Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

Chapter 719 Men's Troubles...

Meng Chuan was still savoring the tenderness he had just felt with Chen Yiyi.

The two were having a sweet, intimate conversation when Meng Chuan's phone started ringing incessantly.

Meng Chuan didn't want to answer, but it was Bi Wang's call.

Meng Chuan thought for a moment and then answered the call.

"Where are you? Come back, return to the country with Prince Fu immediately."

Bi Wang's voice carried an unquestionable tone.

Normally, Bi Wang would not speak to Meng Chuan like this.

This time, Meng Chuan's loss of contact in space really terrified Bi Wang.

Moreover, this is the United States, the territory of Trump.

He couldn't rest easy until Meng Chuan returned to China.

"Got to go?"

Meng Chuan hung up the phone, and Chen Yiyi, who was holding Meng Chuan, tightened her grip on him.

She already knew Meng Chuan's identity.

She never dared to hope that Meng Chuan would stay with her for long.

But when the time for parting actually came, my heart still felt like it was being tugged by something, a dense, persistent pain.

Meng Chuan hummed in agreement, his mood somewhat heavy.

The sky outside the window was still bright, and the golden rays of the setting sun shone through the gauze curtains, casting dappled light and shadow on the floor.

"I originally planned to wait until the children got out of school, take one last look, and then leave..."

Meng Chuan said.

With the year-end approaching, Prince Fu was about to return home.

As a protector of the Dharma, Prince Fu still has many things to do in the country.

However, Prince Bi was worried about Meng Chuan traveling alone and insisted that Meng Chuan return with Prince Fu.

"I know."

Chen Yiyi interrupted Meng Chuan and reached out to smooth the wrinkles between his brows.

Her fingertips, slightly cool in temperature, brushed against his skin, and Meng Chuan felt a warmth in his heart.

“I’ll tell the kids that their dad went to work in a faraway place. Actually, the kids are used to you not being here.”

She smiled, but a hint of melancholy lingered in her eyes:

"Be careful on your journey, and let me know when you arrive."

Meng Chuan nodded and leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"If you have any difficulties with the supermarket, go to Ruan Shengnan, she will help you."

Meng Chuan stood up and began to get dressed.

Just as he buttoned the third button of his shirt, Chen Yiyi grabbed his wrist.

"Old...husband..."

Chen Yiyi looked up at him, her eyes sparkling:

"When...when will you come to see me again?"

Chen Yiyi rarely calls Meng Chuan "husband".

Because she knew that this was her best friend's man.

Moreover, Meng Chuan is not the same person she used to be; her existence is destined to be secretive.

But she still couldn't control her emotions.

Meng Chuan's heart clenched suddenly.

He turned around and pulled her into his arms again, his chin resting on the top of her head.

"Yes, trust me, it won't be long before the next one."

Meng Chuan couldn't give Chen Yiyi a promise, but he couldn't bear to disappoint her.

Through Chen Yiyi's back, Meng Chuan could see from the window that a black-clad business car drove into the villa.

He could see the person inside through the blacked-out car window, but Meng Chuan knew that Prince Fu must be inside the car.

After a heartfelt farewell kiss, Meng Chuan left the villa and got into his car.

Che Lifu was looking down at a document when Meng Chuan entered. He said in a strange tone:

"Is everything settled in?"

"Ah."

Meng Chuan nodded somewhat awkwardly.

This kind of thing is still somewhat awkward in front of an elder like Prince Fu.

"Then let's go! A man can be passionate, but he can't be infatuated."

Prince Fu lightly tapped Meng Chuan.

Signaling to the driver to start the car.

Meng Chuan smiled but didn't say anything.

The car drove all the way to the Port of Los Angeles.

An unassuming cargo ship was moored on the shore, with the words "Pacific Shipping" printed on its hull.

This was one of the Green Gang's secret routes in the United States, specifically used to transport important personnel and supplies.

As soon as Meng Chuan and Fu Wang stepped onto the deck, Ying Die came out of the wheelhouse.

She was wearing a black bodysuit, her hair was tied in a high ponytail, and her face was expressionless. However, her eyes swept over Meng Chuan with a hint of mockery.

"The ship will set sail in half an hour."

She walked to Meng Chuan's side and lowered her voice:

"Blood Rakshasa is waiting at the stern, saying she has something to tell you."

Meng Chuan's heart skipped a beat; he had a bad feeling.

Just as he was about to find an excuse to decline, Prince Fu patted him on the shoulder:

"I'm going to check the flight path in the cabin. You go and do your work."

The old man, with a knowing smile in his eyes, turned and went into the cabin.

Prince Fu can understand this kind of thing.

Once a man has many women, these troubles are unavoidable.

The same was true of Fifth Master back then.

The wind was stronger at the stern, stirring up the fishy smell of the sea.

Blood Rakshasa leaned against the railing, toying with a small dagger in her hand.

Seeing Meng Chuan approach, he raised an eyebrow:

"My husband is in quite a mood, staying at Chen Yiyi's place for so long."

Meng Chuan touched his nose and didn't reply.

He knew these two ladies were not to be trifled with, especially after he showed them "favoritism".

"What's wrong? Out of energy? Trying to run away?"

Yingdie also walked over, arms crossed, looking at him with a half-smile:

"My sister and I have been standing in the wind at the dock for half a day. Shouldn't the troupe leader compensate us?"

Meng Chuan looked at the two women in front of him, who were very different in style but exactly the same.

One is aloof and elegant, the other is charming and alluring.

I sighed inwardly—what's meant to happen will happen.

"Are you kidding me? I have plenty of strength among your men."

Meng Chuan said, his neck stiff.

A man cannot afford to lose in this area.

"Great! There's no one in the lounge at the stern."

Blood Rakshasa's voice carried a hint of seduction:

"There's a big bed inside, enough for the three of us to mess around in."

Meng Chuan wanted to run away, but Ying Die clung tightly to his arm.

"My husband has been cooped up on Mars for so long, he must need to stretch his muscles and bones."

Meng Chuan was half-pushed and half-pulled into the lounge by the two men.

The moment the door closed, Blood Rakshasa pounced on him, her lips pressing against his with a fierce intensity.

It carries a hint of "revenge".

Yingdie then circled behind him, wrapped her arms around his waist, rested her chin on his back, and whispered:

"My husband, we miss you so much!"

The lounge was dimly lit, with only moonlight streaming in through the portholes, outlining the intertwined figures of the three.

The waves crashed against the hull of the ship, making a dull thud.

The sounds of panting mingled with the breathing in the lounge, creating an ambiguous nocturne.

Meng Chuan was caught in the middle, with Blood Rakshasa's fiery passion on one side and Shadow Butterfly's tender affection on the other.

I felt like all my strength was being drained away, bit by bit.

After an unknown amount of time, Meng Chuan slumped on the sofa, staring at the rotating chandelier on the ceiling, feeling his eyelids drooping.

Blood Rakshasa leaned to his left, her fingertips still drawing circles on his chest.

Yingdie leaned against his right, her hair cascading over his arm, carrying a faint floral scent.

"If you dare to steal food again, we'll teach you a lesson."

Blood Rakshasa snorted, but there was a hint of satisfaction in her tone.

Yingdie smiled and reached out to straighten Meng Chuan's disheveled shirt:

"The ship is almost in international waters. Go get some sleep. I'll wake you up when we get back to China."

Shadow Butterfly was more understanding; Blood Rakshasa was like a starving wolf.

That's absolutely terrifying...