The two held each other ambiguously as they got into the elevator and went up to the sixth floor.
Zhang Yuhan wobbled as she took out her keys and opened her rental apartnt, which was a one-bedroom unit with plenty amount of floor space.
For ordinary people working in Shanghai, being able to live alone in a one-bedroom apartnt was a luxury beyond their wildest dreams.
Housing prices in Shanghai are extrely high, and the average wage earner can't afford a one-bedroom place; most of them share with others.
Jiang Siming had been the sa when he first started out.
This apartnt had been paid for by Wang Jun; otherwise, Zhang Yuhan would have found it hard to afford it.
The place was fairly clean, but Zhang Yuhan's clothes, shoes, and various costics were scattered everywhere.
Zhang Yuhan also had a job, but most of her earnings went toward her appearance. With Wang Jun as a long-term financial backup, she wasn't worried about going hungry.
But now that Wang Jun was out of the picture, she decided she had to speed up her plan to win over Jiang Siming, or she'd struggle to get through the month.
Although she was working at Yinghuan Company, she wouldn't receive her paycheck until the following month.
"Sorry, President Jiang. My place is a bit ssy," Zhang Yuhan said apologetically.
"It's fine," Jiang Siming replied and helped Zhang Yuhan onto the sofa.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Yuhan's ankle 'suddenly' twisted, and she stumbled right into Jiang Siming's arms, causing them both to fall onto the sofa together.
"Are you okay?" Jiang Siming watched her 'performance' calmly, choosing to play along.
"President Jiang~ I'm so embarrassed~" Zhang Yuhan responded, her face flushed with embarrassnt.
Seeing that Jiang Siming still didn't react, she began making her move, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"President Jiang, you probably already know my feelings for you, don't you? I had to keep my distance before because Wang Jun kept clinging to . But now that I've broken up with him, I wanted to ask… do you like ?"
As she spoke, her fairly pretty face leaned close to Jiang Siming, her lips slightly parted, her breath fragrant, presenting herself as if ready to be taken.
"But you just broke up with him," Jiang Siming responded, looking as if he were considering it.
"I had been emotionally disconnected from him for a long ti. Although I was his girlfriend on the surface, I've always been unhappy. Ever since you left the agency, I… I've often dread of you. I miss you a lot…"
Watching Zhang Yuhan's shy expression made Jiang Siming feel a bit awkward; his experience as an "acting master" made it hard to be moved by her lackluster performance.
"So, what did you dream of? What were you dreaming about ?" Jiang Siming pressed on.
"Oh, stop it. I dread of you… smooch~" Zhang Yuhan said, and planted a kiss on Jiang Siming's cheek.
Just as she was about to continue to make her next move, her phone suddenly rang.
"Excuse , President Jiang, I need to take this call." Zhang Yuhan felt annoyed by the untily call, but upon looking at the screen, she saw it was from Wang Jun.
She hesitated about whether to answer it.
Jiang Siming smiled and said, "Answer it. Put it on speaker; let
listen."
Zhang Yuhan didn't dare refuse and turned on the speakerphone. Wang Jun's gentle voice ca through.
"Sweetheart, did you get ho safely?"
"What do you want, Wang Jun?" Zhang Yuhan replied coldly.
"Hanh-Han, I know everything that happened today is my fault. Will you forgive ?" Wang Jun pleaded.
"I've made it clear; we've already broken up. Please don't bother
again," Zhang Yuhan replied without hesitation, still half-leaning on Jiang Siming.
Strangely, even though Jiang Siming had no feelings for her—despite her decent figure and face and her bold advances—he hadn't felt the urge to get closer to her.
But unexpectedly, after Wang Jun's call, Jiang Siming realized there was sothing thrilling he could do, and a desire for revenge started to well up inside him.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Wang Jun asked, confused.
"Nothing. Are you done talking? If you are, I'll hang up," Zhang Yuhan said, ready to end the call.
But Jiang Siming didn't agree, giving her a look that signaled for her to keep it going.
Zhang Yuhan pouted flirtatiously at Jiang Siming, but it was his first request, and she didn't want to ruin his mood.
Fortunately, Wang Jun was very cooperative and imdiately began to plead sincerely.
"Hanh-Han, listen to . I really, truly love you. Today, I was just too impulsive. It's all because of that guy Jiang, that dog! If it weren't for him, I…"
"Ah!"
"Hanh-Han, what happened?"
"N-nothing, I just hit my foot…"
"Why are you so careless? Do you want
to co over and put so ointnt on it?" Wang Jun asked gently.
"No need… it's fine now."
"That's good to hear. Hanh-Han, do you know that you're the most beautiful, purest girl I've ever t? I swear, I won't marry anyone but you. I love you!"
Wang Jun's declaration almost made Jiang Siming burst out laughing.
But Wang Jun didn't stop and continued, "Hanh-Han, go to your bedroom window and look down."
"What's going on?" Zhang Yuhan felt a bit panicked. Could Wang Jun already be downstairs?
"Just take a look, and you'll know. It's a surprise I prepared just for you," Wang Jun said with anticipation. Find more chapters on empire
Zhang Yuhan glanced at Jiang Siming, seemingly asking for his opinion.
Jiang Siming released his large hand, gesturing for her to go check.
Zhang Yuhan had no choice but to hurriedly throw on so clothes and dash to her bedroom.
Leaning against the window, Zhang Yuhan looked down and saw Wang Jun standing outside her building. His car was parked nearby, adorned with flowers and little lights.
Among the flowers were an LV bag and an elegant ladies' wristwatch.
She recognized both items instantly; they were things she'd always wanted. The combined price of the bag and watch was close to 50,000 yuan.
For Wang Jun, a small-ti manager, 50,000 yuan was a large sum, and he had always hesitated to spend it.
This ti, he had gone all out, determined to win Zhang Yuhan back.
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