Cheng Yao clenched his fists tightly, staring coldly at the three people not far away.
She actually introduced her best friend to Cheng Che?!
Her relationship with Cheng Che is truly extraordinary!
"Then don't blame me." Thinking this, Cheng Yao strode away…
Xin Yu returned home, unusually hoping for a message from Mu Yichuan on her phone.
But there was none.
"Should I call him? Ask about Mu Yi'ai and Nan Yu's situation." Xin Yu lay on the empty bed, staring at the ceiling, pursing her lips and murmuring softly.
She scratched her head and dialed the number, "Hello, Mr. Jiu, are you asleep?"
"Missing me?" Mu Yichuan stood by the window, holding the phone, looking at the dark night outside. So this is what it feels like to be cared for in the dead of night.
Xin Yu bit her lip, unsure how to answer, and had to change the subject, "Is Mu Yi'ai awake?"
"I thought you'd be having too much fun today."
What did that mean? Xin Yu pouted. Mu Yichuan, that stingy guy!
"I went to work today." Where did I go to play?
"And he scolded me."
"What?" Xin Yu was stunned, confused. "Scolded you?"
She wouldn't dare even if she had ten lives!
"Am I not a big shrewd businessman?" Mu Yichuan asked in a deep voice, his brow twitching slightly. This little girl's mouth was really sharp, especially outside his sight.
Damn!
Zhang Wan betrayed me?!
Xin Yu's eyes widened in shock. She wished she could jump into the phone and fly to Mu Yichuan's side to question him again about his relationship with Zhang Wan!
"So, Mr. Jiu placed Zhang Wan in Yawenhua not for profit, but for personal reasons?"
Mu Yichuan's lips curled slightly. He had actually fallen for the little girl's trap! "Finished washing up? Getting ready for bed?" His deep, magnetic voice rang out.
Xin Yu pouted, giving a disgruntled snort. He'd actually changed the subject; she was extremely annoyed.
"Then get some rest." With that, Xin Yu hung up. She vowed never, ever to call Mu Yichuan again!
*Beep beep beep.*
Mu Yichuan's video call came in!
"Is there something else?" After hesitating for a while, Xin Yu finally answered the video call. On the other end, Mu Yichuan stood by the window, tall and independent, exuding a dark mystery and nobility.
"Check if you've changed your pajamas."
Xin Yu subconsciously looked down at herself. Pajamas?
Mu Yichuan's gaze was fixed on her delicate, fair, and bewildered face. So alluring.
"Check again... inside."
After a half-minute's reaction, Xin Yu's face flushed crimson. "Mu Yichuan!" she exclaimed angrily. Was he even normal? How could he say such indecent things so casually?
"I think it's only right to call myself a 'big swindler' if I can get a little something out of my wife."
What a greedy bastard! What a stingy, penny-pinching jerk!
Mu Yichuan looked at Xin Yu, whose face was contorted with anger, and his mood instantly improved. "How's our personal relationship?"
Xin Yu clenched her fists, wanting to punch the screen, but thankfully she retained her composure and just pouted.
"Go to sleep." After a long while, his voice, as warm as a night breeze, carrying a faint sigh, directly lulled Xin Yu into a dream.
Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, Mu Yichuan's dark eyes flashed with a pure smile. "Little girl, I wish it could always be like this."
Compared to this tranquil night, Xin Yu's next day at Ya Culture's part-time job was a chaotic mess.
"Yuanzi, what's wrong?" She saw Cheng Yuan emerge from the chairman's office, looking tense, as soon as she entered the office.
Cheng Yuan pulled Xin Yu to a corner and whispered, "Yu, if Chairman Cheng calls you in for questioning later, just blame it on me."
Chairman Cheng? Questioning?
Before Xin Yu could even process this, someone told her to go to the chairman's office.
"What is it?" She genuinely didn't understand. With her and Cheng Yuan's status, they were at most low-level employees; how could they possibly have any connection with the chairman?
"Go in and ask him directly if you have any questions!" The person's tone was unfriendly and aggressive.
Xin Yu sighed, patted Cheng Yuan's hand, and turned to go to the chairman's office.
Upon opening the door, she froze, realizing that the "Chairman Cheng" Cheng Yuan referred to was Cheng Yao.
"You wanted to see me?"
"Is this your attitude as a part-time employee?" Cheng Yao's words were quick and cold.
Xin Yu was startled again, pondering and calculating in her mind. He was even more petty than Mu Yichuan, still holding a grudge about what happened at Baimu Mountain.
"President Cheng, if you're still angry about what happened last time, I can apologize again." She was a woman, capable of both yielding and assertiveness.
"Apologize?" Cheng Yao leaned back lazily in his chair. "I really want to know how you plan to apologize for a one percent probability?"
Xin Yu frowned her delicate brows. He already said it was a one percent probability, why make things difficult for her!
"Besides a verbal apology and preventative measures, I really don't have any better ideas to appease President Cheng."
"Preventative measures?" Cheng Yao smiled sarcastically. "Do you think you still have a chance to get close to the little one?!"
Xin Yu looked up at Cheng Yao. This man had completely lost the gentleness and teasing he had shown when they first met; all that remained was a chilling aura.
It was as if she were his enemy.
