Yan Weiyang left Lu Garden in a flurry.
Her complexion was terribly ugly.
Xia Weibao, don’t be too smug, Lu Hualiang will be mine sooner or later!
Although Lu Garden and the Presidential Mansion were only separated by a wall in theory, their entrances were in opposite directions.
It took half an hour to walk there.
Winter was beginning, and the weather outside was slightly chilly.
Yan Weiyang deliberately rolled up her sleeves, exposing her white arms, and walked all the way home.
Moreover, she intentionally walked slowly and took forty minutes to reach the Presidential Mansion, freezing for forty minutes.
Already irritated at Lu Garden, her complexion was not good, and now after being in the cold for so long, it was even worse.
Plus, she had the qualities of an actress, with teary eyes that made her look pitiful.
Originally, her plan was to feign pity upon returning home, where her mother, Yan Lingyi, upon seeing her bullied, would surely feel sorry for her.
Then her mother would invite Lu Hualiang to the evening gathering.
Lu Hualiang held her mother in high regard, and if her mother personally made the request, he would certainly attend.
However, human calculations are no match for fate’s plans, and Yan Weiyang never expected to see Yan Fei jogging as soon as she entered the Presidential Mansion.
Yan Fei had a daily jogging routine, usually at six in the morning.
Delayed by some urgent matter today, he did not start jogging until eight o’clock.
It was almost nine o’clock when he finished.
When their eyes met, Yan Weiyang’s face changed.
Of the entire Yan Family, she feared this cousin the most.
Although Yan Fei was also fond of her and had never scolded her, she was nevertheless afraid.
His penetrating gaze seemed to see right through her.
And being the President, his formidable presence was intimidating, making her fearful.
"Where have you been so early?" asked Yan Fei.
His tone was somewhat stern. He was usually gentle with people, but for some reason, he could never show a pleasant face to his cousin, Yan Weiyang.
This was his aunt’s long-lost daughter, newly found after many years, and he too cared for her deeply.
But he could never manage to look at her kindly.
Perhaps it was that incident three years ago that damaged an innocent person, leaving a bitter feeling in his heart.
And it continued to weigh on his conscience.
Yan Weiyang was frightened by his serious tone, her shoulders shrinking.
Now, she didn’t need to pretend to be pitiful; she truly looked pitiful, "I... just went out for a walk."
Yan Fei frowned, noticing her poor complexion, "Your face looks quite bad, are you feeling unwell?"
"I’m fine," Yan Weiyang said timidly.
Her face turned even paler.
She was very good at masking her emotions, but around Yan Fei, she always felt exposed.
Perhaps it was his presidential authority and rectitude that made her wary.
Having spent time in the political arena, Yan Fei had a pair of penetrating eyes. In front of him, she felt as transparent as glass.
Yan Fei observed her silently, shifting his gaze, looking in the direction she had come from.
His eyes narrowed slowly, "Did you go to Lu Garden?"
Yan Weiyang instinctively denied it, her hasty response making her seem suspicious.
Under Yan Fei’s sharp gaze, her palms began to sweat, "I was just out for a stroll."
Naturally, she dared not admit to visiting Lu Garden.
Yan Fei had already told her that Lu Hualiang and Xia Weibao were married, and had instructed her to give up.
If he found out that she still harbored hopes and wanted to meddle in someone else’s family, he might well break her legs.
Yan Fei looked at her trembling form and reflected, was he being too harsh?
He had frightened her until her face turned pale.