Future Madam Yang

Yang Feng's brows came together, creasing his perfectly fine forehead. The rumor? What rumor? His eyes trailed back to Su Meixiu who was waiting patiently at the door, standing tall and pristine, the same way she always confidently stood when she was around him.

Just then, he remembered the word of Zhao Moyao at the hospital. Her nickname in the office was Future Madam Yang. Was this the rumor bothering Zhao Lifei? He turned his head to her, watching as she snobbily ate her congee with a spoilt expression on her face. She was so passive aggressive, it amused him.

He caressed the back of her head. "I'll address it." He said, leaning in to kiss her forehead, but she resisted and pushed him away. Seeing her like this, he quickly texted Chen Gaonan and his other assistants to clear up the rumor. Such a stupid rumor...he ensured it would never happen again.