"Not long ago." Xie Yun said.

"Oh, Mr. Xie, you and Sister Xiaomeng are a perfect match." Ji Xue forced a smile, and her fingers at the side of her body unconsciously twisted the washed-white fabric of the clothes.

“…”

An Meng glanced at Xie Yun's calm and composed profile, and suddenly a surge of anger rose in her heart.

[Good fellow, it turns out they're using me as a shield!]

She secretly reached out her hand and went behind Xie Yun, twisting his waist hard.

"Hiss..." Xie Yun frowned slightly, barely holding back a cry of pain.

"Um, Mr. Xie, I'm going back to class first. I only asked for two classes off."

Ji Xue didn't notice anything unusual about Mr. Xie. She lowered her eyes thoughtfully and spoke in a low voice.

"Well, go ahead," Xie Yun said to Ji Xue, trying to keep his voice steady, "Watch out for Zhao Ya."

An Meng smiled gently and applied more force on her hands.

Ji Xue's depressed figure was getting farther and farther away, and An Meng finally let go of her hand.

"Xie Yun," she looked straight at Xie Yun with a sinister grin, "You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

Xie Yun first straightened the shirt on his waist that was wrinkled by An Meng, then looked up at her with his eyebrows slightly raised.

"Don't pretend!" An Meng snorted, "You clearly know that Ji Xue likes you!"

Xie Yun looked at her expressionlessly.

"Using me as a shield, haha," An Meng said sarcastically, "Why don't you tell the girl directly, but use me as a tool to make her give up on this idea!"

“…”

"Did I get it right?" An Meng stared at Xie Yun's dark pupils and asked, "You're quite popular with young girls. Looking at Ji Xue's lost look just now, you're quite cruel."

Xie Yun neither denied nor admitted it. He stepped forward, motioning An Meng to follow him, and said, "Ji Xue is still young. If she hesitates to make a decision, she will suffer the consequences."

"That's right," An Meng sighed as she followed him, "But I think Ji Xue is really sincere to you. If it weren't for the big age difference between you two..."

[Tsk tsk, if the age difference wasn't so big, I'd be tempted to give it a sip!]

[A mature and steady overbearing CEO x a positive and pure little white flower, the whole family is stunned! ]

Xie Yun suddenly stopped and turned around. An Meng was caught off guard and bumped into him.

The touch on her forehead was soft yet firm, and a familiar light fragrance filled her nose. Her scalp exploded, and she quickly took two steps back: "Why don't you leave?"

"Do you think Ji Xue and I are a good match?" Xie Yun was silent for a few seconds, took a step forward and stared at An Meng.

The distance between the two was a little too close. An Meng took a step back, tongue tied, and said, "This... that, a little, a little."

Xie Yun suddenly smiled, with the corners of his eyes slightly raised. He slowly took another step forward.

An Meng stared at his eyes, which were a light amber in the sunlight, and her feet seemed to be rooted to the ground, unable to move at all.

She finally closed her mouth and couldn't utter a word.

Xie Yun stared at her with a smile on his face, then slowly lowered his head, getting closer and closer.

An Meng subconsciously leaned back, but her waist couldn't bear the pressure and she was about to stumble.

Xie Yun reached out his hand just right, held her waist, and leaned forward without hesitation.

The touch on the waist was very vivid. An Meng couldn't help but stiffen her body and her fingertips went numb. She watched Xie Yun's facial features magnified in front of her.

Their lips were only a hair's breadth apart, and she could even feel Xie Yun's light breath on her cheek, bringing a warmth.

Xie Yun lowered his eyelashes, half-hiding his expression in his eyes, and tilted his head slightly. The soft touch quietly brushed against the corner of An Meng's lips.

A tingling and numb feeling spread from the nerve endings all over her body, and An Meng shuddered.

Xie Yun seemed to chuckle, and almost whispered to her lips, "Why are you shaking?"

An Meng was so ashamed and angry that her eyelashes trembled like petals full of dew, unable to bear the weight.

Xie Yun's throat rolled and another laugh escaped.

Her heartbeat grew stronger like a drum, and An Meng felt as if she was in the clouds, with her feet feeling light and almost all her strength supported by her arms around her waist.

Xie Yun stepped back a little, no longer hesitated, and leaned over to kiss her.

At the critical moment, the task that had been hanging over her head seemed to deal her a heavy blow. An Meng's heart tightened and she suddenly turned her head away.

The kiss deviated from its direction, brushed past her cheek, and disappeared into the air, leaving only the aftertaste on her skin.

Xie Yun paused and remained stiff and motionless.

In an instant, it was as if she fell from the clouds to the ground. An Meng struggled to break free from Xie Yun's arms in panic, took a step back, looked at him cautiously, moved her lips, but said nothing.

This rejection was so direct and merciless that Xie Yun stood up and returned to his original position, staring at her quietly with an expressionless face.

His gaze was so calm that it was hard to tell what it meant, but An Meng threw away his weapons and armor and his army was completely defeated.

"I'm sorry." She said quickly, then turned and ran away.

An Meng was in a panic and didn't know which corridor she ran to. She slid down to the ground with her back pressed against the stone pillar, taking deep breaths to calm her pounding heart.

After being stunned for a while, she raised her hand and touched her hot cheek. The soft touch seemed to still linger on her face.

"Help me," An Meng rubbed her fingers into her hair and murmured softly, "Why am I running away? I'm even saying sorry, but what am I sorry for? This is so inexplicable!"

Yes, why was she running? It was obviously Xie Yun who was the hooligan first!

An Meng thought gloomily, her fingers unconsciously fiddling with the pebbles on the ground. The more she fiddled, the more irritated she became.

"You rascal..." She was muttering halfway when she suddenly heard a voice coming from not far away.

An Meng was startled and suddenly stopped talking. She quietly stood up from the ground and looked towards the source of the sound.

Zhao Ya stood under the wisteria at the end of the corridor, holding his phone and making a call: "Boss Huo, they found me... Yes, it's Xie Yun, and he asked me to hand over the video."

An Meng's eyes narrowed, Mr. Huo?

"Hmm... Hmm," the avatar said something again. Zhao Ya nodded repeatedly and replied, "Okay, I understand."

He hung up the phone and seemed to have noticed something. He looked around vigilantly. An Meng had already quickly hidden behind a stone pillar and subconsciously held her breath.

"It must be an illusion." Zhao Ya scratched his head and turned away.

An Meng didn't breathe a sigh of relief until Zhao Ya left completely. As soon as she turned around, her heart, which had not yet completely calmed down, began to rise again.

Xie Yun was standing not far away, with his arms folded across his chest, looking at her.

An Meng felt a numbness on her back and walked over uncomfortably, not knowing where to put her hands and feet. "When did you follow me?"