Cheng Anya: (⊙o⊙)?!
Her eyes locked fiercely on the door to the president's office. She took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and felt her inner rage ignite like a blazing cosmos. Ye Chen, you damn pervert! Black-hearted beast! Do you think I'm just office decor?!
Not only did he steal her lunch—he had the nerve to glide off in front of her like a damn peacock, probably thinking her glare was ruining his appetite!
She'd seen shameless people before, but never someone this brazenly shameless!
Mao once said: Don't be such a degenerate human being, or one day you'll get struck by lightning—kapowww!
Just as she was about to storm into the office and reclaim her dignity, Ye Chen floated back out—bento in one hand—and casually tossed something red at her.
Instinctively, she caught it.
Kang Shi Fu Braised Beef Instant Noodles?
What, is this a product placement moment?
(⊙o⊙)… Ye, you psycho… with all your money, you're eating the most basic instant noodles? At least go for something like "Dragon Heart Tiger Guts" brand to match your over-the-top rich guy persona!
"Miss Cheng, go eat your noodles," Ye Chen said calmly, without even a blush or a change in tone. To Cheng Anya's ears, it sounded like he was tossing scraps to a stray cat.
His expression screamed: These noodles? I bestow them upon you.
"President Ye, you stole my lunch."
"As a competent secretary, you must always prioritize your boss's stomach," Ye Chen responded, entirely self-righteous, biting into the second chicken wing while Cheng Anya's mouth nearly watered from the scent.
"A normal boss wouldn't steal his secretary's lunch," Cheng Anya replied, smiling with practiced elegance—while mentally becoming Popeye, ready to crush Ye Chen under her boot and stomp him into the floor.
In other words—you're not normal, are you?
"Oh? You didn't know I wasn't normal?" Ye Chen shot back coolly, raising an eyebrow with devilish charm and curling his lips into a sinister little smile. "I have a documented history of mental illness—would you like to see it, just to be sure?"
Cheng Anya choked on his shamelessness.
One day… ONE DAY, I will step on you.
But the situation was clear: He had power, she didn't. Reality bites. So she turned on her heel and walked away.
Fine. Instant noodles it is. Not like I've never eaten them before!
"Miss Cheng, do check the expiration date first," Ye Chen added casually.
Cheng Anya froze mid-step.
This black-hearted devil did that on purpose—totally on purpose!
If she ever accidentally killed someone one day, it would be justified homicide. Any sane judge would let her walk free.
Still gripping her Kang Shi Fu noodles, Cheng Anya wore a serenely twisted expression.
Utterly. Done.