leave immediately.

He came to find her, and at this moment, she immediately knew that it was for Jiang Po浪. So, she couldn't push him away. But—her heart trembled. What he did was so obvious, so bold, to come straight to her house! This was too blatant. Wasn't he supposed to prevent Rong Ling from discovering the relationship between her and him, as well as Jiang Chengfeng!

In her confusion, she encountered Jiang Yichen.

Jiang Yancheng towards Lin Meng, his heart had an eternal unbreakable knot, and was even too lazy to be insincere with her. As soon as he sat down, he got straight to the point.

"Xiao Lang's matter, Feng should have told you already"

As expected!

Lin Meng nodded, but her heart was filled with a strange fear. After all, as the saying goes, "Nothing happens by chance, things happen for a reason."

"Then I won't waste your time. Listen up, I need you to do me a favor!" He paused for a second before continuing in a cold voice. "That is, go to Rong San's office and steal some military intelligence about the South China Sea."

What!

Lin Meng's eyes widened in disbelief. She couldn't believe this! Was he asking her to steal How could he possibly ask her to do such a thing!

"I..." She trembled her lips, instinctively wanting to refuse, but before she could utter a proper word, Jiang Yichen's stern and icy gaze forced her back.

"This is what you owe Xiaolang. You have to do it. Rong San killed Xiaolang, logically speaking, you should personally avenge him. Now, it's just asking you to do a small favor, and you're unwilling Humph!"

His gaze was cold, mocking, enough to shame her to death! But she hadn't made up her mind. She was angry, resentful, hateful...but on the other side stood Rong Ling. This made it difficult for her to simply cast aside everything and say she hated him. Besides, the two children at home were under Rong San's care.

"You don't look too willing, do you" Jiang Yancheng pointed out bluntly, looking at Lin Meng's slightly stiff face. He mocked again. "It seems my son really brought back a white-eyed wolf. I told you, people like you who are ungrateful shouldn't be saved, shouldn't be forgiven, and shouldn't be relied upon. But Chengfeng insisted on saying so much good about you, and desperately persuaded me and my wife to forgive you, even revealing your revenge plan in advance. This is really infuriating!"

She was left humiliated by his words, feeling as if her heart itself had been ripped apart. The pain and shame were unbearable.

She hung her head heavily, instinctively defending herself. "I... I couldn't get it..."

"Excuses!" he cut her off coldly. "There are always ways, and I firmly believe that with your intelligence, this would be very easy to accomplish. Besides, your son learned from Rong San's people, didn't he He used to run to Rong San all the time! You can use this as an opportunity to get close. And your son is very close to Rong San's precious granddaughter, isn't he Just by doing what I suggested, you could make it happen!"

Her face turned pale. What was he doing...using the child against her!

How can this be!

"I can't use the children!" She clenched her fists, staring hard at Jiang Yichen.

Jiang Yichen smiled enigmatically. "I only gave you a hint!"

Her heart sank. This was a hint, perhaps the only one she had. The only excuse she could use to go to Rong San's place was the children. But the children, she couldn't use them, absolutely not!

"I can't get in!"

"The way is what people think!"

"There were guards everywhere in the house, there was no way out."

"Oh!" Jiang Yichen's voice dragged out slightly, with a hint of playful mockery. But suddenly, the lines on his face hardened, his jaw clenched tightly, a flush of anger coloring his features.

"Don't tell me your child hasn't been alone in that office; don't tell me the one named MuMu could still be kept away by security guards; there, it is her home!"

Lin Meng immediately gasped. Thinking about it, he still wanted her to use the children. But had he ever thought about what kind of harm this would do to the children! Not to mention, if something happened, what would the children do How could she face them!

But could she argue back She was already becoming the "ungrateful" person in his heart. If she said a few more words hinting at refusal, she was afraid she would truly anger him.

"Will be found out!"

She bit her lip hard.

"Hmph..." Jiang Yichen sneered. "You might as well just tell me that you don't want to do it, that you don't want revenge. Letting you go get the information, could you really be dumb enough to take the original copy You wouldn't have taken a picture!"

