Chapter 93: A Sudden Intrusion

The hand that had withdrawn halfway paused for a moment, then returned to caress her soft, fair cheek. His handsome, refined face drew closer little by little.

Realizing what he meant to do next, Meng Yier’s body stiffened at once. Unexpectedly, Yan Yichen’s cold, indifferent face flashed before her eyes.

At a time like this, the person she was thinking of was still Yan Yichen, and that made Meng Yier feel a little annoyed.

She could feel Koson’s faint breath brushing her cheek; his handsome face was right before her, his deep eyes clouded with longing, fixed upon her slightly parted lips.

Although Yan Yichen had his back to them, the atmosphere beside him had grown suddenly and strangely cold, and he could not help turning back.

Through the gap in the screen, he saw Koson draw closer and closer to Meng Yier. As a man himself, he naturally knew exactly what Koson intended to do.

Koson actually wanted to kiss his woman.

Yan Yichen’s eyes flared with raging fury. Anyone who dared covet his woman, whoever he might be, could not stop him from beating the man senseless.

With that thought, Yan Yichen was already resolved to act. He shot to his feet and was about to rush over to give Koson a savage thrashing.

At the very last instant, just before his lips were about to fall, Meng Yier turned her head aside and avoided the kiss coming down toward her.

They both froze. Even Yan Yichen, who was about to burst out, stopped in place and checked his steps.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and the anger in his eyes eased a little.

It was fortunate that his little girl had refused him; otherwise, he truly did not know what mad thing he might have done.

Koson was stunned for a moment, then gave a faint smile. Beneath that courteous, elegant expression there was a trace of surprise and awkwardness.

He straightened up, sat back down with unhurried composure, and lifted his glass to take a graceful sip of water.

Meng Yier lowered her eyes and pressed her lips together, a flicker of regret and shock passing through her heart.

She clearly admired Koson, and yet at such a moment she had instinctively refused him in that way.

“Just now... I was presumptuous.”

His deep, sensual voice spread softly through the air without the slightest ripple. The refined smile returned to his handsome face, as though everything just now had never happened.

“Hmm?”

Meng Yier looked up at him, somewhat dazed by Koson’s calm.

“It’s all right. It’s late, so I should go. Thank you... for dinner.”

“I’ll see you out.”

“No need. I’ll take a taxi home.”

Koson could see that she was deliberately avoiding him, and he made no further attempt to stop her. Indeed, he had been too hasty just now; he must have frightened her.

“Then... message me on WeChat when you get home.”

Meng Yier nodded and turned to leave.

Koson watched her flustered retreat for a long time. The smile on his face gradually faded, and a trace of disappointment rose in his heart.

“Director Koson, what a coincidence. You’re here too.”

A cool voice suddenly reached his ears, interrupting his thoughts. He looked up with a hint of confusion.

Yan Yichen had already sat down carelessly across from him, his exceptionally handsome face carrying a touch of amusement.

Koson smiled, the confusion in his eyes disappearing. “Mr. Yan, what a coincidence.”

Yan Yichen placed a hand on the table and tapped it lightly, languid and unhurried.

“Director Koson, I’m not disturbing you, am I?”

“Not at all. How could you say that?”

“Director Koson, I’ve already read the script. I’ve been wanting to find time to discuss a few ideas with you, but I never expected to run into you here.”