Chapter 29: Yan Yichen’s Housekeeper (Part 1)

"Any more questions?"

Meng Yier awkwardly pointed to her drenched clothes and spoke in a soft voice, "Mr. Yan, I need to go back and change."

Yan Yichen's gaze shifted to her, sweeping over her from head to toe. She was soaked through, even her hair was damp, a few strands clinging carelessly to her face, lending her an indescribable sensuality. The wet pajamas hugged her body, revealing every curve to his eyes.

This girl looked slender and petite, but her figure was surprisingly alluring—everything in its place, curves and contours, her skin fine and fair, droplets of water still clinging to her. The sunlight streaming in shimmered brightly on her, almost dazzling.

Yan Yichen let out a satisfied, gentle laugh. Her figure seemed even more captivating than it had been six years ago.

Meng Yier noticed the intensity in his eyes lingering on her body, her cheeks flushing. Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her chest and, embarrassed and angry, demanded, "What—what are you staring at?"

Yan Yichen quickly looked away, feeling a restless heat in his body that he could barely contain. He dared not look again at this scene that made his blood race. Snatching a nearby bath towel, he tossed it to her and turned hastily to retreat inside.

He feared he might lose control and devour her whole, so he fled in a rather flustered manner, though he tried his best to disguise it, afraid she might see through him.

Meng Yier watched his retreating back in confusion. Since he hadn’t refused, she took it as tacit approval.

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Returning home, Meng Yier washed her hair and showered, then changed into clean clothes. She cursed Yan Yichen and herself countless times in her heart.

She lamented how devious Yan Yichen was, truly her nemesis—every encounter with him brought misfortune, and he always bullied her.

She was consumed by regret, berating herself for meddling where she shouldn’t have; she had only brought trouble upon herself.

Meng Yier dawdled for a long while. It was past six when she finally made her way to the door opposite hers, knocking on Yan Yichen’s door.

She had barely knocked when the door swung open instantly. She blinked in surprise, staring at her own hand suspended in the air, then at the man inside.

How eager was he to have her come and do his dirty work?

Yan Yichen had changed into a white T-shirt and loose, dark gray casual pants. His hair was dry, fluffy and slightly tousled, giving him a fresh, clean look—sunlit and bright, seemingly worlds away from his dark, scheming demeanor.

Truly a master of disguise!

Yet it was clear he was already growing impatient. His deep-set eyes held a trace of coldness and anger.

"Good evening, Mr. Yan," Meng Yier greeted him with a forced smile.

Yan Yichen pressed his lips together and said nothing, only nodding lightly to signal her to enter.

Meng Yier followed him inside. Earlier, when she’d returned home sopping wet to change, she’d walked past here, but had only felt embarrassed and hadn’t paid much attention.

Now she realized his apartment was exactly the same layout as hers, only decorated differently.

Half the living room was filled with fitness equipment, and the rooftop boasted a spacious swimming pool. Everything in the house was refined and tastefully arranged—a clear sign the owner was a man who understood life and loved sports.

Yan Yichen went straight to the sofa and sat down, tapping away at the computer keyboard on the coffee table, never once looking up, as if Meng Yier didn’t exist.

She was used to his indifferent manner and paid him no mind, wandering around his home on her own.

After a circuit, she found his place was spotless, needing no cleaning at all.

Bored, she returned to the sofa and saw Yan Yichen still focused on his computer, showing no intention of acknowledging her. She spoke slowly, "Mr. Yan, is there anything you need me to do? The place is so clean, there’s nothing to tidy up."

Yan Yichen finally looked up, glancing at her with a cool gaze. "No cleaning today—"

Relief washed over Meng Yier, and she let out a sigh. "Then I’ll—" leave now.

Before she could finish, Yan Yichen spoke in a low voice, "I’m hungry—"