Chapter 103: 103 From now on, I am your hand
The Cherry Blossom, being none the wiser about what the great boss Shi was thinking, naturally held out her hand to her, “Hand me your phone.”
Shi Lan passed her phone over and then heard Yan Shixiu continue, “I had a long meeting this afternoon and met with some foreign guests.”
Shi Lan watched as he switched her SIM card, feeling somewhat disgruntled. The young missy has become a small-time celebrity and can’t even afford to maintain her own image, deprived of pretty clothes and jewelry. Every day she’s exhausted to death, and contrasted with the refined Mr. Yan, it’s like the difference between the clouds and the mud.
Just look at the man before her, Mr. Yan, with his side-parted hair, gold-rimmed glasses, and a gray-and-white striped suit, exuding both luxury and dominance, he shines like a star wherever he goes.
“Do you need to dress up so handsomely?”
Shi Lan was intently observing the color of Yan Shixiu’s lips, which indeed carried the seductive tint of a cherry blossom.
When Yan Shixiu heard Shi Lan’s comment, he looked up at her quizzically, “Can I interpret that as you being jealous?”
Miss Shi thought to herself, if it were in her past life, she would have locked him up in the bedroom and dealt with him first.
“Since you’re jealous, just keep watching me.” Yan Shixiu finished swapping the new SIM card for her, saved a few frequently used numbers, then handed back her phone, “Go wash up and change. I’ll take you out for dinner.”
“No, I’m tired,” Miss Shi stretched languidly, deliberately singing an opposing tune. In fact, she just didn’t want Mr. Yan to go out and flaunt himself.
“Should I have the hotel bring something to our room?”
“Go back to your own room!” Miss Shi is in an online frenzy.
At this point, Mr. Yan softened a bit, reached out to smooth her hair, and said, “I’ll leave after I watch you fall asleep.”
“I still have a script to read.”
“I have documents to deal with too.” Mr. Yan gestured with his chin toward the folders on the desk, clearly prepared, “Are you really that afraid of being alone with me? Hm?”
Shi the Big Boss couldn’t think of a way to counter him and just thought to herself, boy, can’t you protect yourself a little when you’re out and about? Mr. Yan, do you realize you’re too damn good-looking?
“Suit yourself, I need to freshen up.” Shi Lan felt she needed to cool down.
Yan Shixiu watched her enter the bathroom, a faint smile curving his lips. While Shi Lan was getting ready, he had his assistant order food from the small kitchen and requested it to be delivered to their room.
After washing up, Shi Lan saw Yan Shixiu leaning back in his chair at the desk, reading documents. To distract herself, she also flipped through her script while waiting for the meal.
Both were busy with their own matters, neither paying attention to the other, but it seemed they had become accustomed to each other’s presence. Surprisingly, there wasn’t the slightest hint of awkwardness.
After a while, Shi Lan, sitting on the carpet and feeling a bit tired from marking the script, said to Yan Shixiu, “Water.”
Yan Shixiu looked up, set aside his files, picked up a bottle of mineral water that had been opened, and sat down behind Shi Lan. Then, with a long reach, he wrapped his arms around her upper body and handed her the water.
Shi Lan took a sip from the bottle by her lips and then realized it was the same bottle he had drunk from, which made her look up irritably, but she almost bumped into Yan Shixiu’s chin.
“Why are you so close to me?” Shi the Big Boss only then realized she was practically half-leaning in Yan Shixiu’s embrace.
Mr. Yan extended his hands from behind to encircle her, then held her script and said, “Aren’t you tired from marking? From now on, I am your hands.”
Shi Lan was at a loss for words, as she had never been treated before.
She never felt that women needed men, and in some respects, she could even outdo men. But now, leaning in Yan Shixiu’s arms, she unexpectedly didn’t explode with rage. She even found it comfortable not having to use her own hands.
“Hm? Which line should I mark?”
“The third line,” Shi Lan replied, “With you , I’m starting to suspect you’ll want to feed me later.”