Can't Pretend in Front of Him

Black and white are timeless classic colors. Combined with the traditional Chinese knot, this design will not be outdated with the passing of time. It will be a work of art that endures through the ages.

The blend of stability and ethereality gives off a deep, yet melancholic feeling.

Just like Zhan Yeling, he's powerful and mysterious. No one dares to disrespect him, let alone try to understand the depths of his soul.

But isn't it the soul's depth that holds the most precious things?

To be precise, the inspiration for this design came from Zhan Yeling.

Of course, Xiong Miao couldn't possibly tell him this.

Gazing at the computer screen, Zhan Yeling's deep-set eyes slightly squint at the trendy and stylish clothes. It's evident from the illustrations of the models that Xiong Miao's design skills are profound.

Zhan Yeling remains silent, scrutinizing the images on the computer screen.

Xiong Miao, thinking he was upset because her drawings were rushed and messy, quickly explained, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhan. These were all drawn overnight, and they're a bit rough. Don't worry, I'll improve them later."

"Did you draw all these in one day?" Gu Yi, who was watching along, widened his eyes incredulously upon hearing this.

A single person completed so many designs in one night!

Is she a genius?

No, more than that, she's a god!

"Yes, I know we are out of time for the new product release," said Xiong Miao, considering the company's interests.

Clearly, Zhan Yeling was satisfied with the designs and Xiong Miao's performance today: "Hmm, not bad."

His low voice rang out, not a deliberate compliment, but a typical workday sentiment.

Yet those few short words made Xiong Miao's heart bloom with joy.

Her designs had finally been approved by Mr. Zhan!

The all-nighter was worth it!

She hadn't even imagined that gaining Zhan Yeling's approval would make her so incredibly happy.

Her heart was about to burst with elation.

"Then, Mr. Zhan, next we'll start drafting and producing," Xiong Miao stammered excitedly.

"Alright, get to it," Zhan Yeling said as he leaned back in his chair, his long legs stretched out on the desk, hands casually crossed over his chest.

Leisurely and casually, yet his intimidating presence remained.

Xiong Miao, still in the position of holding her computer, swallowed nervously at Zhan Yeling's relaxed demeanor.

She had just been worried about her computer desecrating his meticulously kept desk.

But now?

He directly put his feet up on it.

No matter, she won't argue with him. After all, she's just a subordinate.

"Anything else?" Zhan Yeling asked, his magnetic voice sliding from his thin lips.

"No, nothing else," Xiong Miao quickly closed her computer. "Please take your time, Mr. Zhan. I'll take my leave now."

As she turned to leave, her vision suddenly blurred with stars. Feeling dizzy, her legs gave way, and she collapsed. The computer slipped from her hands and clattered onto the floor.

Xiong Miao didn't fall to the ground, but onto Zhan Yeling's legs.

His legs were stretched out on the desk, making a long makeshift bed. As Xiong Miao fainted backwards, she conveniently landed on his legs, unconscious.

Xiong Miao fainted too quickly. Gu Yi was about to step forward to help her, but she had already collapsed heavily onto Zhan Yeling's long legs.

In this situation, he didn't know whether to step forward or not. Not going forward made him seem negligent of his duty, which was to protect President Zhan.

Going forward would be intrusive as she was already lying on President Zhan's legs, moreover, she was President Zhan's woman. If he moved her recklessly and angered President Zhan, it would be worse.

Gu Yi cast a questioning glance at Zhan Yeling, only to be met with a cold, icy glare and a face as dark as ink.

President Zhan was irritated, but why?

Gu Yi wasn't sure.

Thinking quickly, he aborted his step forward, turned around, and slipped out of the office.

Zhan Yeling gritted his teeth, deep-set eyes swirling with anger.

Great, Gu Yi had become daring enough to slack off on his duties!

If he wanted to die!

And this woman, could she faint to attract his attention on any occasion?

She really overestimated herself!

"Hey, wake up!" Zhan Yeling jostled his long legs, his face sullen.

The woman's body only swayed with his movement, offering no response.

Her full weight was pressing on his leg, and if he withdrew, she would fall to the floor, shattering like a computer.

She didn't seem to be faking it.

Zhan Yeling sat up straight, propped Xiong Miao's shoulders, helped her sit upright, one hand supporting her, and the other pinching her philtrum.

"Hiss, it hurts!" Xiong Miao frowned, waking up in pain.

"Who was that? Applying so much force, are you trying to kill me?" Even if it was pinching the philtrum, couldn't he have been a bit gentler? Xiong Miao instinctively lashed out.

She turned her head to see Zhan Yeling's cold, icy eyes and immediately fell silent.

"Repeating your old tricks, huh?" Zhan Yeling's pleasant voice carried a hint of displeasure.

At this moment, she was in his arms, leaning against him. His slightly cool body heat was transmitted through the cloth onto her skin. His strong masculine scent enveloped her.

This intimate distance brought back memories of their encounter at the hotel four years ago.

Rosiness instantly spread across Xiong Miao's fair face. She hurriedly got up but stumbled a bit as her body hadn't recovered yet. To prevent another fall, she quickly grabbed the nearest object for stability.

The object she grabbed was warm, and she heard a faint grunt of pain.

In her panic, she saw Zhan Yeling's handsome face showing a cold, stern expression.

"I... I'm sorry…" she hadn't meant to grab his leg.

The man didn't speak, just stared at her with icy eyes that felt like they could bore a hole through her.

Fear crept into Xiong Miao's heart, worried that he might misconstrue her actions as a deliberate attempt to get his attention. She explained, "I... I have low blood sugar and didn't have breakfast, that's why I fainted..."

After giving birth, she didn't have anyone to take care of her during her postpartum recovery. Her meals were poor, and she had to take care of six babies alone, which led to her developing hypoglycemia.

She had spent the whole of last night awake and hurriedly prepared breakfast for her children in the morning. In her busyness, she hadn't even found time to eat a single bite for herself.

That was why she had inevitably fainted.

"Knock, knock." At this moment, the office door was knocked upon.

"Come in." Zhan Yeling's face remained frosty.

"President, your coffee." The secretary would deliver a cup of coffee every so often.

Noticing President Zhan's unusual expression, the secretary quickly set down the coffee and fled the office as if escaping.

They feared President Zhan's anger might spill over onto them.

Xiong Miao naturally realized she had upset Zhan Yeling again. "President Zhan, I... I'll get back to work now..."

She didn't dare to meet his eyes.

"Wait." His commanding voice rang out from behind her.

Xiong Miao stopped in her tracks, her heart pounding.

She knew he wouldn't let her off easily. How was he going to humiliate her this time?

"Drink the coffee," he said.