He Dared to Seduce Him So Openly!

Neither Father Wen nor the Wen Household's eldest young master had any intention of cozying up to him. The Wen Household's younger young master was even more interesting—he did not spare him the slightest bit of attention.

Father Wen and Wen Chenglin approached with wineglasses in hand, smiles on their lips. "Master Zhong is truly young and accomplished. Congratulations."

Although they all appeared glamorous in public, the rules still had to be observed when dealing with the Zhong Household. Thus, Father Wen had no choice but to use honorifics even when speaking to someone nearly the same age as his eldest son.

Zhong Mohan did not seem to mind. He calmly responded to Father Wen, while Wen Chenglin merely stood beside his father and drank with him.

As for Wen Chengze, he had even less of a place to speak and obediently shrank into the back.

He silently hoped this greeting would end soon. Although plenty of people wanted to curry favor with the new family head, no one in his family had the slightest intention of doing so.

However, this Master Zhong did not seem inclined to let them off so quickly.

His gaze swept over Wen Chengze before he spoke indifferently. "A few days ago, my cousin accidentally offended the young master. I wonder whether the apology gift I sent to your residence satisfied you?"

At those words, all three members of the Wen family were surprised.

They had assumed that Zhong family member was a cousin of the Zhong Household. They had not expected him to be a legitimate direct descendant of the Zhong Household.

That made this matter somewhat serious.

On the surface, it was an apology gift, but the implication behind it was rather thought-provoking.

The Zhong Household had offended quite a few people, yet they had never seen anyone receive an apology gift from them. It was always others rushing to apologize instead.

So was this apology gift a warning?

Father Wen and Wen Chenglin were racking their brains.

Wen Chengze thought even more deeply. Everything sent that day had been tried on by him, so was Zhong Mohan trying to tell them that their every move was under his control?

Wen Chengze was secretly alarmed. As expected, this new family head was no easy opponent.

All these thoughts flashed through their minds in an instant. Since the other party had called him out by name, Wen Chengze could no longer hide.

His clear eyes looked toward Zhong Mohan. "Thank you for your concern, Master Zhong. What happened that day was an accident. You have already apologized, so there is no need for those things. I will have someone return them to you tomorrow."

Zhong Mohan raised his brows, a slight chill in his voice. "You do not like those things? Or do you dislike the Zhong Household's way of handling matters?"

The instant he said that, the temperature around them seemed to drop.

Wen Chengze pressed his lips together.

Why did he feel that this Master Zhong was doing it on purpose?

Was he planning to push the Wen Household into the eye of the storm?

Father Wen and Wen Chenglin also frowned. What did Zhong Mohan mean by this?

Even if he had just taken office and wanted to establish his authority, he should not have started with them.

Just as Father Wen was about to say something, Wen Chengze spoke first. "Master Zhong is overthinking it. It was only a cup of milk tea. If I accepted such valuable gifts, it would make the Wen family seem greedy. What is past is past."

Who did not know how to deflect a powerful blow with minimal effort?

That one sentence both brought up what had happened before and made the Wen family's stance clear.

Wen Chengze looked at Zhong Mohan and silently raised Zhong Mohan's danger level by another notch. He absolutely could not provoke this man in the future. He needed to stay as far away from him as possible.

At the same time, however, Wen Chengze's impression of Zhong Mohan plummeted to rock bottom.

Although this man was handsome and did not look like some useless rich second-generation heir, the fact that he wanted to turn the Wen Household into a living target was unforgivable.

If they accepted those gifts tonight, it would mean they were bound to the Zhong Household for good.

Although their family was loyal to the Zhong Household, in the current situation, everyone needed to leave themselves a way out.

What Zhong Mohan was doing was underhanded.

Seeing the Wen family's meaning, Zhong Mohan did not insist further. He casually said a few more words before turning to speak with the others who had come to greet him.

Looking at Zhong Mohan, Wen Chengze pushed his cheek with his tongue. He could not help making that gesture whenever he was annoyed, and it was clear that Zhong Mohan's calculation against him had made him very unhappy.

He was starting to suspect that even crashing into him that day had been deliberate.

Because of what had just happened, Father Wen and Wen Chenglin both looked displeased. However, it was not appropriate to discuss such matters at the banquet, so they could only endure it for now.

It was only a minor interruption. The banquet continued, and Zhong Mohan remained the center of everyone's attention.

"Brother, I'm going to the restroom." Not wanting to stay here any longer, Wen Chengze found an excuse to slip away and hide for a while.

But as Wen Chengze headed out, he suddenly felt something was wrong with his body.

Frowning, he turned and walked toward the restroom.

As he walked, he recalled what he had eaten earlier.

It seemed that aside from that glass of champagne, he had not consumed anything else.

Damn it.

The moment he entered the restroom, Wen Chengze immediately turned on the tap and splashed handful after handful of water onto his face.

Yet the heat inside his body was not suppressed in the slightest.

The hand braced against the sink was already trembling. After taking a deep breath, Wen Chengze pulled out his phone to call his brother.

But his hand shook, and the phone fell straight into the sink.

Clicking his tongue, Wen Chengze reached for it with trembling hands.

Just as he got the phone back into his hand, Wen Chengze suddenly heard a voice. "Sir, what is wrong? You do not look well. Do you need me to take you somewhere to rest?"

His guard immediately rose, but Wen Chengze could feel the strength draining from his body bit by bit. He could barely even hold himself up against the sink. If he stayed here any longer, he might encounter something even more frightening.

"Mm."

This waiter looked like a decent person. He supported Wen Chengze properly by the arm and led him upstairs.

After entering the room and noticing that no one else was inside, Wen Chengze let out a breath of relief. It seemed this waiter had really only brought him here to rest because he was unwell.

"Please rest here for a while, sir. I'll go prepare some hangover soup for you."

After the waiter left, Wen Chengze could not help undoing two buttons of his shirt. His delicate collarbones were exposed to the air, but that faint coolness could not extinguish the fire burning through his body.

Biting his lip, Wen Chengze still intended to get his phone, but he had no strength at all by then. The phone slipped directly from his pocket onto the carpet.

Wen Chengze panted as he bent down to pick up the phone from the carpet.

With a click, he heard the door open again.

Assuming it was the waiter, Wen Chengze did not pay much attention and continued reaching for his phone.

The man who opened the door was met with the sight of a slender young man bending over to pick up his phone. The smooth lines of his back extended downward to a pert curve, instantly drawing all of his attention.

His already irritable mood reached its peak at that moment.

Casually loosening his tie, the man strode into the room.

He wanted to see who had the audacity to pull such a stunt at this banquet—who dared to seduce him so openly!