Seven years later, when Cheng Anya saw Wang Rui and Chen Yingying again, she froze for a moment.
"Anya, what are you doing here?" Wang Rui exclaimed in shock, clearly caught off guard. Standing beside him, Chen Yingying's expression shifted from surprise to jealousy, her eyes flashing with a vicious glint.
"I'm President Ye's secretary," Anya replied with a calm smile.
"Anya, I can't believe I ran into you here!" Wang Rui rushed over, grabbing Anya's hand with obvious excitement, eyes gleaming with scheming intent. This was his chance to save Wang Enterprises—he had to grab hold of it.
He'd long heard about Ye Chen's capable secretary but had never imagined it was Anya.
She still looked so young, like a college student—how could she possibly have the skills to be Ye Chen's secretary? It had to be her looks. There must be something going on between them. That's the only way she could've landed this job.
Bitterness welled up inside Wang Rui. He had dated Anya for a year and hadn't even gotten a kiss, and now someone else had already made it to home base. The jealousy was eating him alive.
Still, saving Wang Enterprises was the priority right now. Anya had really changed over the past seven years. She still looked innocent, but the old awkwardness and simplicity were gone. She was now much more attractive.
So tempting. If she could sleep with Ye Chen, why not him too?
First, get her to help him out—then later...
"Did you miss me? These six years, I've missed you like crazy. I kept trying to find out where you were, but you just disappeared..."
Anya's brow twitched slightly, her eyes lowering as she stared at Wang Rui clutching her hand with fake enthusiasm.
Were they even that close?
Also, buddy—what a tragedy.
It's been seven years, not six, okay?
Would it kill you to rehearse your lies a bit better? You're gonna blow your cover like this.
Damn it.
Who does he think he is, anyway? She'd only remembered he was coming today because someone mentioned it. Honestly, she'd already forgotten what he looked like. It had taken her a second to place his face—his presence in her memory was that faint.
"Young Master Wang, the president is waiting for you inside," Anya said with a faint, professional smile.
"A secretary? More like a bedwarmer," Chen Yingying spat sharply. Ye Chen was notorious for his womanizing, and it wouldn't be surprising if he hooked up with his secretary. Back in school, Chen Yingying had never liked Anya.
She had pretended to be Anya's friend just to get close to Wang Rui and snatch him away—never feeling a shred of guilt. In her eyes, Anya was just a manipulative girl hiding behind a fake innocent face.
"As long as two people aren't married, any ambiguous relationship between a man and a woman could be considered 'bedmates.' So tell me, Miss Chen—how many beds do you change in a day?" Anya replied sweetly, her tone light, but the poison underneath unmistakable.
She didn't need to shout or curse—girl could kill with words alone.
"You—Cheng Anya!" Chen Yingying's face went pale with rage.
"What are you doing?" A cold, icy voice suddenly cut through the tension, laced with fury. The entire floor seemed to freeze, like winter had just blown in.