Just as she reached her desk, the office door adjacent to it suddenly swung open. In the instant she heard the sound but couldn't see the person, a long arm reached out and pulled her inside, then slammed the door shut with a loud bang. When Ye Zi regained some consciousness, she realized she was in her boss's arms.
"You, you let me go!" she said, blushing.
"I won't let go!" Pei Zaiyu's usually cold and hard facial features softened completely in front of her, like a child who couldn't get candy. He wrinkled his nose, feeling both jealous and resentful, and said, "You're my secretary, but you spend all your time taking care of other people and don't care about me at all."
Hearing this, Ye Zi was both amused and annoyed. She patted his cheek reassuringly and giggled.
“I’ve said it hundreds of times, Azi is pregnant, so naturally she needs someone to take care of her.”
He met Zi'er seven years ago and fell in love with her, but he had nothing yet. Yang, on the other hand, had only spent one night with her and was about to become a father. Heaven is so unfair! Even Zhuo Hua, that lecher, has a wife and daughter. He's the only one left, and he hasn't even started a relationship yet. How can people not hate him to the point of breaking their teeth!
Unfortunately, the heartless and forgetful Zi'er has recently been repeatedly rejecting his invitations because of Yang's woman, even spending her lunch time serving that woman surnamed Feng. How could he not be frustrated? He almost hated his decision to send Yang to Hawaii. Fortunately, Yang is back now, and he's determined to keep his little woman by his side no matter what!
You lied to me again!
Ye Zi forcefully broke free from his embrace, pointing a slender finger at him in dissatisfaction. "I trusted you so much, and I even came all the way here to ask you, and you actually... you actually lied to me again!"
"No, I just... I just..." The negotiation expert, known for his ruthlessness in the business world, was speechless in front of the woman he loved.
"Just what?!" She pressed on relentlessly, still glaring at him. But as she glared, a layer of mist welled up in her eyes. "You don't trust me at all, or maybe you're all in cahoots, just playing around and not wanting to take responsibility. You're all heartless bastards..."
He had been at a loss, watching her rant and rave, but then she broke down in tears, which truly broke his heart. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, murmuring words of comfort, "It's my fault, don't cry, Zi'er, don't cry, it hurts me, Zi'er..."
“Who…would…want…you feel sorry for me? I…we…don’t want that…we…have Lucky…that’s enough…even without you…we…we…raise…the…child…by ourselves…boohoo…bad people…you are all…bad…people…I…hate you, hate you…hate you…” She cried uncontrollably, pounding and hitting him with her pink fists.
Does he hate him? His Zi'er hates him?
"No, I won't allow it!" He was both shocked and anxious. He grabbed her slender shoulders and shook her violently, shouting, "You're not allowed to hate me!"
"I just want to hate it... mmm..."
The unspoken words were sealed by a sudden, passionate kiss. Her initial struggle, followed by surprise, gradually turned into submission. Moments later, fueled by his rising passion, she eagerly responded. Lips met lips, tongues intertwined, and all consciousness...
They flew to the Ninth Heaven, and in the hazy, indistinct void, desire, like a tangible storm, swept them up, tossed them up, and pushed them toward the primal mystery...
Never mind, really... never mind...
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"Hey, what time is it? Are you still lying in bed?" He swaggered out of the door and shouted at the cotton ball rolled up on the bed with a confident and energetic voice, but he was stunned when he saw a little head outside the cotton ball with a pair of big, dark eyes.
"Oh, you're awake!" She smiled foolishly.
"Azi, I...I'm not feeling well." The person, who wished she could shrink into a cotton ball, lied guiltily while lowering her eyelids.
She really didn't mean to lie to Azi, but... she was just too ashamed to face anyone! Who knew that in a moment of infatuation, she and he would... not to mention later when he carried her to the lounge and they spent the whole afternoon whispering sweet nothings to each other. In short, she just didn't want to see anyone, especially him.
"Are you not feeling well? What's wrong, have you caught a cold?" Without suspecting anything, Fengzi stepped forward and touched her forehead, then compared it with his own temperature. "You do feel a little hot. How about I take the day off and stay home with you?"
"No, no need. You go to work. I'll take some medicine and rest for a bit. Besides, I have Lucky." Forcing a fake smile, Ye Zi prayed that lying wouldn't bring her any misfortune.
"Okay, then."
After hesitating for a moment, Feng Zi finally nodded, but at the same time, she was still wondering whether she should tell Ye Zi that Fang Weiyang might be the father of her child. But... she glanced at Ye Zi, whose face was flushed, and then stopped the voice message. Never mind, let's talk about it another day. Ye Zi is still sick.
Besides, saying it now would only make her so angry that she would rush to the company early and kill Fang Weiyang, which doesn't seem like a good idea.
“Ah…Zi, it’s that…” On the other side, Ye Zi hesitated, unsure how to tell her this fact, as well as other information related to Fang Weiyang. After holding her breath for a moment, she could only say, “Vice President Fang and that Japanese woman from yesterday…their relationship might be very close.” She wondered if saying it this way would minimize the hurt.
"How could you..."
She had intended to casually ask how she knew, but the truth finally struck her mind a beat too late, like a bolt from the blue, leaving her stunned and terrified.
He's the father of her child, yet he's having a close relationship with another woman. What should she do?
Will history repeat itself? He'll still be the same stubborn and independent man, and the same gentle, beautiful Japanese woman. He'll probably choose "her" again, won't he? The last lesson cost her her parents; what will fate try to take this time?
No, no, absolutely nothing!
If we didn't know, there would be no suffering, right?
Yes, it's better not to know...
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She didn't know how, but like a ghost, she drove to the company and saw the Japanese beauty in the white dress again in the lobby on the first floor.
Unexpectedly, she stepped forward and greeted her with a gentleness that even she hadn't anticipated, even sporting a professional smile.
Good morning. Are you looking for the vice president?
"You lied to me!" Minako turned her head, saw that it was her, and immediately began to accuse her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't expect the vice president to finish his trip and return early." Feng Zi apologized politely but firmly, noticing the wariness in her eyes, and then smiled reassuringly. "The vice president should be here soon. Shall we go upstairs to wait for him and take a look at his workplace?"
She... she should have been wary of her, so why was she helping her so much, without even a trace of resentment? Minako blinked in surprise, but in the end she chose to comply and went to the 25th floor with this big-eyed Chinese woman.
"Please have a seat. By the way, would you like something to drink?" He led her to the small meeting room, maintaining his calm and composed work attitude.
But Minako felt uneasy and anxious about all of this, and even a faint trace of envy for her who had the sky. She smiled awkwardly, wanting to put aside her composure and breathe in the air that Hideki-nii-san had once breathed.
"Coffee, thank you."
While she was gone, Minako got up and looked around, feeling a quiet unease about the unfamiliar yet cozy furnishings. Her older brother, Hideki, used to be a cold and stern man who disliked any soft furnishings, especially those within his domain. But all of this felt strangely unfamiliar.
Has his fighting spirit and toughness been completely worn away by time? Will he still be able to adapt to the ruthlessness of the Takahashi family?
As she was anxiously lost in thought, with a very slight click, someone stepped into the elevator. She looked up excitedly and, seeing it was indeed him, immediately ran to greet him, but unexpectedly—