Chapter 113: Whatever You Need Me to Do, I'll Satisfy You

"Smack—" A light, crisp sound rang out.

Mi Lu let out a cry of surprise, her voice incredibly seductive.

"What's wrong?" Everyone looked at Mi Lu.

Jiang Muye was embarrassed, his face burning hot.

Only he and Mi Lu knew what had happened beneath the table. Something so intimate, so stimulating, brought Jiang Muye considerable distress.

Yet he couldn't just say it outright—that Mi Lu had been plotting against him under the dinner table.

Mi Lu was teasing him, seducing him!

He couldn't!

So was it easy for him?

Not easy at all!!! He had already rejected her, so why did this sexy older woman still have to force herself on him, and want to tease him even more!

Mi Lu chuckled softly and began speaking to everyone, "It's nothing, just a mosquito biting me. I slapped my thigh, that's all."

Everyone else was somewhat tipsy and excited, so naturally they didn't think much of it.

Mi Lu, however, directly placed both hands beneath her chin, gazing at Jiang Muye with an amiable smile, looking rather meaningful.

This time she didn't stretch her leg over again, but her hooked fox-like eyes kept sending signals at Jiang Muye.

Her fair skin was like a peeled lychee, and her cheeks, flushed from the alcohol, bloomed with springtime peach hues—a vivid, rosy beauty. Looking at Jiang Muye, her pretty lips began to curl upward.

Jiang Muye immediately started avoiding Mi Lu's electrifying gaze.

But Mi Lu wasn't about to let it go. She directly picked up her wine glass and said to Jiang Muye, "Come, let's have a drink."

With so many eyes on them, Jiang Muye naturally couldn't refuse Mi Lu and embarrass her.

Just as he picked up his glass to clink with Mi Lu's, he felt a warm, orchid-like breath assail him—the pleasant scent of her perfume at the tip of his nose, stimulating Jiang Muye.

Jiang Muye felt his body seemingly heating up. He looked in surprise as Mi Lu's hand slipped through the crook of his arm, initiating a cross-cupped toast.

Jiang Muye's whole body went stiff as he heard the cheers of the people around them: "Wow, a cross-cupped toast!"

Mi Lu very straightforwardly downed her glass in one go.

Her red lips curved slightly, and her charming eyes gazed directly and somewhat dazedly at Jiang Muye: "Not drinking yet?"

Jiang Muye's gaze swept over Leng Ruoli, who was sitting nearby. Her little face was lowered, her cheeks terribly pale, which filled Jiang Muye's heart with an indescribable ache.

Jiang Muye instantly became unhappy.

He set his wine glass down directly, without any desire to drink.

"Don't make jokes like that anymore. It's not funny," Jiang Muye said helplessly.

The System: 【Congratulations, Host, for rejecting Mi Lu. You have obtained two hundred Grit Points.】

Everyone present looked at Jiang Muye.

Mi Lu's smile stiffened for a moment. She had never imagined Jiang Muye would take it so seriously. She explained, "I was just joking. Since you don't like it, I just won't joke like that anymore, alright?"

"Mm." Jiang Muye nodded coolly. He didn't want to make the atmosphere awkward either, so he said, "Let's keep drinking and eating."

"Yes, yes, yes, let's drink!" Little White Dove began to smooth things over.

Only then did the atmosphere slowly return to the relaxed, pleasant feeling from before.

After Jiang Muye sat back down, he subconsciously looked at Leng Ruoli. When he noticed her hair clip slipping, he acted without hesitation.

Leng Ruoli trembled slightly and suddenly raised her head to look at Jiang Muye.

She could see his charming eyes, full of tenderness.

Even his fingers carried a warm curve, making Leng Ruoli's whole being warm along with them.

"Your hair clip fell. Let me put it back on for you." Jiang Muye's voice was gentle as a breeze, and the look in his eyes as he regarded Leng Ruoli was tender.

Leng Ruoli nodded shyly, her originally gloomy mood turning bright.

Jiang Muye leaned in and softly said to Leng Ruoli, "I only care about you. If I really had to find someone to drink a cross-cupped toast with, I'd only want it to be you."

If it were anyone else, he would rather not drink that glass at all.

Leng Ruoli looked at Jiang Muye in surprise: "I…"

At the dinner table, in front of Mi Lu, Jiang Muye very resolutely clasped hands with Leng Ruoli: "I said we're currently getting to know each other as future partners, so I can't ignore your feelings and let you be upset."

"If there's anything you're unhappy about, you can tell me completely, or if there's anything you need me to do, I'll satisfy you."

Leng Ruoli's eyelashes trembled, and the rims of her eyes had already grown somewhat wet.

In the days when she had secretly loved Jiang Muye, waiting for him to turn around and look at her had been too agonizing.

She had never imagined he could turn around and see her—a tiny existence like her, actually noticed by him.

She was just a speck of dust, but ever since he saw her, it turned out she could become a gem.

A dazzling, shining gem.

Leng Ruoli smiled sincerely and happily, and very consciously tightened her grip on Jiang Muye's palm.

Mi Lu was sitting right beside Jiang Muye. How could she possibly not have heard what Jiang Muye said? Her eyes were still full of laughter, but the wine glass in her hand didn't stop.

The alcohol rushed to her face, and Mi Lu directly began picking up a pork rib for Jiang Muye, saying, "Here, eat more meat. Don't you like pork ribs?"

"Thanks, you should replenish yourself a bit more." Jiang Muye, with measured restraint, put the rib back into Mi Lu's bowl.

Then Jiang Muye asked Leng Ruoli, "What do you want to eat? I'll pick it up for you."

"I'll just have some celery."

"Alright." Jiang Muye picked up some celery and placed it in Leng Ruoli's bowl.

In doing all this, Jiang Muye wanted to preserve Mi Lu's dignity while also letting her know to retreat in the face of difficulty.

He wanted Mi Lu to understand how much he cared about Leng Ruoli, and that she had absolutely no chance.

Jiang Muye didn't want Mi Lu to waste her efforts on him anymore, and even more so, he didn't want her to carry out the so-called 99 confessions.

More than anyone, he hoped Mi Lu could find her own happiness, and that he could survive those muddled days, step completely out of the shadows, and walk into the sunlight to embrace happiness.

While Leng Ruoli was eating with her head down, her long hair spilled forward. Jiang Muye unconsciously reached out and gently tucked Leng Ruoli's hair behind her ear.

Leng Ruoli's eyes brimmed with happiness, and looking at Jiang Muye, she couldn't help but laugh softly.

Jiang Muye felt a deep satisfaction in his heart.

He thought, Leng Ruoli must be his sunlight.

Otherwise, how could he see warmth descending in a world of darkness?

When Leng Ruoli ate, she really was like a little hamster—her pretty little face wore a satisfied expression, her pink cheeks slowly moving as she chewed, her red lips slightly moist, like jelly.

Most importantly, her beautiful, watery eyes held a smile as she gazed lightly at Jiang Muye, and Jiang Muye found it pleasing to the eye.

Jiang Muye couldn't help but have his appetite greatly aroused, and he began eating the dishes too.

Actually, he was a person who couldn't be happy without meat, but now he found the vegetables quite tasty.

Just as Jiang Muye and Leng Ruoli were eating face to face, Mi Lu's hand suddenly reached over.

Jiang Muye's wrist was grabbed by her fair, slender hand, and he felt a click at his hand—something had been placed on it.