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"What are you going crazy about?" I asked.
He didn't respond, simply driving the car towards the suburbs.
When we arrived at the villa, he pulled me inside. The house was lavishly decorated, resembling a golden palace from a drama series.
"Do you like it?" he asked me.
I crossed my arms and looked at him provocatively. "President Chen, what is all this for?"
Suddenly, he embraced me, burying his head in my neck.
" Yan'er, I won't allow you to get involved with other men anymore," he said in a muffled voice.
I let out a cold laugh. "President Chen, are you planning to keep me as your mistress?"
He lifted his head, gazing intensely at me.
"Just give me some time, okay?" I looked at him, pretending to be reluctant.
He smiled slightly. "Stop acting; I know your little tricks too well."
I snorted softly, noncommittal.
He gently caressed my face. "I've been looking for you these days."
I lowered my eyes, thinking to myself that no one would believe that.
"Really?" I asked, feigning innocence.
"Of course," he replied earnestly.
"Then why didn't you come find me?" I looked down, putting on a facade of disappointment.
He sighed. "I was afraid you were still angry."
I tilted my head, pretending to be confused.
"From now on, don't wear such heavy makeup, okay?" he said.
I chuckled lightly. "President Chen, are you confessing your feelings to me? But you already have a wife!"
He stared at me in silence.
"What? No response?" I asked with a cold smile.
He took a deep breath and looked at me. “ Yan'er, I know you’re still angry with me, but trust me, I will give you a proper title.”
I raised an eyebrow. “What if I don’t believe you?”
He pulled me into his arms. “What can I do to make you believe me?”
I pushed him away and took two steps back. “Let me think about it.”
He stared at me for a long time before sighing. He stepped closer, took my hand, and placed it on his chest.
My heart skipped a beat. His heartbeat was strong and steady, resonating through his shirt, reminding me of the times we were in love.
I found myself lost in memories of the past when we were inseparable, sharing everything.
I completed my resignation process and parked the sports car that Chen Zhaonian had bought for me right in front of the company.
My colleagues whispered among themselves; I knew they were laughing at me, mocking me for being kept.
But they didn’t understand that this was harder than I had imagined.
During lunch, I ran into An Huaishan at the restaurant.
To be precise, the three of us encountered each other by chance.
As I brushed past An Huaishan, her gaze swept over me lightly.
I felt as if I had stolen something from someone, an inexplicable sense of unease washing over me.
That evening, Chen Zhaonian arrived at the villa.
“What’s wrong? Are you unhappy?” He noticed my discomfort.
“Hmm.” I responded coldly.
But he smiled. “You resigned?”
"What does it have to do with you?" I asked irritably.
"Are you unhappy because of your resignation?" he inquired.
I remained silent, which was an acknowledgment.
He chuckled and walked over to embrace me.
I pulled away, not knowing why, but whenever I thought of An Huaishan, I didn't want him to touch me.
He wrapped his arms around me, preventing my escape.
I twisted a couple of times but couldn't break free, so I rolled my eyes and sat down beside him.
My little temper made him laugh.
He gently patted my head and asked, "What's wrong?"
I kept my head down and said nothing.
He lifted my chin, forcing me to look at him.
In a fit of stubbornness, I turned my head away, refusing to meet his gaze.
He turned my shoulder to face him directly.
"What's really bothering you?" he asked.
I lowered my eyes, biting my lip, and finally spoke, "Chen Zhaonian, I hate the feeling of secrecy."
He was taken aback, not expecting me to say that.
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