But there's no such thing as an impenetrable wall in this world. If we were to be found...

"You still care about this! About the feelings between Rong San and Li I thought you should hate Rong San just like me!"

Saying that, he glared at Lin Meng very unhappily.

"Things have come to this point, what's the use of finding out! It's either you die or I live, who ever thought about surviving!"

Suddenly, he stood up from his seat, towering over Lin Meng with an imposing and threatening gaze.

“I’ve said enough. If you’re truly willing, you could handle this perfectly. I don’t need you here, it’s just that since you’re living on Xiaolang’s life, you should contribute to this revenge plan. I'm giving you a chance to prove yourself to me, to my family, and to the underground Xiaolang faction. Show us who you truly are. (..tw handsome novel) I'll only give you two days. Two days is all I ask for. Before that day after tomorrow, you must deliver what’s owed. Otherwise…”

He suddenly let out a cold laugh, his face contorting with malice.

"Hello, take care of yourself!"

After finishing his words, he stormed off in anger.

Lin Meng's next step was simply to choose between two paths.

One plan is to steal data, that's what he wants to see most. The foundations of the Rong family have been built for hundreds of years, it won't be easy to bring them down. He has some evidence against Rong San in his hands, and through the He family, some of it has also fallen into the hands of the disciplinary inspection department. But after all, Rong San is powerful and influential, so it's impossible to bring him down all at once. Now that the situation in the South China Sea is tense, with multiple countries conducting reconnaissance, the military side must have secret plans and strategies for the South China Sea. Those documents will inevitably go through Rong San's hands. At such a tense moment, if we can get those documents from Rong San's hands and, after his proper manipulation, spread them out, it would be enough to give Rong San the charge of "treason." In this way, Rong San wouldn't even dream of climbing back up for the rest of his life. When he is no longer the head of the army, Rong San will just be an ordinary person, and killing him would be as easy as turning your hand over.

Another point is that Lin Meng didn't steal anything. However, with him showing up at Lin Meng's doorstep like this today, it's bound to raise suspicion from many people, including Rong Ling, Rong San, and other interested parties. Even if she doesn't steal the data, he could force her into a corner, making it seem as if she was in cahoots with him. She took Xiaolang's life, so this time, she wouldn't be able to escape unscathed!

Humph, there's no such thing as a free lunch in this world!

Jiang Yichen's plan was a tight, impenetrable web, cast over Lin Meng. Though it didn't fully bind her, it was ready to spring, cutting off her escape route. Unknowingly, Lin Meng was caught in the crosshairs of Jiang Yichen's words, her mind racing with confusion and anxiety, as if about to explode. Her nerves frayed, she nervously began to bite her fingernails.

Do it, or don't!

The moment she recalled Rong San's persecution of her in the past, his cruelty towards her father, and how he ultimately took her life but made Xiaolang die for her in vain, she knew she had to do it. Even if it brought about another kind of guilt, she still—had to!

What should I do!

Exploiting children!

She's already in enough trouble, that guilt and shame are enough for her to bear alone. How can she bring the children into this But without using her two children, what else could she do!

"Ah, you're back!"

She belatedly greeted him, slowly lowering her hands that had been clutching her head. Her gaze lingered on the flowers he was holding for a few extra seconds.

How do you feel!

He gently asked, walking forward.

Much better.

Then her face flushed slightly as she saw him offer her a large bouquet of crimson roses.

Have a look.

His gaze, faintly imbued with tenderness.

She suddenly felt a release of tension throughout her body. All the things that had been weighing on her mind seemed to lighten and fade away.

"Hmm."

A sweet feeling welled up in her heart as she replied, taking the large bouquet of red roses. She lowered her head and inhaled their fragrance deeply. As the faint scent wafted around her, she enjoyed it, her eyes closing with pleasure, a breathtaking smile curving her lips.

His heart skipped a beat, and he gently clasped the back of her head with one hand, leaving a light kiss on her cheek. She felt it, slightly opening her eyes to give him a shy glance before closing them again, contentedly watching the bouquet of flowers.

