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Tan Yan entered through the back door, carrying a bag of breakfast. His steps were steady as he navigated through the crowded room.
In his haste, he had removed his suit jacket, draping it over his arm. Underneath, he wore an expensive shirt with a button undone and his tie slightly loosened at his chest.
Everyone's eyes were on him, filled with curiosity, confusion, malice, and a subtle excitement. The gazes were far from friendly, yet Tan Yan offered no response to anyone.
He walked forward with calm composure, his noble features cold and devoid of warmth. Zheng Mengni casually looked up and happened to meet Tan Yan's inscrutable gaze. While discussions swirled around them, only his eyes held a serious intensity.
Amidst the sea of people, Zheng Mengni noticed the slight upward curve of his lips; that gentle expression was laden with meaning, as if everything was under his control. He was clever enough to have figured it out.
Zheng Mengni decided to drop the pretense and smiled brightly at him, her eyes crescent-shaped and strikingly beautiful. It seemed to say: I did it; what will you do about it?
Tan Yan did not pause in his stride; he returned to his seat with the breakfast he had bought for Zheng Mengni. He was already at the center of a media storm, so pulling someone else into it didn't matter much.
Tsk. Yet he still felt reluctant.
That afternoon, the Tan Family sent a car to take Tan Yan back to the main residence. He leisurely finished the bag of breakfast alone in the car.
Before he even stepped inside, an empty wine bottle shattered at his feet, crimson liquid splattering everywhere. Tan Yan bent down to wipe the damp hem of his trousers with a tissue.
Just as he straightened up halfway, someone yanked his hair forcefully, forcing him to tilt his head back. He received a sharp slap across the face that left it stinging.
Tan Yan said nothing, standing still as the disheveled woman rained blows upon him, enduring kick after kick without retaliating.
"Crazy woman! What are you losing your mind over now?"
Tan Yan's angry rebuke fell on deaf ears as Lin Suyue continued her assault. His expression remained as still as dead water, devoid of any emotion.
"Don't you know there's an election coming up? Stirring up trouble at this moment! Are you trying to drive me to my death?"
Lin Suyue kicked his knee in a frenzy, shouting, "Kneel down! You worthless beast!" Her voice thundered, raw with desperation as she demanded, "Why did you do this? What on earth is your goal? Come on! Speak up!"
Tan Yan slowly knelt down amidst the shards of glass scattered on the floor. It was as if he felt no pain; a gentle smile even tugged at the corners of his mouth. I thought that sitting in this position meant I could act without reason, especially when dealing with someone so insignificant.
His calm demeanor and indifferent gaze exuded a sense of superiority and disdain born from a strong sense of class.
Lin Suyue's delicate features momentarily froze before she erupted into a frenzied scream. She was crumbling, helpless, as she slapped Tan Yan repeatedly across the face. Her palm throbbed with pain, while Tan Yan's eyes remained vacant and distant, lost in thought.
She took the handkerchief offered by a servant and vigorously wiped the blood from her palm, but it only smeared further. Frustrated, she slammed the handkerchief against Tan Yan's face. "How am I supposed to explain this to you? Do you want me dead? Why couldn’t you wait? Why did you have to do something so foolish in these two months?"
Tan Yan remained silent, his indifferent attitude infuriating Lin Suyue even more. With determination, she dragged him toward the liquor cabinet.
She pulled out an expensive bottle of fine wine and smashed it over his head. Blood gushed down, mingling with the wine that seeped into Tan Yan's eyes. He merely blinked once, raising the back of his hand to wipe away the blood from his eyes. His vision began to blur as everything around him turned crimson.
His shirt was stained a deep red, a shocking mix of blood and wine that was particularly jarring to behold.
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