Chapter 77: Sooner or Later, She Will Be Mine

Meng Yi’er let out a gentle breath.

She walked to the bathroom door, placed her slippers at the threshold, and stepped inside barefoot. Having long grown accustomed to the refined luxury of his home, the sight of the expansive bathing area and the enormous pure-white bathtub no longer stirred much emotion in her.

Yi’er drew the bath, slipped out of her clothes, and lay down in the tub. As her naked body was completely submerged in the warm water, it seemed as if the day’s gloom and exhaustion were instantly washed away. The water flowed across her like soft satin, enveloping her skin in warmth, and the cold blood in her veins seemed to gradually regain its warmth.

She sighed contentedly, reclining against the edge of the bathtub. Her body relaxed, and an overwhelming wave of fatigue swept over her, compelling Yi’er to gently close her eyes.

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An hour and a half later.

Yan Yichen, clad in a loose white bathrobe, sat on the sofa downstairs, sipping red wine with a hint of anxiety in his eyes. His gaze kept drifting toward the door on the left side of the second floor.

What was going on with that girl?

How could she take so long just to shower?

He had already been waiting for her downstairs for an hour.

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The doorbell rang suddenly. Yan Yichen glanced at the entrance, rose impatiently, and opened the door.

Mo Bei walked in, letting out a long sigh. “Yichen, your fans are truly something. Even in this sweltering heat, they’re camped out in front of the pet hospital. I was so scared I didn’t dare go in. In the end, I had to ask a passerby to quietly help me get out.”

Yan Yichen and Mo Bei had been through much together over the years, always inseparable, sharing every triumph and setback. As Yichen’s fame soared, Mo Bei’s reputation had risen just as sharply, and he was now one of the entertainment industry’s most renowned agents. Anyone who knew Yan Yichen knew that his manager was the legendary Mo Bei.

If Mo Bei were spotted at the pet hospital, the fans would surely corner him and demand to know Yichen’s whereabouts.

As he spoke, he gently set Furball down and tossed Meng Yi’er’s backpack to Yan Yichen.

Yichen caught it and said coolly, “Mo Bei, it won’t be long before the media breaks news about me. Contact the PR department—I don’t want her to get dragged into this.”

“Alright, I understand.” Mo Bei nodded in agreement, glanced around, and asked, “Where’s Yi’er? Where did she go?”

Yan Yichen’s gaze sharpened, a warning glint in his eyes.

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She was his Yi’er; he didn’t want to hear anyone else call her that, especially not any man. Even he himself hadn’t addressed her that way yet—no one else could, not even a brother.

Mo Bei, catching Yichen’s fierce look, shook his head helplessly and burst out laughing. “She’s not even your woman yet, and you’re already so protective? Yichen, I think you’ve fallen hard for this woman…”

“She’ll be mine sooner or later,” Yan Yichen declared, a trace of light flickering in his deep eyes, his words both a vow to himself and a warning to others.

Mo Bei watched Yichen’s resolute expression and smiled faintly. “Alright, I’ll wait… Miss Meng truly is unlike other women—she’s worthy of you.”

He had only met Meng Yi’er twice, but Mo Bei, who had encountered countless people, could see from her eyes that she would never—

The warm water flowed around her, as gentle and comforting as her mother’s hand caressing her back to lull her to sleep when she was a child.