Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
It was silent throughout the whole journey and the silver Rolls-Royce drove into the Yang family’s old house. The building was a British-styled manor with a big courtyard, many trees and peaceful but stylish.
It transmitted an old and solemn domineering feel, elegant and luxurious.
“President Ye…” Cheng Anya called Ye Chen as the attendant went to park the car. She really wanted to ask whether the necklace was fake.
Ye Chen’s eyes skimmed past her coldly as if he had guessed what she wanted to ask. His deep eyes morphed into balls of fury and Cheng Anya judiciously kept quiet.
“Miss Cheng, please show your signature smile.” Ye Chen evilly raised the corners of his lips. This man wore a formal suit and his wine red tie added a tinge of evilness.
His elbow was bent slightly, making a ‘please’ posture.
Cheng Anya showed her signature smile and hooked onto his arms. This was the first time ever since that night that the two of them were so intimate.
Cheng Anya felt a little uneasy as nervousness and embarrassment surged up. Her usual indifference disappeared without a trace.
It seemed like whenever he came close to her, something in her heart would tense up.
It intertwined in balls, making it hard for people to breath but tensed up instead. This feeling made people scared and fearful.
“Miss Cheng, are you nervous?” Ye Chen’s deep voice was magnetic, seducing one’s heart.
Was she nervous?
He raised the corners of his lips slightly as he was happy. He liked her nervousness!
Cheng Anya did not reply. Nervous? What a joke. Was nervousness more important than her dignity?
“Nobody raped you. Do not be like a dead fish.”
F*ck, you’re such a hooligan!
A stream of anger rose up and she had the urge to step on his foot with the sharp heels. However, it was strange. The anger dispersed her nervousness away and Cheng Anya’s signature smile became even wider!
It was no doubt that they were the most outstanding and eye-catching couple. Once they went into the banquet hall, everyone’s gaze was focused on them.
There were envy, jealousy, and disdain. All sorts of gaze were thrown at them from all directions.
Cheng Anya noticed that most of their gazes were not on Ye Chen and her outstanding looks but on her chest…
That kind of gaze was obviously filled with greed and jealousy.
Yun Ruoxi’s face instantly went as white as paper. She clenched her fists, her eyes filled with ruthless hate, as if she wanted to tear Cheng Anya apart.
Yang Zekun’s usual gentle eyes darkened with malicious intent!
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