Yang Chen realized who King Yueyin was now, but it was already too late. The petite woman before him had already wrapped herself tightly around him like an octopus.
Yang Chen had known it would turn out this way. King Yueyin would not casually dismiss her servants to discuss matters with him alone. The only one who would do such a thing was Hua Wanru.
He had not expected that if he did not come, it would be fine—but the moment he came, he had happened to run into Hua Wanru.
Yang Chen wore a bitter smile. Compared to King Yueyin, although he did not wish to see the former, he was even less willing to see Hua Wanru, especially not in such an intimate entanglement with her.
He still remembered what she had reduced him to last time.
At that thought, Yang Chen shuddered. He had been somewhat immersed in the moment, but immediately pushed Hua Wanru away and kept his distance from her.
"Hua Wanru, you made my life miserable last time. Was it not enough? Do you still want to make it even worse?" Yang Chen's tone was cold and hard.
"Hehehe, how do you know I am definitely Hua Wanru and not King Yueyin?" Hua Wanru laughed coquettishly. "Why do you not think that perhaps King Yueyin suddenly changed her heart toward you and took the initiative to throw herself into your arms?"
"I have that much self-awareness." Yang Chen shook his head with an icy expression. "Hua Wanru, if you came looking for me this time, just say what you have to say."
Hua Wanru smiled radiantly. "It is nothing. I have not had many chances to come out all this time. Now that I have just come out, I saw you. This is fate