Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

  Ye Chen stood up and walked toward Cheng Anya. His cold eyes were filled with surprise as he noticed that she was skinny but had a plump chest. At first, he thought that she wouldn’t be suitable for the dress, but he did not expect that the result would be so amazingly beautiful.

  Ye Chen’s heart was strangely unhappy as he thought of how others would be able to look at her beauty. He had an urge to keep her in his pocket.

  “Miss Cheng, you are beautiful.” His unbridled and evil gaze landed on her plump chest. Her snow-white skin and indistinct cleavage made people want to tear her dress.

  Cheng Anya suppressed the anger in her heart and smiled perfectly. “Thanks for the compliment, President Ye!”


  This woman was obviously showing a fake smile, but why was it so touching?

  Ye Chen’s fingers frivolously brushed past Cheng Anya’s bare skin and the silk-like texture captivated him. An electric current streamed through Cheng Anya’s back and rotated once in her brain before dispersing in her limbs. Her whole body shivered and her skin could not help but turn a little pink.

  Who would dare to compete with Third Young Master Ye in terms of flirting?

  His eyes were evil, unbridled, and deep. His gaze was like a charming swirl, indulging people in it. Cheng Anya could no longer maintain her perfect smile and her heart thumped.

  Everyone said that there was no one that Third Young Master Ye could not seduce if he wanted to.

  He had delicate features, perfect body, and evilness that were elegant and mysterious, befitting of a lady-killer.

  Just as Cheng Anya could no longer stand this flirtatious atmosphere and wanted to step back as her heart was about to jump out of her throat, Third Young Master Ye hugged her waist and evilly said, “Do not move!”


  A sapphire blue gemstone necklace was worn on Cheng Anya’s neck. The teardrop-shaped necklace hung in front of her chest, matching her clothes and temperament.

  It created an air of mystery about Cheng Anya.

  “My woman, please do not embarrass me!” Third Young Master Ye evilly said this by the side of her ear before pushing her away as if nothing had happened. He politely said, “Miss Cheng, let’s go!”


  Cheng Anya looked at the necklace in front of her chest and her heart skipped a beat. This was not an illusion. The necklace was MBS’ limited edition gem, Rose Tear.

  The jewelry company under MBS was one of MBS’ main industries. It was the three pillars of MBS together with real estate and media. The Rose Tear was a work pushed out five years ago when MBS participated in Milan’s jewelry exhibition.

  It caused a sensation among the jewelry industry at that time and was a global phenomenon.

  It attracted countless celebrities and socialites to go after it.

  Cheng Anya knew about this when she was cramming MBS’ history. She especially noticed that the designer of this necklace was Ye Chen!

  Cheng Anya silently looked up at the starry sky as her heart thumped. She could not control herself even though she was usually very calm.

  What did Ye Chen mean?

  This…


  Should be fake?

  She could only control her rapidly thumping heart after thinking this way.