Daring to Seduce Him So Openly!

Neither Father Wen nor the eldest young master of the Wen family had any intention of cozying up to him. The younger Wen son was even more interesting—he had not the slightest intention of acknowledging him at all.

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

Although they were all glamorous and distinguished in public, once they encountered members of the Zhong family, the proper rules still had to be observed. Thus, Father Wen had no choice but to use honorifics even when facing someone nearly the same age as his eldest son.

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

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

He silently wished this greeting would end soon. Though many people now wished to curry favor with this new family head, their family had no such intention.

Yet this Master Zhong had no intention of letting them go so quickly.

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

The three men of the Wen family were all startled by those words.

They had assumed that Zhong family member was merely a cousin of the Zhong family. They had not expected him to be a legitimate direct-line young master of the Zhong family.

That made this matter somewhat serious.

On the surface, it was an apology gift, but the meaning behind it was deeply thought-provoking.

The Zhong family had offended many people, yet they had never seen anyone receive an apology gift from them. It had always been others rushing to apologize instead.

So was this apology gift a warning?

Father Wen and Wen Chenglin's minds raced.

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

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 turned to 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 a brow, a trace of chill in his voice. "You do not like those things? Or do you not like the Zhong family's way of handling matters?"

The moment those words fell, the temperature around them seemed to plummet.

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 family into the spotlight?

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 has misunderstood. It was only a cup of milk tea. If I accepted such expensive gifts, it would make the Wen family seem greedy. What is past is past."

Who did not know how to deflect a heavy blow with a light touch?

With one sentence, he could bring up what had happened before while also making the Wen family's stance clear.

Wen Chengze looked at Zhong Mohan and silently raised his danger rating by another level. 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, Wen Chengze's impression of Zhong Mohan had fallen to rock bottom.

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

If they had accepted those gifts tonight, it would have meant they were tied to the Zhong family for good.

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

What Zhong Mohan had done was underhanded.

Seeing the Wen family's attitude, Zhong Mohan did not press the matter further. He casually exchanged a few more words before turning to speak with the others who came to greet him.

Watching Zhong Mohan, Wen Chengze pushed his tongue against his cheek. Whenever he was annoyed, he could not help making that gesture. It was clear that Zhong Mohan's scheming against him had displeased him greatly.

He was even beginning to suspect that the collision that day had been deliberate.

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

It was merely a small interlude. The banquet continued, and Zhong Mohan remained the center of everyone's attention.

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

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

Frowning, he turned and walked toward the restroom.

As he walked, he recalled what he had eaten just now.

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 faucet and splashed handful after handful of water onto his face.

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

The hand braced against the sink was already beginning to tremble. After taking a deep, ragged breath, Wen Chengze took 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 again with trembling hands.

Just as he picked up his phone, 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 vigilance immediately rose, but Wen Chengze could feel the strength in his body gradually draining away. He could barely even hold onto the sink. If he stayed here, he might encounter something even more terrifying.

"Mm."

This waiter looked like a decent person. He properly supported Wen Chengze with his fingers and led him upstairs.

Once inside the room, Wen Chengze noticed that no one else was there and let out a breath of relief. It seemed this waiter had truly brought him here to rest because he was unwell.

"Sir, rest here for a moment. I will prepare some sobering soup for you."

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

Biting his lip, Wen Chengze still intended to retrieve his phone, but he had no strength at all now. The phone slipped straight 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.

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

What the man who opened the door saw was a slender young man bent over to pick up his phone. The smooth lines of his back extended down to his rounded hips, instantly drawing all of his attention.

The irritation that had already been simmering within him reached its peak at that moment.

He casually loosened his tie and stepped into the room.

He wanted to see who had the nerve to tamper with things at this banquet—and dared to seduce him so openly!