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Ye Yangfan's lips curled slightly upward, a hint of mockery in his gaze.
Since childhood, she had always called him brother, and it wouldn't be wrong to say she was his sister.
Zhuo Lan let out a breath of relief, but Yuan Qingqing mischievously added, "We're not biological siblings, you know. I also hold the roles of his girlfriend, little lover, and future wife all at once."
A playful smile danced on Yuan Qingqing's face, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Standing beside him, she looked at Zhuo Lan with a beaming smile.
Seeing the proud yet shy expression in her eyes, Ye Yangfan suddenly felt a warm softness in his heart, as if he were cradling a small sun.
He paused for a moment, his gaze softening.
"Yuan Qingqing, don't chat with others during work," Ye Yangfan said, casting her an annoyed glance that held a hint of reproach.
"I'm just building rapport with my colleagues. Besides, a graceful lady attracts a gentleman. If they come to talk to me, as an intern, I have no reason to ignore them," she replied, sticking out her tongue and making a silly face.
"Forget those gentlemen and ladies; which fool is bothering you? I’ll have him fired," he frowned, his expression serious but with a trace of concern in his eyes.
She looked at him curiously, tilting her head slightly to the side with a hint of confusion. " Brother Yangfan, you seem a bit off. Do you need to take some medicine?"
"You really care about me too much; you even notice the subtle expressions on my face," Ye Yangfan puffed out his chest proudly, taking the opportunity to stroke her smooth hair, his fingers gliding gently through the strands.
He seemed to have changed somewhat, enjoying playful intimacy with her and then laughing mischievously at her cold reactions, a smirk playing on his lips.
" Brother Yangfan, let's date," she said tentatively, her eyes fixed on him with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.
"Sure." He casually agreed, clearly lacking any sincerity.
Ye Yangfan shrugged indifferently.
The sound of high heels clicking echoed in his ears. Upon hearing that familiar rhythm, Yuan Qingqing reflexively wrote a large "3" on the calendar—Director Zhuo Lan from Lianhua Group was back, and this was her third visit to Haitian in one day.
She frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes.
In recent days, she had been approaching Ye Yangfan under the guise of cooperation, doing everything she could to please him in hopes of rekindling their old romance.
However, Ye Yangfan, having found new amusement, was immersed in the joy of teasing Yuan Qingqing every day and had no intention of paying her any attention.
"You think I don't know? You're clinging to me like a ghost just to leverage my connections to take over the Lianhua board."
Ye Yangfan smirked, a cold smile playing on his lips as he pierced through Zhuo Lan's hypocrisy with sharp eyes.
"We can both get what we want."
Zhuo Lan approached him with a charming demeanor, her hand playfully resting on his shoulder as she gently swayed it. "The pleasure I can bring you is definitely more than that yellow-haired girl."
He let out a cold laugh as he watched her lean in further, bending slightly to reveal an enticing cleavage.
In terms of looks, she was indeed stunningly beautiful, but she was too calculating, treating emotions as mere bargaining chips without any sincerity.
What was even more ridiculous was her lack of self-awareness, believing that all men should revolve around her.
He slightly turned to the side, avoiding Zhuo Lan's lips as she leaned in, lowering his head to move the chair back a few steps.
Yet from a certain angle, the two who seemed to be apart looked as if they were kissing. Moreover, he was surrounded by a stunning beauty who seemed to be throwing herself at him, making it appear as though he was indulging in the flowers. He furrowed his brow in frustration, a hint of annoyance crossing his face.
"The office is too hot; I’ll open the window for some fresh air."
This Big Pervert really had no standards; how could he not choke on a woman like Zhuo Lan?
Ye Yangfan said this while walking toward the window, pushing it open with his hand.
The wind rushed in from the twenty-eighth floor, sending papers on the desk fluttering up and down. Her heart felt like those papers, rising and falling in the air without any place to land.
She had always known about his flirtatious nature, but it was only at this moment of witnessing it firsthand that she realized how deeply her feelings for him ran. She pressed her hand tightly against her chest, a look of pain etched on her face.
"Don't misunderstand; there’s nothing between me and you, Zhuo Lan." Ye Yangfan explained urgently, his eyes fixed on Yuan Qingqing with a hint of anxiety.
"If it weren't for someone barging in uninvited, we would have had something by now."
Zhuo Lan deliberately held onto him to create a false impression, leaving him no chance to deny it. Since she knew his choice wasn’t her, she might as well give them a little gift and let them walk together smoothly; it would be too unfair to herself after all the effort she had put in during this time.
Zhuo Lan clung tightly to Ye Yangfan, a smirk of satisfaction on her face.
"Get off me. I’ll count to three; if you don’t let go, you can expect to stay in the bathroom all day!"
Ye Yangfan coldly pried apart Zhuo Lan's octopus-like hands and stepped forward to grab Yuan Qingqing, who was about to turn and leave. He tightly held her wrist, wanting to stop her from going, his lips moved but no words came out.
Why did he feel so anxious and flustered when he saw her misunderstanding?
Why did he desperately want to hold onto her when he saw her about to leave?
It felt as if something had changed without him realizing it, yet Ye Yangfan still couldn't understand it himself. He furrowed his brow, lost in thought.
"Qingqing, you have to believe me." After a long pause, Ye Yangfan awkwardly uttered these words while holding onto her hand, his eyes filled with a hint of hope.
"Just say that you like me, that you only like me," she bit her lip, staring intently into his eyes, a stubborn glint in her gaze.
Yuan Qingqing's heart ached painfully, yet she still waited for him with anticipation until he slowly released her hand. A tear unexpectedly slipped down her cheek.
"Big Pervert, Casanova."
She shot him a hurt glance before biting her lip and turning away, walking briskly.
She always thought his indifference towards feelings stemmed from not realizing someone lived in his heart. But after all the twists and turns, it turned out to be just her one-sided play. Even though she had imagined a thousand ways to confront him, now she could only choose to let go.
Yuan Qingqing's shoulders trembled slightly, as if she were crying.
Watching her retreating figure, Ye Yangfan felt as if a piece of his heart was missing, unable to be pieced together. He stood there in a daze, his gaze hollow.
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