Nan Yangyang waited for a few minutes without hearing any movement, only to realize she had been fooled!
The bedroom door was clearly behind her, but she didn’t want to see that girl for even a second.
She walked out of the room and stood on the balcony in the hallway, looking at the building standing not far away, and thought about the man working inside—she wished she could fly over there.
She adjusted her mood, lifted her head high, and walked downstairs.
The Chi Chen Company’s office was right in front of her.
Nan Yangyang took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
Soon, footsteps were heard from inside.
At the end of the hallway, not far away, sunlight streamed through the glass windows, warm. She thought it was really nice; anywhere that man was felt like heaven.
Hearing the door open, she showed a well-practiced, faint smile, perfectly sculpted, her heartbeat uncontrollably speeding up.
It had been a long time since she last saw Ye Gushen.
But the moment she saw Feng Li’s dark, handsome face, her heart sank to the bottom.
"Miss Nan, he’s not here."
"Not here? But just now, that girl said he was here..." She tried to look past Feng Li’s frame into the office.
"You mean Young Madam? The sir was just called away by her phone call." Feng Li answered solemnly.
"Young Madam? Feng Li, they haven’t even married, and you’re already calling her that?" Nan Yangyang was enraged. Without Ye Gushen present, she didn’t have to fake good manners.
"Miss Nan, I’m just following orders. If you have nothing else, you should come here less. Sir will report to him over there." Feng Li’s serious reply made her angrier.
Nan Yangyang had always known she couldn’t afford to offend Ye Gushen; even her father dared not offend him easily and had to treat him with due respect.
From the first moment she saw Ye Gushen, she had decided she would marry him, become his wife.
She had been working hard to make herself outstanding.
But she hadn’t expected a wild girl to appear halfway, even being called a Young Madam.
The scheme worked pretty well.
Over there, Nan Yangyang was furious, while the high and mighty Ye, holding an ice cream, sat by the bed, looking at the little girl with a cute pout who threw him a side glance.
"It’s melting..." he reminded her.
"It’s melting, Uncle Ye, don’t you know how to eat?" Tang Suiyu turned around, seeing the ice cream dripping on the back of his hand, feeling distressed, and had a sudden urge to lick the back of his hand.
She was shocked by her own thought.
This must be because ice cream is too rare!
She started eating ice cream in big bites, casually asking, "The woman who came to see you just now, what’s her name?"
"Nan Yangyang..." she murmured the name, purple taro-flavored ice cream smudged around her mouth, while her left hand quickly tapped on the keyboard.
"Uncle Ye, did you know? No one has ever looked at me like that, no wait, you also looked at me like that, questioned my name with that tone, as if she were the mistress. Big sister here was instantly enraged!" She took a big bite of the ice cream, milk dripping from the corner of her mouth.
Ye Gushen spread out his palm, milk dripped into his palm, he clenched his fist, then wiped her mouth with his forefinger, "Is it good?"
"It’s not bad..." She froze for a moment, glanced at the information on Nan Yangyang appearing on the screen, and didn’t care much.
"She indeed has an unusual background, seems quite fitting with you, Uncle Ye..." she said with a cheerful smile, that handsome face approached her again.