Chen Jinzhao's interest was instantly piqued.
He never expected Nightingale to be Yu Mengzhi's good friend. What a coincidence!
He pretended to be puzzled and asked, "But how come I've never heard of Mengzhi having a friend like you? Are you sure you're not tricking me?"
Leng Jiaying chuckled, her beautiful eyes sending a flirtatious glance his way. "Of course, you wouldn't know. I only returned to the country not long ago. I've been abroad for further studies for the past few years. Mengzhi must know this, she just never mentioned me to you."
Studying abroad?
More like training at a Black Blood base, Chen Jinzhao mused.
He smiled without saying a word.
"So, are you interested in having a couple of drinks with me now? Don't worry, I absolutely won't tell Mengzhi," Leng Jiaying purred, her gaze alluring. Any other man would have been captivated by now, their souls lost.
But Chen Jinzhao was different.
What kind of beauties hadn't he seen?
Leng Jiaying alone was not enough to make him fall.
He chuckled, "Mengzhi is truly unlucky to have a friend like you. Guess what would happen if I told her what you said tonight? How would she see you?"
Leng Jiaying's smile froze. She realized Chen Jinzhao was indeed difficult to deal with.
Truth be told, she did have a slight interest in Chen Jinzhao, considering he was rumored to be China's strongest individual soldier. However, her primary motive was to disrupt the relationship between Chen Jinzhao and Yu Mengzhi, so as not to impede her further control over the Yu family.
"Oh, don't be like that..." Leng Jiaying feigned a coquettish tone.
She could shift her demeanor flexibly, confident she could win Chen Jinzhao over with this tactic.
However, Chen Jinzhao no longer looked at her with the same interest. He calmly stated, "If you want to have a proper conversation, I'm willing to accompany you. But if you have any other intentions, I advise you to give up. I'm not interested in you."
Leng Jiaying muttered inwardly.
She didn't believe Chen Jinzhao could remain unmoved. It was just a matter of time.
"Alright, alright, I won't say anything more. Let's just drink," Leng Jiaying pouted.
One had to admit.
Leng Jiaying was adept at pretense and knew how to please men, likely having studied the art thoroughly.
For instance—
While they were drinking, Leng Jiaying would subtly inquire about Chen Jinzhao's past and then praise his virtues. Anyone else would have been flattered beyond belief.
Even Chen Jinzhao, his senses dulled by alcohol, found himself buoyed by her praise.
What set Chen Jinzhao apart was his ability to maintain his rational boundaries at crucial moments, never succumbing to Leng Jiaying's advances.
Compared to the composed Chen Jinzhao, Leng Jiaying grew somewhat anxious.
She had never met such a self-controlled man. To entice him, she had even pressed her chest against his arm, yet Chen Jinzhao remained utterly still, his gaze unwavering. Inwardly, Leng Jiaying cursed, "Stubborn eunuch, do you really think you're Tang Sanzang! I refuse to believe I can't stir your passion!"
After several rounds of drinks.
Chen Jinzhao glanced at Leng Jiaying, whose face was flushed, and said mildly, "We've finished our drinks, and we've chatted enough. It's time to go home."
Knowing Chen Jinzhao's defenses were difficult to breach, Leng Jiaying changed her strategy. She rubbed her temples and said, "Well, that's it for tonight then. Let's have drinks together again sometime."
They walked to the entrance of the bar.
Leng Jiaying stumbled as she walked and even vomited by the roadside.
If he hadn't known her other identity, he would have been fooled by her convincing act. He was curious to see what other tricks Leng Jiaying had up her sleeve.
A short while later.
Leng Jiaying's face turned pale, looking quite frail. She weakly said to Chen Jinzhao, "I... I can't make it. Chen Jinzhao, could you take me home? I can't get back by myself. You know, places like bars are filled with all sorts of people, and if some bad guys target me, you might see my news on television."
Seeing that Chen Jinzhao didn't immediately agree, Leng Jiaying added, "If you're worried about Mengzhi suspecting anything, I'll call her right now and explain."
Before Chen Jinzhao could refuse, Leng Jiaying actually called Yu Mengzhi.
Midway through the conversation, she handed the phone to Chen Jinzhao, urging him to speak to Yu Mengzhi. Helpless, Chen Jinzhao had to follow Yu Mengzhi's instructions and take Leng Jiaying home.
This woman was quite cunning.
On the taxi ride, she deliberately feigned unconsciousness, resting her head on Chen Jinzhao's lap, much to the taxi driver's amusement, who undoubtedly imagined a passionate night ahead.
Chen Jinzhao couldn't be bothered to explain.
Leng Jiaying lived in a high-end apartment in the city center, a luxurious flat with a panoramic view of Ninghai's nightscape.
As they opened the door and Leng Jiaying arrived home.
Chen Jinzhao was about to leave when Leng Jiaying grabbed his hand and said, "Wait for me. Let me take a quick shower. I'm afraid I'll faint in the bathroom from drinking too much tonight. It'll only take ten minutes."
"Don't leave."
"Otherwise, I'll call Mengzhi again."
Chen Jinzhao was completely defeated and sat obediently on the sofa to wait.
However, he could guess Leng Jiaying's intentions with his eyes closed. So, he discreetly placed his phone in a hidden corner near the sofa, planning to surprise Leng Jiaying later.
In the bathroom.
Leng Jiaying let the warm water cascade over her body. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, there was no trace of drunkenness in her eyes.
Her previous intoxication had been an act.
"I refuse to believe Chen Jinzhao won't be moved after I've gone this far. I will make China's strongest 'Candle Dragon' fall at my feet."
"This would truly be a remarkable achievement."
After cleaning herself in the bathroom, Leng Jiaying emerged, clad only in a towel that barely reached mid-thigh, revealing much and drawing the eye.
Even Chen Jinzhao had to admit the woman was well-endowed.
He had initially intended to tease Leng Jiaying, but to his surprise, she completely threw him off guard. As she walked towards him, her foot slipped, her towel instantly fell off, and she tumbled into Chen Jinzhao's arms.
"Oh dear!"
Leng Jiaying's face turned crimson, appearing genuinely embarrassed.
Chen Jinzhao almost fell for it.
Especially when he caught sight of certain things, he nearly lost control. He coughed and said, "Get up first, then put on your towel. I should be going soon."
Without a word, Leng Jiaying wrapped her fair arms around Chen Jinzhao's neck and leaned in to kiss him.
Is this for real?
Chen Jinzhao lost his patience and decided to confront Leng Jiaying.
"What are you trying to do?" he asked directly.
Leng Jiaying giggled, "What am I trying to do? Isn't it obvious? It's you, of course. I've gone this far, surely you can't remain unmoved? Don't suppress your desires, do what you want. Otherwise, what kind of man are you?"
Chen Jinzhao countered, "Are you serious?"
"Of course, I'm serious. Have you ever seen me joke around like this?" Leng Jiaying replied.
Chen Jinzhao pointed to his phone not far away.
"Fine."
"I've recorded the entire process. Let's begin now."
With that.
He grabbed Leng Jiaying's fair arms, rendering her completely immobile.
The hunter became the hunted, the tables turned!