Chapter 4

After Ye Yan finished processing a few emails in the car, before Qin Su came out, he was about to call her again when he heard a commotion outside.

Ding Bo, who was standing next to him, suddenly gasped for some reason.

Ye Yan followed his gaze and saw a vibrant red figure gracefully approaching.

At first glance, that touch of red resembled a cloud, softly wrapping around the undulating curves, delicately outlining its beautiful contours.

The beautifully draped hem of her skirt swayed with her steps, creating a unique rhythm that not only made her waist look incredibly slender but also gave her an air of languid charm from the inside out.

Ye Yan felt as if the colors before his eyes had been instantly illuminated, and he even paused involuntarily for a moment.

He had certainly seen many good-looking people, and he himself was handsome, but he had never seen anyone so beautiful.

This kind of beauty no longer depends on facial features, but on temperament. It goes beyond being just pretty and forms its own aura and atmosphere.

True beauty lies in the bone structure, not just the skin.

Wait a moment……

Ye Yan snapped back to his senses and fixed his gaze on the man's face again.

Those familiar features...

"Qin Su?"

"lady?"

Ye Yan and Ding Bo's voices rang out almost simultaneously.

They looked at each other and saw surprise on each other's faces.

Ye Yan felt something was off: "Did Qin Su used to look like this?"

Ding Bo thought back for a moment, but Qin Su's face had become blurry in his memory. However, since he and President Ye could recognize her at a glance, it must be correct.

"It should be." He hesitated for a moment. "It's probably because of the significant change in his demeanor that he looks different."

Qin Su seemed to hear their voices and stopped in her tracks.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, she raised her hand and took off her sunglasses, while also tidying her long, black, wavy hair, revealing her small, snow-white oval face.

A soft gasp suddenly rose from the surroundings. Someone bumped into the person in front of them with a "thud," and the two fell down together. Instead of blaming each other, they turned around to look at her.

Hearing the noise, Qin Su raised her thick, curled eyelashes, revealing a pair of phoenix eyes with misty moisture, and glanced around.

The gasping sounds ceased, leaving only a turbulent silence.

She seemed unconcerned about the reactions around her, glanced around, spotted Ding Bo's car, and walked straight over.

Ding Bo only lost his composure for a moment before regaining his professional demeanor and immediately stepped forward to greet her.

He didn't dare look at Qin Su any longer and quickly opened the back door for her: "Madam."

Qin Su glanced at him, but stood still and said, "Let Ye Yan get out of the car."

Ding Bo paused for a moment, then looked into the car with a troubled expression.

They were so close that Ye Yan could hear everything Qin Su said clearly.

He frowned almost imperceptibly, got out of the car, and said in a relatively gentle tone, "Qin Su, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Su shoved her phone screen right in front of him.

See for yourself.

Ye Yan subconsciously obeyed her and fixed his gaze.

The phone screen displayed Qin Su's recent chat history with him.

It started with Ye Yan sending Qin Su the schedule for the Ye family banquet.

Qin Su replied: [Understood]

Yesterday, Qin Su posted again: "I'm going back to China tomorrow, come pick me up."

Ye Yan did not reply, and the chat ended there.

Ye Yan didn't understand what Qin Su wanted him to see, and wondered if there was something wrong with the chat content.

Seeing his blank expression, Qin Su put away her phone and glanced at him: "I told you to come pick me up, did you come?"

She was so beautiful that even an unfriendly look in her eyes carried a captivating charm.

Ye Yan was quite close to her at that moment, and when she looked at him, he felt a chill run down his spine—this was a natural reaction of the body, even beyond the control of his brain.

He took a half step back without making a sound, concealing his surprise and discomfort, and said in a deep voice, "I'll have Ding Bo come and pick you up."

Qin Su said calmly, "I sent you a message asking you to pick me up. Your lack of reply is tantamount to agreeing. Since that's the case, having Ding Bo pick me up is a change of arrangements. Why didn't you tell me?"

Ye Yan frowned: "Hasn't it always been like this?"

In the past, whenever there were events that required the two of them to attend together, Ding Bo would always pick her up and drop her off.

Qin Su immediately retorted, "Is it right just because it's always been this way?"

She paused, then deliberately added, "Oh, I didn't say that, it was said by our historical ancestors."

Ye Yan: "..."

He almost fell into Qin Su's trap of logic, but was rebuked before he came back to his senses.

"I didn't agree at first either."

Qin Su said bluntly, "In my opinion, not replying is equivalent to agreeing."

"Otherwise, why didn't you reply? Is your hand broken or your arm broken?" Qin Su's eyes swept over his arm, asking in confusion, "I see President Ye standing here perfectly fine, without missing any parts, so why can't he reply to messages?"

What does "quite complete" mean? What kind of statement is that?

Ye Yan had never been spoken to so sarcastically to his face before, and he was momentarily stunned for a couple of seconds.

He subconsciously wanted to say that this had always been the case; he had never really replied to Qin Su's messages, and Qin Su had never complained.

However, as the words were about to come out, he suddenly remembered Qin Su's words to him earlier, and then he thought that not replying to the message was not exactly a matter of being justified, so he toned down his momentum.

Qin Su was clearly not the type to let things slide. She pressed her advantage and took another step forward: "So, you didn't reply to my messages, didn't keep your promise to me, and even changed your plans at the last minute. Now you're blaming me?"

Ye Yan: "..."

He sensed something was wrong, but Qin Su was too close to him, and he couldn't react in time.

Qin Su didn't give him time to react. She pushed the suitcase next to her feet and said, "Take it."

Ye Yan's hands moved faster than his brain, and he grabbed the handle of the suitcase.

Qin Su curled her lips into a smile, placed one hand on the back of his hand that was gripping the lever, and put the other hand on his shoulder, gazing at him.

Ye Yan had no choice but to meet her gaze; their breaths could be heard between them.

Qin Su smelled the faint scent of cedar on him and sniffed at the side of his neck.

She seemed oblivious to Ye Yan's stiffness, a hint of mockery in her eyes, and chuckled softly, "I didn't expect President Ye to use such a pleasant perfume."

“However…” Qin Su met his gaze and drawled, “President Ye, don’t try to justify your mistakes; be brave enough to admit them.”

Ye Yan froze, about to speak, when Qin Su pushed him aside first and ordered confidently, "Take the things back to me."

Her attitude changed too quickly, and her actions were too decisive. In addition, her temperament, aura, and style of doing things were completely different from the past, catching Ye Yan and Ding Bo off guard.

So much so that when Ye Yan looked up again, he found that Qin Su had already gotten into a taxi and driven away.

Ye Yan even clearly saw that when the car started, Qin Su rolled her eyes at him through the glass window, arms crossed.

Ye Yan: "..."

He ignored the lingering burning sensation on his ears and the back of his hands, gripped the lever tightly in his palm, and slowly turned to Ding Bo, who was also stunned beside him, a look of confusion appearing between his brows.

Was Qin Su like this before?

He suddenly began to doubt his own memory; perhaps the gentle and soft-spoken Qin Su he remembered never existed at all.

Or perhaps, Qin Su's previous demeanor was all an act?

Ding Bo hesitated and said, "Perhaps it's because I haven't met with my wife many times, so I'm not quite sure."

Ye Yan fell silent—he had seen Qin Su even fewer times than Ding Bo.

Thinking about it this way, he may have never really understood Qin Su.