He also sent her flowers!

He furrowed his brows slightly, for as he loosened his grip, several strands of black hair clung directly to his palm.

He was a little unhappy inside!

This woman!

He got up and went to the dressing table on one side, taking a wooden comb and naturally brushing her hair.

“Eh!” she softly gasped, her two rosy ear tips blushing crimson, but she didn't reach out to stop him. She just felt the wooden comb gliding silently through her hair, it was so comfortable. Besides, this man sat beside her, and all she needed to do was lean forward slightly to bury her face in his chest. He was too close, so close that she could smell his scent. She sniffed, inhaling deeply, then twisted her waist and leaned into his chest.

His eyebrows furrowed this time, never relaxing. With a sweep of the wooden comb, the dark, broken strands that fell were like daggers to his eyes. He gathered all those short hairs in his palm and slowly, after tidying her hair completely, he sent the full handful to her face and coldly rebuked her.

What's going on!

She was also a little startled, her eyes widening suddenly. That large black mass, slightly elongated as it fell, looked rather terrifying, even a bit like a horror movie.

He lifted her chin, not allowing her to retreat back into his chest or hide her gaze from him.

"I'm not home, so this is how you mistreat yourself!"

She quickly shook her head, she...she really didn't know it would be like this! This man was now looking so unhappy, making her a little scared.

"What on earth are you thinking!" He pulled a face and pinched her chin hard.

She winced slightly from the pain.

"I really want to pry open your skull and see what's inside!" His voice was laced with anger.

She was speechless, only feeling a deep emptiness and a heavy sense of grievance. She felt very heartbroken.

He bit her lip hard, a warning in his touch.

"No matter what you're thinking, this body is mine. If you dare to abuse it again next time, I'll make you look good!"

His cold, sharp eyes radiated gloom, proving his anger was far from mild.

Her heart ached. He was angry, which meant he cared! But it was also sweet. This man was so good.

Softly calling out "Rong Ling," she wanted to act coquettish and burrowed deeper into his arms. But he pushed her away with one hand and glared at her coldly.

"Give me some time to reflect!"

He stood up.

"Róng Líng…" she called him pitifully.

He ignored her and bent down, picking up all the stray hairs on the floor, including some that had fallen onto the bed. The more he picked, the darker his face became, and the colder and gloomier his aura. She didn't dare speak, clutching the vibrant red rose tightly to her chest. She didn't even dare breathe, carefully watching him with wide eyes, her gaze flitting around him.

Just then she saw him go into the bathroom with his head in his hands. Then a faint smell of burning came through, like something was on fire. She wrinkled her nose and immediately put the rose aside, threw off the mosquito net and got out of bed, walking towards the bathroom. Before she even reached it, however, she ran into him coming out.

He glared at her again.

"Get back in bed!"

"What are you burning!" she peered in, feigning ignorance.

He glared at her again, strode in, swept past her small waist, his big hand following closely behind, and slapped her plump buttocks.

She gasped, twisting her hips away and reaching for his arm. Then she glared at him defiantly, accusingly.

"You hit someone!"

“I could still go easy on you.” He snorted coldly, pinching her buttocks hard enough to make them hurt. “Get back in bed!”

“Lying around all day, huh” She mumbled in complaint, shifting her weight back and forth, trying to get away. But no matter where she hid, there was no escaping his clutches. He landed another hit. It wasn't actually that painful, after all, she had plenty of padding back there. But at her age, being spanked by a man... the feeling was just humiliating.

"Stop fighting, I need to go back and lie down!"

She was eager to get back on the bed, but the man held her tightly in his arms.

Okay, now he won't let go!

--- Aside ---

It's the beginning of the month again...

Monthly passes, if you're willing to give them, please do so...

Oh...

Thank you, Momo. as they sit in that position, they will look different from others, always more elegant and noble than others! Look at Rong Qikeng now, it's the same. All of a sudden, his whole person is radiant, an...