She pursed her lips, remaining silent.
"I heard you and Cheng Yuan brought outsiders to the office yesterday?"
Outsiders? "Is he referring to Liu Hen?"
"Yes." Xin Yu didn't hide anything, looking directly at Cheng Yao. "But I haven't heard that Ya Wenhua forbids friends from entering. Besides, we were only near Cheng Yuan's seat and didn't touch anything in the company."
"How can I believe you?" He stood up, looking down at Xin Yu with a cold gaze, as if to say, "What if you two conspire to sabotage the company?"
Xin Yu took a deep breath. She really couldn't use her trust in Liu Hen to persuade the man in front of her who held a prejudice against her.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Cheng Yao walked up to Xin Yu, looking at her arrogantly.
"We can check the surveillance footage." This was the only way.
"You're sure Ya Wenhua doesn't have surveillance in the office area, that's why you dare to suggest this, right?"
Suddenly, Xin Yu felt a surge of anger. She took a step towards Cheng Yao, glaring at him. "This won't work, that won't work, I'd like to ask President Cheng, what do you want?"
Actually, she had already thought about what to do, hadn't she? Why keep pressuring them with every word!
Cheng Yao raised an eyebrow, arms crossed. "I don't want anything, I just want you to prove the company hasn't suffered any losses."
...!
Xin Yu was furious, gritting her teeth.
He was clearly tormenting her, and he said it as if it were perfectly reasonable.
Seeing her silence, Cheng Yao pointed to the table behind him. "Since you don't have a good solution, see those documents? I need you to compare them one by one with the content on the website, mark the differences, and then I'll make a judgment."
"Cheng Yao!" Xin Yu called him by his name angrily, "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you!"
He pouted. He was doing it on purpose, and this was just the beginning!
Watching Xin Yu sit there intently comparing the documents, Cheng Yao couldn't quite describe his feelings. He was glad she was smart enough not to report it to Ninth Brother!
She kept comparing until the end of the workday, then stretched her stiff neck, wanting to leave.
"Did I say you could leave?" Cheng Yao's voice suddenly rang out behind her, startling Xin Yu. "Are you planning to drag this out until tomorrow?"
"You..." Xin Yu turned around speechlessly to look at Cheng Yao. His appearance was truly infuriating, but after thinking about it, she decided not to confront him.
"For Mu Yichuan's sake, I can't be bothered with you."
"What are you muttering about!" Cheng Yao asked sullenly.
Xin Yu ignored him, turned around and continued. After a while, seeing him leave, she got up to stretch her limbs and explained the situation to Cheng Yuan.
She worked on her assignment until ten o'clock at night. Finally, exhausted, Xin Yu slumped onto the table for a while before grabbing her bag and walking out. "Bastard! Bad guy! Bastard!"
Beep beep beep.
She shook her head and opened her bag wide, pulling out her phone.
"Hello."
As soon as the call connected, Mu Yichuan's icy voice came through, "Still not home? Addicted to your part-time job?"
"You still dare to say that—" Xin Yu, who was about to complain, paused. Never mind, she wasn't the type to sabotage someone behind their back.
"You did it, and you can't even say anything!" Mu Yichuan glanced at the Vacheron Constantin on his wrist. "Should I call you Superman from now on? Hmm?"
Xin Yu rolled her eyes. Did she want to be Superman for Cheng Yao?!
"I didn't..." she muttered, "I also want to use my strength where it matters most!"
Xin Yu reached into her bag and rummaged through the sketchbook. She hadn't finished her second design project yet.
"You didn't?" Mu Yichuan raised an eyebrow, asking unhappily, "Cheng Yao told me you volunteered today."
She volunteered?!
Just how shameless is Cheng Yao?!
"Are you all on the same side?!" The shameless side! "What?"
Xin Yu, naturally, dared not repeat herself, and had to give a non-answer, saying, "I'm in the elevator, I'll hang up now."
"Is this your design?"
Xin Yu turned around abruptly, only to find a middle-aged woman standing in the elevator behind her.
She looked to be in her fifties, with short, curly hair and a pair of shrewd eyes set in a round face. Xin Yu recognized her at a glance—Cheng Shuya, the chairman of Ya Culture!
Because her eye shape was so similar to Cheng Yao's!
They really were aunt and niece!
"Hello, Chairman Cheng, this is what I drew," Xin Yu replied politely.
"It's very well drawn." Cheng Shuya didn't hold back her praise, focusing intently on Xin Yu's design. "What's your name?"
"Xin Yu."
Cheng Shuya looked up in surprise, "So you're the girl Zhang Hong mentioned!"
Zhang Hong mentioned her to her? Why?
Xin Yu was a little confused and didn't know how to answer. She scratched her head and smiled awkwardly.
"How did you get such a ring? Where did it come from?" Cheng Shuya grabbed Xin Yu's left hand, staring in shock at the ring on her finger.
Huh?
Xin Yu was also startled, wanting to pull her hand back, but feeling it would be impolite, she could only let Cheng Shuya look at her.
Ding.
The elevator reached the first floor!
Xin Yu quickly took the opportunity to pull her hand back, said goodbye, and stepped out of the elevator.
But then she heard Cheng Yao's wicked voice, "Perfect timing, I'll show you a good show!"