"If I say no, will you still cling on desperately?" His voice revealed no abnormality, but emotions surged in his eyes.
Zimei’s expression stiffened momentarily but quickly recovered, laughing coquettishly, "I would! You’ve already called me thick-skinned, so of course, I need to keep proving I won’t give up."
Ye Cheng frowned, a wave of frustration swelling within him.
It seemed like he was repeatedly rejecting her with cold words, but it merely emphasized how powerless he was against this woman—completely helpless.
"So what does it matter if I agree or not?" He sneered, suddenly standing up. "Let me repeat this: Don’t try to monitor me anymore, and stop shadowing any of my artists. If you can’t, we should never meet again."
"What if I can?" Zimei stood up as well, staring at him with intense, fervent eyes.
Ye Cheng hadn’t expected her sudden rebuttal, pausing briefly before a mocking smile curved on his lips. "I know you too well. You can’t do it."
Zimei lowered her gaze and smiled faintly, "A Cheng, you’re wrong. You don’t understand me enough. I can die for you—something would be nothing."
Ye Cheng recalled her bursting into the underground boxing venue in Japan wearing a mask, her precise, decisive movements as she handled a gun—clearly skilled and trained.
What did she endure in the time he had no knowledge of?
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Seeing his indifferent silence, Zimei continued, "I promise, I won’t monitor you or anyone around you anymore. I can also ignore that female artist. But just one thing: Stop shutting me out completely. Even if I call you ten times, just pick up once."
She was lowering herself to the dust, looking up to him, begging this man to give her a chance.
In the past, he had worshiped her as his goddess, but now, she regarded him as her deity.
He remained silent, and she waited for his response.
The cigarette between her fingers continued to burn, nearly reaching her delicate white fingertips, yet its owner remained oblivious.
At the instant a burning sting began to spread, Ye Cheng suddenly extended his hand, swiftly flicking the cigarette butt away from her fingers.
The man grabbed her wrist, his eyes clouded with thinly veiled anger.
Zimei stared blankly at his hand, feeling a faint warmth seep through their contact, her heart quivering as a near-joyful emotion slowly surged within her.
He was caring about her...
Ye Cheng’s grip lasted only a moment before he let go, throwing out a cold remark, "Take care of yourself."
As he started to stride away, the waiter arrived with freshly brewed coffee. "Two guests, here’s your coffee..."
Zimei grabbed her bag and placed several bills onto the waiter’s tray. "We have plans to leave, consider the coffee your treat."
The breathtakingly beautiful woman offered him a slight smile, leaving the waiter utterly dazed. By the time he snapped out of it, the man and woman had already left the restaurant, disappearing from sight.
At the bottom of the restaurant, both of their cars were parked not far away, within walking distance.
Ye Cheng walked ahead with broad strides, Zimei following behind.
Suddenly, the woman behind him let out a cry of dismay. Turning his head, Ye Cheng saw her holding up one of her heels and wobbling it with a defeated expression. "The heel broke," she said dejectedly.
Ye Cheng’s pupils contracted slightly, but he turned back and kept walking, ignoring her.
Zimei decisively removed both of her shoes, holding them in her hands, bare feet stepping onto the icy ground. She jogged past him, blocking his path. "Show a little sympathy, will you? I don’t want to walk back barefoot."