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Startled by her beautiful appearance, he beckoned her to come to him, and then subtly pulled her to sit on his lap before letting out a low chuckle.

"You don't need to be jealous, Yang and I are nothing."

"I'm jealous?!"

Ye Zi almost screamed. This arrogant jerk! Whatever his philandering with that sissy was up to, it was none of her business. Although…although…she felt a little…strange…

"real?"

He smiled and asked in return, pressing his forehead against hers. His breath, mingled with his deep laughter, filled Ye Zi's mouth and nose, creating an irresistible allure that captivated her.

"..."

As Ye Zi gazed at his handsome face so close to hers, she completely forgot to retaliate or question him. Her cheeks flushed crimson with infatuation, and she was secretly annoyed at herself for being so exposed in his deep, sexy laughter. She couldn't help but reach out and cover her thin lips that were making such a disturbing laugh.

"Stop laughing!" she said with a slight reproach.

"Okay, I won't laugh."

He spoke in a muffled voice beneath her pale palm, his dark eyes seemingly shooting arrows of tenderness straight at her, and the warm breath he inadvertently exhaled as he spoke was like the perfect flirtation, which startled her.

"You...you didn't tell me the vice president wasn't gay!"

Embarrassed and flustered, she deliberately changed the subject, but the blush on her cheeks and the obvious daze in her beautiful eyes betrayed her.

"Hmph, that guy wasn't!"

Displeased that she was thinking of another man while sitting in his lap, Pei Zaiyu was slightly annoyed. He simply buried his head in the soft, white crook of her neck, deeply inhaling the elegant fragrance that had long tempted him.

"Stop...making a scene." She pushed him away uneasily.

Although she knew that she was no longer just moved by his resemblance to that person, could she succumb to this ambiguous situation?

No, after all, she is no longer alone as she was seven years ago. Today, her name should be "Mother".

What is she afraid of? Or has she already... fallen for someone else?

Obediently loosening his grip on her, Pei Zaiyu's thoughtful dark eyes captured her evasive gaze, climbing straight up, wanting to penetrate the depths of that window to her soul, remaining silent for a long time.

※※※

Fang Weiyang, exuding a cold aura, stared at Feng Zi, who was busy at work, as soon as he entered the office, and pondered inwardly.

He thought he had fallen in love with her.

Unlike Pei, who falls in love at first sight, past lessons and his inherently cautious and suspicious nature prevented him from easily falling for anyone or giving his heart away. But she was different. After three years together, he clearly saw in her two completely different personalities: shrewd and capable at work, yet naive and clueless in private. Only she was unafraid of his high position, daring to yell at him, and genuinely caring for and considerate of him, making him feel like an ordinary person, a source of warmth, and for the first time, he forgot the taste of loneliness.

"well--"

He sighed softly and couldn't help but chuckle. It seemed he really had fallen in love with her. Otherwise, why would the initial amazement he felt when he first saw her in that light blue dress with thin straps turn into anger and resentment when he thought about how she dressed up to please another man?

Perhaps this is jealousy? He thought to himself.

"Hey, what are you doing standing there?"

In the midst of her busy work, she caught a glimpse of his still figure, and Fengzi couldn't help but stop her work and stare at him in surprise.

"Xiao Zi, I'm so bored."

In the blink of an eye, he had transformed from a pensive and thoughtful demeanor into that of a woman longing for her husband's lover, snuggling closer with a mournful expression.

She thought she had noticed Fang Pizi's expression was different from usual, but... she blinked hard, and all she could see was his pitiful and charming look. Feng Zi thought to herself that perhaps she had just imagined it.

While she was still in a daze, Fang Weiyang pulled her around and switched places with Feng Zi, then took the opportunity to pull the beauty into his arms and happily groped her.

"Xiao Zi—" He deliberately leaned close to her ear, exhaling a sexy breath, and then, pleased to see the delicate body in his arms tremble slightly. He pressed on, saying, "I'm really bored."

It itches, it itches so much!

Feng Zi, who had been brought back to her senses by the unbearable itching, was instantly enraged upon hearing this. Without thinking, she grabbed a stack of folders and swung them at his head.

"Boring?! Knowing you're bored, you still dare to dump all the work on me and go off to chase after men?" A fierce rage suddenly ignited in her beautiful black eyes.

That damn jerk, that sissy! He keeps talking about being friends with her all the time, but he dumps all his work on her and goes off to have his own fun!

"Wow, Xiaozhi, you're so violent!"

With his big, innocent eyes blinking, Fang Weiyang clutched his head and wailed, looking as pitiful as a puppy abandoned by its owner.

"snort!"

She gave a cool, cold snort, still seething with anger.

"I...I have a little bump on my head, what should I do?" he cried out in distress.

It's started to blister?

She turned her head with some skepticism and sure enough, she saw a small red bump on his forehead. She couldn't help but reach out and press it.

"ah--"

"Shut up!"

She hurriedly covered his mouth, which he couldn't stop bastardly, and looked around guiltily for a moment before letting go of his mouth when no one appeared.

Good heavens, if someone overheard this, they'd probably think a murder had happened here!

"What are you yelling about?!" He glared at her angrily, followed by a resounding flick on the forehead, which landed right on the little bag.