Chapter 6: A Visit (1)

With a nose shaped by hyaluronic acid injections, opened eyelids, reshaped cheeks, breasts augmented with silicone, and buttocks sculpted through lifting procedures, not to mention her body worn out by men's play.

And let's not even talk about her heavily made-up, affectedly delicate and frail appearance. Every inch of her was far from natural and clean, and yet, such a person had the audacity to expect to cling to him?

The woman, seeing that he glanced over her body several times, confidently pushed out her chest. She tilted her slender leg, flicked her hair with her fingers, lifted a tragically beautiful face as if with tears like pear blossoms in the rain, and looked at him with pitiful, fluttering long eyelashes. The makeup on her face appeared to be waterproof, as there were no smudged traces. It remained delicate and perfect, "It hurts---"

Unexpectedly, she met Yu Zexiao's eyes, filled with extreme rage!

Yu Zexiao's face turned a shade of livid, and he shouted angrily, "Get out, you're so filthy!"

The loud voice also caused the security guards outside to rush in, "Mr. Yu, what happened?"

Yu Zexiao threw his coat furiously onto the ground, pointed his arm angrily at the woman on the floor, and said fiercely, "Get this woman out of here! How do you run security, letting a lunatic sneak in? She dirtied my clothes, too. If something had happened, could you afford to compensate for it?"

He had a mania for cleanliness and couldn't tolerate other people's touch. Her deep purple eyeshadow, sickle-shaped eyebrows, curly hair, underwear far inferior to her outer garments, and the pungent perfume—all he could think about was how many men had been with her, and yet she still dared to provoke him?!

Courting death!

After the woman was dragged away by the security guards, the other staff members left one by one under his intimidating gaze.

Soon, only Jian Anning and Yu Zexiao remained in the empty control room.

Jian Anning pretended to be calm as she placed her coffee cup on the table, not looking at him, her voice crisp, "Is there something?"

"Is there something?" His voice rose slightly on the last word, and Yu Zexiao uttered it with emphasis. He strode forward, as if wrapped in enormous anger, and approached her menacingly.

"You tell me what I'm here for!"

Even when angry, his voice was like the deep notes of a cello, resonant and rich.

She subtly turned her body, unconsciously lowered her head, and took half a step back.

It wasn't fear but rather—a bit of embarrassment.

This morning, when she woke up in bed, seeing the disheveled sheets and his naked body, she truly didn't know how to face him. So she deliberately avoided his gaze tonight, purposely distancing herself to work behind the scenes when she was supposed to be his life assistant, all to minimize the chances of meeting him.

"If, if it's about last night's matter..."

After a moment, she lifted her head and met his deep gaze, struggling to say, "About last night, I hope you can forget it. I had too much to drink. So... I made a little mistake. Rest assured, I absolutely won't tell the media, nor will I bother you. I've already taken emergency contraception, so there won't be any worries left behind."

Forget, made a little mistake, won't bother you, emergency contraception...

When she'd finished speaking, Yu Zexiao's whole handsome face seemed twisted!

If these words were overheard by his good friend Mo Siyu, he might silently congratulate her for knowing her place and consider contacting her again in the future.