Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

  “Vice-President Zheng loves to drink tea. Go and make a pot of Pu’er tea.” Nian Xiaomu instructed the secretary.

  The secretary quickly took her leave.

  Zheng Yan’s expression had not appeared to be too good yesterday when she left in anger.

  Before she came, she had tried to imagine Nian Xiaomu’s reaction when she saw her today and even pondered if Nian Xiaomu would be willing to see her.

  She hadn’t expected that Nian Xiaomu would have allowed her in so magnanimously and even instructed the secretary to prepare tea for her.

  Such a polite reception made one’s heart flutter a little.

  She felt a slight chill run down her spine…


  “I thought that you would not be willing to see me.” The astonished expression on Zheng Yan’s face only remained on her face for a second. Then, she walked over to Nian Xiaomu’s office desk and sat down on the chair.

  With her calm, unperturbed attitude, she seemed as though she was an old friend of Nian Xiaomu’s who was here to chat and reminisce about former times instead of being here for a negotiation.

  As she propped her head up slightly with one hand, she looked at Nian Xiaomu with a smiley face.

  Her full face of delicate makeup, her charming red phoenix eyes, and the tip of her eyebrows revealed a flirtatious vibe.

  She did not wear a suit today, and her white floral maxi dress nearly reached her ankles.

  Even though she had paired the shoulder strap dress with a blazer, her sexy collarbones could still be subtly seen…


  Nian Xiaomu was left deep in thought just by staring at her, let alone a man.

  There are many beautiful women around. However, it was indeed a little rare to encounter one like Zheng Yan-One who could make a man’s heart flutter, while at the same time, pose a threat to a woman.

  Otherwise, others would not have commented that she resembled a vixen.

  However, Nian Xiaomu did not bear a great enmity toward this “vixen” right now. When she heard what Zheng Yan had said, she opened her mouth and replied.

  “Why would I not want to see you? You are the one who left in anger, so I do not have a reason not to see you since you already had the guts to look for me.”


  Zheng Yan was slightly taken aback by the unexpected reply.

  “It seems like you knew the truth about the photo?” Zheng Yan thought of this and smiled.

  However, she did not fly into a rage out of humiliation even after her lies were exposed and instead, remained calmly seated on the chair. When she saw the secretary bringing the beverages in, she took the initiative to reach out for a cup of tea and placed it in front of Nian Xiaomu instead of drinking it.

  “Do you like to drink Pu’er?”


  Nian Xiaomu was stunned at her sudden approach.

  She circled the tip of her nose above the teacup and took a whiff of the fragrance of the tea. Before she could return to her senses, Zheng Yan had already poked her face with her fingers and commented, “You have a really good complexion. It’s so smooth, just like an egg without its shell. I bet you spend a great amount of time maintaining it, eh?”


  “…”


  “Actually, it’s fine if you know. Yes, I had taken that photo in secret and it was indeed true that nothing was going on between Young Master Han and I. The reason I intentionally looked for you the other day was that I wanted to sound you out. However, I did not expect that… You are really special and you are different from how I had imagined you to be. As such, take it that I was pranking you. Shall we reconcile?”


  As Zheng Yan spoke, she stretched her hands and reached out for Nian Xiaomu.

  She stared at her with an expectant look.

  “…!”


  She had just touched her face, even praising her for her good complexion as well as her uniqueness.

  And now, she mentioned that she wanted to reconcile with her…


  Nian Xiaomu’s thoughts were in a whirl.

  Her thoughts were so tangled up that they could not be untangled no matter what!

  She constantly had a feeling that Zheng Yan would confess to her the moment she agreed to reconcile.

  Why was she feeling a little nervous, yet a little expectant?

  Numerous men had confessed to her multiple times, but she had never encountered a confession from a woman…


  Aware of her thoughts, Nian Xiaomu suddenly raised her hand and slapped her head forcefully.

  It was all Yu Yuehan’s fault—he had led her thoughts astray with just a sentence that indicated Zheng Yan’s preference toward women.

  And now, Nian Xiaomu constantly felt that Zheng Yan harbored an ulterior motive toward her.