Seriously, if it weren't for the fact that they needed something from Ye Chen and happened to run into her at the office, she wouldn't even remember what Wang Rui or Chen Yingying looked like.
Jealous?
What kind of cosmic joke is that?
The two of you—inside and out—is there anything even remotely worth being jealous of?
Ye Chen raised an eyebrow. Abandoned? They were lovers? His eyes narrowed with a teasing, half-smiling glint. "Miss Cheng, your love life seems quite... eventful."
Cheng Anya gave a modest bow, flashing a radiant smile. "Not at all. Compared to the President's colorful romantic adventures, if your subordinates fell too far behind, people might laugh at us."
The implication: With a boss as formidable as you, how could us underlings dare to slack off?
Ye Chen's eye twitched. His gaze at Cheng Anya practically shot daggers. Why is it that she can deliver such savage lines with such a sunny smile?
Straight to the point!
Expressionless as always—smiling, always smiling—but her words could set a man ablaze. And yet, she said them with such sweetness and honesty that you wouldn't even know where to direct your anger.
"Young Master Wang, as you can see, even my secretary believes investing would be a loss. Let's hope for better cooperation next time. Miss Cheng, show them out."
Wang Rui and Chen Yingying were clearly unwilling to give up and tried once more to persuade him, but a sharp glance from Ye Chen swept across the room, instantly filling the air with a terrifying pressure.
It was a coldness that belonged to the shadows.
He simply sat there—handsome, composed, indifferent—with eyes like frozen blades. He didn't say a word, yet the air around him crackled with a king's oppressive aura.
Even someone as calm and calculating as Cheng Anya felt it—this man is terrifying.
This man is powerful enough to inspire fear.
Such a devilishly handsome face—what a waste! If he smiled more often, he'd be dangerously charming. She might even abandon all logic, grab her son, and run straight into his arms.
"Young Master Wang, Miss Chen—this way, please," Cheng Anya said politely, showing them out.
"Anya, I'm so disappointed in you!" Wang Rui shot her a furious glare, as if her refusal to speak up for him was some unforgivable betrayal.
Cheng Anya responded with glamorous silence.
What on earth did she ever see in him back then? Truly, youth is wasted on the young!
Noon break. One hour.
"Anya, come have lunch with us!"
"I'll pass, you guys go ahead. I brought a bento," Cheng Anya said, waving the lunchbox with a blissful smile. Her son had made it for her with love—it was tastier than anything from a five-star hotel.
"Wow, your boyfriend makes you lunch every day? You're way too lucky. You're just showing off to make us jealous."
"Alright, alright, I'm starving—let's go eat!"
…
After waving them off, Cheng Anya finally pulled out the bento made by Ning Ning.
"A bento made by your boyfriend?" came a chilling voice from behind.
Cheng Anya froze, her back instantly going stiff and her heart skipping a beat. ⊙﹏⊙ Sweating.
Ye—You psycho! Could you not just pop up like that? You're gonna scare someone to death!