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"A Cheng, what do you want to eat? Steak or salmon?" Zimei’s alluring red lips parted as she asked.
She had dressed up especially for tonight, wearing delicate makeup and a sensual sequined purple bodycon dress. The deep V-neckline offered teasing glimpses of her décolletage, and a faint, cool fragrance lingered around her.
Her wavy, cascading hair was brushed onto one side, fully revealing the elegant curve of her neck. As she spoke, the dazzling diamond pendant earrings at her ears swayed gently, exuding both allure and seduction.
No other woman in Katie’s restaurant could match her beauty and aura. However, the man sitting across from her seemed utterly unmoved.
Ye Cheng, dressed impeccably in suit and tie, the deep color matching the chill on his devilishly handsome face, glanced indifferently at the sparkling cityscape through the window.
Upon hearing her, Ye Cheng turned his gaze to her, his tone utterly calm and emotionless: "I’m not here to enjoy a meal with you. Order for yourself. Once we’ve said what needs to be said, I’m leaving."
Zimei’s movements paused, the smile on her face momentarily stiffening. However, she quickly recovered, closing the menu and snapping her fingers toward a waiter. "Two coffees, please. Thank you."
After giving the order, Zimei took out a cigarette case from her bag, pulled out a slim ladies’ cigarette, and waved it toward Ye Cheng, tilting her head with a playful smile. "Mind if I smoke?"
Ye Cheng’s gaze flickered to the cigarette case—it was still the same brand she used when they were together.
For such a powerful and capable woman, her attachment to this particular brand of cigarettes was oddly consistent.
His expression remained distant, offering no reply.
Taking his silence as acquiescence, Zimei lit a cigarette and took a drag with her crimson lips.
The cigarette’s tip glowed faintly red between her delicate fingers. Across from him, she exhaled a wisp of smoke, lifting her enchanting eyes to meet his. "A Cheng, just the fact that you agreed to come tonight makes me feel content, truly."
Ye Cheng couldn’t even be bothered to correct the way she addressed him anymore.
His cold phoenix eyes lifted slightly, their chilling light piercing. "You’re still having people follow the female artists under my management—or worse, you’re still monitoring my every move."
Zimei did not deny it.
"That’s right, I did both. I had someone follow your female artist because she likes you, and to me, that makes her a rival. As for monitoring your actions... I didn’t really want to do that. I just wanted to know how you were doing.
For a long time, you cut me out of your life completely. I fell apart, I despaired, but in the end, I pulled myself back together. I realized I could chase you for the rest of my life if I had to—so why would I let myself be defeated?"
As she spoke, slowly and steadily, a faint ache spread through Ye Cheng’s chest. He forced it down and frowned, coldly reprimanding her: "I’m not your prisoner. What do you think you’re doing? Don’t use love as an excuse; your love is worthless."
"Maybe you think my behavior is a little crazy. Maybe most people would think I’m out of my mind. Why was it that I was the one who let go back then, only to be the one trying to win you back now? Yes, I regret it. Life can’t be rewound, and I’ve spent three whole years paying for the consequences of my mistake.
A Cheng, I’m willing to do everything I can to make up for the wrongs I’ve done. All I want is a chance. Just give me one chance to try and win you back. Can you?"
Zimei had never spoken to anyone before. To those under her command, she was a dominant queen, someone even more cunning and decisive than most men.
But Ye Cheng was the one and only exception.
Ye Cheng’s face remained tense as he stared at the enticing woman across from him. The cigarette between her fingers burned inch by inch, yet she didn’t seem to notice. Her captivating eyes stayed fixed on him, waiting for his answer.