"So, there is no such thing as fairness in this world. You can only beco stronger to make others bow down in submission, rather than look at you with contempt."
A voice as deep as heavy tal echoed in her ears. Su Jiuyi stared blankly at him, as if she had already tossed aside pretending to be angry earlier, and in her world, there was only him before her.
Her heart seed to float from a bottomless valley to the sunlit sea surface.
A gust of wind blew in through the floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides, brushing against Su Jiuyi’s face. In an instant, she felt as if she were subrged in the sea.
This prolonged gaze was eventually broken by Shi Aoju’s sudden laughter.
Su Jiuyi snapped back to herself instantly. She shook her head, trying to regain her previous clarity.
"I was just teasing you." He picked up the glass on the table and took a light sip of coffee.
The simple four words left Su Jiuyi in a daze. Her recently reconnected neurons failed to process what exactly Shi Aoju had tricked her about.
Shi Aoju raised his large hand and tousled the hair on top of her head: "You won’t be kicked out, don’t worry."
Her outfit today was a bit different from usual. Although the maid uniform was also a dress, its simple style could not compare with the exquisite won’s clothing in display cases. Today, Su Jiuyi deliberately wore light makeup, no longer dressed in a simple T-shirt and jeans, but rather a knee-length dress.
The white dress made her skin look even fairer, with a silk belt around her waist, giving her an air of vitality.
The ambiguous actions and gentle words made the atmosphere in the room turn intimate. Su Jiuyi felt her whole body’s temperature rising, unable to cool down even with the air conditioner set low.
Shi Aoju always seed to have the knack for making her heart race uncontrollably, and she could feel the tension rising within herself.
Yet, he didn’t seem to plan on letting her go. After setting down the coffee cup, he placed a hand on the table and slowly leaned forward, gently lifting her chin with his other hand.
The neurons Su Jiuyi had just reconnected broke apart again, her mind blank, unable to discern if Shi Aoju’s enlarged handso face was a dream or reality. She nervously closed her eyes.
If this really is a dream, she hoped she wouldn’t wake up anyti soon.
Just as their lips were about to touch, there was a knock on the door outside, neither too soft nor too loud.
Su Jiuyi, as if caught doing sothing wrong, suddenly jumped back far away, nervously retreating to the corner, looking at Shi Aoju with anxious and panicked eyes.
Really...
Shi Aoju’s expression instantly turned ice-cold. He straightened up, adjusting his collar with a raised hand, and spoke unhurriedly: "Co in."
The door opened, and it was the secretary bearing a stack of files.
"It’s ti for dinner, CEO." The secretary presented the files in his arms with both hands, then asked, "Should I order the al first?"
It turns out that Shi Aoju’s altis were usually reminded by his secretary.
Su Jiuyi squatted in the corner, lost in thought.
But why is it that every ti she cooks, he never arrives late and doesn’t need a reminder?
The secretary suddenly had an illusion, feeling that Shi Aoju’s face was even darker than usual, and the aura around him seed capable of frosting over with ice flowers.
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