It was that one look, and Ya Jiayi immediately lowered her head. Having been with him for so long, she naturally knew that there was a tinge of faint anger in his eyes.
"In the future, in front of her, call me ’Mr. Situ.’" Without needing to say it, Ya Jiayi already knew exactly who the "her" he referred to was.
She nodded repeatedly, not daring to say another word, and respectfully watched him take long strides to enter the door.
Situ Xuan gripped his cell phone tightly, a glint flashing through his grey-blue pupils.
Jian Anning, right? I’m looking forward to our next meeting! And that day won’t be too far away...
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On the other side, Yu Zexiao, having been tormented by Mo Siyu all night, only returned to the hotel at this time.
Pushing open the door, the interior was quiet and empty. Gone was his little assistant’s stern demeanor, her serious reprimand, or even her bustling about busily beside him—
Although it was still the same room, it somehow felt like something was missing.
Just as he was feeling a bit melancholic, the door suddenly opened from the outside, and he turned his head to see Jian Anning standing by the door!
Yu Zexiao’s eyes lit up immediately, and he raised his chin habitually with a proud and coy expression, "How come you’re only back now? It looks like you’ve been loafing around, haven’t you?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than he choked on his words.
Because last night, Mo Siyu told him that women liked to hear sweet nothings. "Like you, chin always tilted higher than most before you’ve barely spoken two sentences, how could anyone fall for you?"
Yu Zexiao disagreed, "How can that be! Every single one of my fans wishes they could cling to me!"
"Is that little assistant one of your fans?" Yu Zexiao was at a loss for words, and Mo Siyu continued persuasively, "If you want to woo her, there are a few famous words from the pioneer of all womanizers, Ximen Qing, called ’Pan, Donkey, Deng, Leisure’. ’Pan’ refers to beauty surpassing that of Pan An. ’Deng’ refers to the ancient wealthy tycoon Deng Tong, and it’s not enough just to be rich—you also have to be willing to spend money on the lady. ’Little’ means you have to lower yourself like Xiao, showing some humility. As for ’leisure’, that means you must have some free time."
As he said this, he even pinched his chin, scanning Yu Xingxing up and down, "In your case, there’s no question about looks—you’re more beauteous than the ladies! Rich—you are indeed quite wealthy. But, are you willing to splash cash on her every day? A bouquet of roses today, a necklace tomorrow, I guarantee you’ll win the beauty! You definitely have the leisure time, but to act humbly—that’s where I must speak frankly. Every time you’ve barely spoken two sentences, you infuriate her to the point of jumping up and down; forget about being humble, your attitude is more like you’re trying to death by a thousand cuts. The conversation doesn’t get past two sentences before it turns into an argument; how can you expect her to fall hopelessly in love with you!"
Yu Zexiao furrowed his brows and thought long and hard, then suddenly asked, "What about the donkey? You’re not seriously suggesting I act like a beast of burden for her, are you?"
Mo Siyu looked at him with a strange gaze—and then his eyes wandered downwards, finally focusing on Yu Zexiao’s lower regions, then he raised an eyebrow and smiled, "—well, that depends on your prowess in that department, whether you can keep the little assistant’s heart captive or not!"
Yu Zexiao was nearly choked to death! He would never have thought that one of the ultimate skills in seducing beauties turned out to be bedchamber prowess that leaves them