Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

  Ye Chen looked at Yun Ruoxi and saw that she seemed sad. With tears in her eyes, she walked out suddenly.

  Ye Chen’s eyes flashed and took his hand off Cheng Anya’s waist. He chased after Yun Ruoxi without even looking at Cheng Anya.

  Everyone in the room saw this scene and Cheng Anya instantly became a joke.

  They made such a high-profile entrance, yet Third Young Master Ye immediately left her once he saw his girlfriend. In the eyes of others, Cheng Anya was only seasoning to Ye Chen’s life. As for why she wore the Rose Tear, perhaps Cheng Anya swayed Ye Chen through pillow talk.

  Cheng Anya had just recently become Ye Chen’s secretary and this was her first time accompanying him to a banquet. Therefore, not many people could recognize her.

  Furthermore, she looked too pure, just like a university student who just graduated. Her appearance was very different from the image of the rumored London’s best secretary.

  It was normal for people to think that she was Ye Chen’s mistress.

  The outstanding would usually bear the brunt of the attack. The necklace had already made all the ladies jealous of Cheng Anya. After being ditched by Third Young Master Ye, it was natural for her to become a joke in the eyes of others.

  Looks of jealousy and despise came from all directions, piercing Cheng Anya like silver needles.

  Her smile was faint as she was already used to being the shield for Klose. Cheng Anya had become invincible as it was common for women to be jealous of and hate her.

  But…


  Why did she feel so bitter this time?

  Ye Chen, you’re a damn bastard!

  If you wanted her, why did you have to bring me out in the first place!

  “Oh, Cheng Anya, I thought you were a sparrow that flew up the branch and became a phoenix, but it turns out you’re just a sparrow wearing a phoenix’s clothes. Third Young Master Ye is busy comforting Yun Ruoxi. What are you still doing here? So embarrassing!” Chen Yingying sneered sharply.

  Wearing a black gown with a deep V-neck design, her plump chest was indistinct. She was dressed flirtatiously and looked very sexy.

  “This Rose Tear must be fake?” She jeered at Cheng Anya while covering her mouth. “How could you be suitable for this necklace? Ye Chen must have lied to you in order to sleep with you. So pathetic.”


  Chen Yingying seemed to be addicted to sneering. Wang Rui stood at a side and coveted Cheng Anya’s beauty. He laughed obscenely, his gaze licentious.

  Cheng Anya smiled calmly. “May I ask if we know each other? Why are you talking to yourself?”