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Her new phone was said to have impressive pixels, and since someone was willing to be in the frame without a hint of shame, she was happy to oblige. "Could you please tear open your shirt to reveal that sexy chest of yours? And make your smile a bit more seductive; it’ll make for a better shot," she suggested playfully.
She held her phone high, adjusting the angle while leaning in with a friendly smile at the Secretary, who immediately gasped, her face turning as red as a ripe apple as she covered her face with her hands.
Well, perhaps a bit too ripe, with a hint of something decadent.
"Are you complaining that your work is too easy?" he said, casually tossing a meeting record at her, demanding a summary, his eyes flashing with annoyance.
"Wow, someone's in a bad mood. Are you blaming me for interrupting your little moment?"
She tucked her phone away and turned to run off with a light step. "I’ll go get you some Summer Caltrop Granules to cool you down!"
In the tea room, Yuan Qingqing sipped her coffee while scrolling through her phone. The lens captured Ye Yangfan's expressions—either indifferent or irritated—but when he saw a woman, his smile turned particularly gentle. In front of friends, he acted carefree and nonchalant, but when teasing someone, he seemed almost disinterested...
No matter what expression crossed his face, he always looked stunningly charming. She squinted slightly, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"You better delete that video from earlier!"
The Secretary's voice cut through the air, accompanied by a strong scent of perfume. Her commanding tone was a stark contrast to the shy demeanor from before.
Yuan Qingqing shot her a sideways glance, raising an eyebrow slightly. She couldn’t be bothered to respond and continued to focus on her phone.
"What are you looking at? The General Manager likes my devilish figure. You think your skinny green bean look can distract him? You’re simply overestimating yourself."
She proudly thrust out her impressive chest in defiance, mocking her underdeveloped figure.
"Hmph, a pair of shameless dogs," Yuan Qingqing scoffed, disdain evident in her eyes as she lightly curled her lip.
The Secretary, insulted, pushed Yuan Qingqing without hesitation. The petite Yuan Qingqing had no way to brace herself and stumbled backward, knocking a glass off the table. The shards of glass sliced a long wound on her smooth calf.
Yuan Qingqing winced in pain, gasping sharply.
A figure rushed out from the general manager's office, looking anxious as they pushed past the obstructing Secretary. Ye Yangfan's heart ached at the sight of her bleeding wound.
Damn it, this woman is too vicious. If there’s a scar left on Qingqing's leg, I’ll throw acid on her face!
His eyes were filled with anger and pity as he crouched down to examine the injury.
" Brother Yangfan, you like me."
Yuan Qingqing's cheeks flushed bright red, as if she had stolen the color of dawn, her eyes sparkling.
She never expected Ye Yangfan would boldly carry her into the general manager's office. Even more outrageous was that he didn’t set her down on the sofa but held her tightly in his arms, his restless hands roaming over her back.
Big Pervert, always restless around women.
She secretly pondered, though a hint of shyness graced her face.
“Nonsense, I have no interest in shriveled green beans.” He was purely worried about her, even though she always managed to infuriate him.
But there were moments when she was adorable; every time he saw her sweet smile, it felt like sunshine pouring into his heart, warm and gentle, bringing him great joy. He shook his head lightly, a trace of helplessness in his gaze.
However, she had truly grown up. Her petite figure was light and soft, her skin smooth and delicate like the finest mutton fat.
So close, he could clearly smell her fragrance—a fresh and natural green tea scent that made him want to bury his face in her hair and savor her sweetness. He paused for a moment, an unusual glint flashing in his eyes.
What was happening to him? How could he have such strange thoughts about her? He furrowed his brow, seemingly lost in contemplation.
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