Chapter 22 The old man is quite something.

The atmosphere fell into a deathly silence.

"Really...really deleted?"

Zhou Wei stared at the red exclamation mark, almost spitting out the wine in his mouth, his eyes wide like saucers.

"Holy crap, is she serious?"

The guy next to him gasped, his expression as if he'd seen a ghost.

"Ye, Brother Ye..."

Zhou Wei's throat was dry, and he tried to smooth things over.

"Is Su Ruan drunk? She's deliberately trying to annoy you!"

"I'll definitely cry and add it back after a while."

"That's right!"

Immediately, someone nearby echoed his sentiment.

"They've been like a leech for six years, and deleting them as a friend doesn't count? They've gone too far with their 'playing hard to get' strategy!"

"Shut up!"

He let out a low growl, his voice filled with a ferocity bordering on the rage of losing control.

Six years.

He had grown accustomed to her pursuit, her admiration, and her boundless tolerance.

It's as natural as breathing air.

Her existence is meant to prove that Yan Yunye will always have someone to back him up.

The person who was wagging his tail behind him last month can now slap him twice.

They publicly confronted him, cheated on him, and now they've even blacklisted him!

Good, very good!

Su Ruan, you're ruthless!

He felt a burning sensation on his face, as if he had been slapped countless times in public.

This was more embarrassing for him than any mockery!

The sense of superiority I had felt over the past six years was shattered.

He suddenly stood up, knocking over the wine glass beside him.

The wine spilled onto the carpet, creating a mess.

The private room fell completely silent instantly.

Wen Wanwan's singing stopped abruptly. She put down the microphone and leaned closer, speaking softly.

"Yunye, what's wrong? Who upset you?"

She reached out to take his arm.

"Don't touch me!"

Yan Yunye reacted as if he had been burned, and abruptly flung his hand away.

Wen Wanwan staggered, her face drained of color, filled with astonishment and grievance.

Yunye has never treated himself like this before!

For the first time, cracks appeared in her once-proud sense of control.

Yan Yunye didn't even glance at her, grabbed the car keys on the table, and got up.

"Brother Ye, it's only a few o'clock..." Zhou Wei tried to persuade him to stay.

Yan Yunye didn't stop walking, but went straight through the noisy crowd and disappeared into the mesmerizing light and shadow at the entrance of the private room.

The scent of rainy night was overwhelming, but it couldn't dispel the anger and sudden panic in his heart.

An unprecedented sense of emptiness gripped him.

It felt like the solid ground beneath my feet, which I had stood on for years, had suddenly collapsed.

He unlocked his phone in frustration, his finger hovering over Su Ruan's profile picture, wanting to add her back, the words of questioning churning in his mind.

But just before his finger touched the ground, he suddenly stopped.

no.

When did Yan Yunye stoop so low as to chase after a woman to add her as a friend?!

Okay, Su Ruan.

You'd better keep your bones this hard.

...

The morning light was filtered into a soft gray tone by the heavy blackout curtains.

Knock knock knock.

The knocking on the door startled Su Ruan from her light sleep.

Su Ruan rubbed her sleepy eyes and opened the door. The butler stood outside the door with a dust bag draped over his arm.

Good morning, Miss Su.

The butler bowed slightly, his smile polite.

"Mr. Yan instructed that clothes be prepared for you."

"Thanks."

Su Ruan took it and suddenly had a whim to ask the housekeeper.

"Does he often bring people back to work overtime?"

The butler paused briefly, his voice steady and gentle.

"It's common for President Yan to stay up all night in his study."

"You're the first person to be allowed to stay overnight."

The butler added, "Mr. Yan has always been very particular about his private life, and this is the first time he has used the guest room."

She smiled and didn't ask any further questions.

It's another new seasonal item from a high-end luxury brand; the tags have already been cut off.

Even the underwear size is accurate to the last detail.

Old man, quite the charmer.

After washing up and changing her clothes, Su Ruan walked out of the guest room.

The restaurant was filled with the aroma of coffee.

Yan Tingnan sat at the head of the long table in the restaurant, looking at a financial report.

The morning light outlined his profile; his white shirt was buttoned up to the top, and he wore gold-rimmed glasses, looking both refined and ascetic.

The faint hint of desire from last night has vanished, and he is once again the aloof, untainted Buddha.

Good morning, Mr. Yan.

Su Ruan sat down opposite him, breaking the silence with a tone that was just right for a well-behaved professional manner.

"I apologize for bothering you last night."

Yan Tingnan didn't even look up, his fingers turning a page of the financial report.

"sleep well?"

The butler silently stepped forward, laid out a linen napkin for her, and lifted the warm silver lid in front of her.

Snow frog congee with truffle scrambled eggs, a flaky croissant, and a side of berries.

Su Ruan picked up the spoon and yawned.

"It's pretty good, but the mattress is too hard, so I'm not used to sleeping in a new bed."

Yan Tingnan finally looked up at her: "Next time, use a softer one."

Su Ruan paused slightly in the grip of the silver spoon, then looked up at him.

next time?

There will be a next time?

"Is Mr. Yan asking me to work overtime next time?"

Yan Tingnan's lips twitched slightly as he picked up his black coffee and took a sip.

"That's one way to understand it."

"Please put the revised version of the plan on my desk before 2 p.m.

Su Ruan: "..."

Okay, it's the same familiar recipe, the same familiar pressed flavor.

Capitalists give you a sweet treat, and they'll immediately stuff your mouth with KPIs.

Breakfast was served in a subtle quiet.

There was only the slight clinking of cutlery.

Su Ruan ate quickly, and by the time she put down her utensils, Yan Tingnan had just finished eating as well.

"Get in my car."

Yan Tingnan stood up and picked up the suit jacket draped over the back of the chair.

"On the way."

"So that you won't be late and affect the project schedule."

The reason given was so plausible that she was left speechless.

The black Phantom smoothly entered the morning rush hour traffic.

The atmosphere was somewhat quiet in the enclosed space.

An invisible string was taut in the air, pulling silently.

Su Ruan sat next to Yan Tingnan, her gaze sweeping over his hand resting on the armrest.

The wrist bones are clearly defined, and the finger joints are long and neat.

The restored sandalwood beads wrapped around it exuded a sense of asceticism.

Wow, that's a skill.

When can I unhook her bra?

"President Yan,"

Su Ruan suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

"Did you gain any insights from copying the scriptures last night?"

Yan Tingnan stared straight ahead, his profile taut.

"Is Assistant Su very concerned about the boss's leisure time?"

Su Ruan's eyebrows twitched slightly, and she only curved her lips into a slight smile.

"Your dark circles are quite pronounced this morning. I'm afraid you've overdone your spiritual practice and damaged your health."

Yan Tingnan's fingers, which were resting on the armrest, tightened almost imperceptibly for a moment.

The Heart Sutra I copied last night and the broken breaths in my dream are tearing my mind apart.

His throat tightened, and his fingertips unconsciously rubbed the string of sandalwood beads.

He didn't answer immediately.

The red light ahead turned on, and the car came to a smooth stop.

Yan Tingnan then turned his head to the side, his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses unfathomable, like the lingering morning mist.

“Assistant Su.” His voice was low.

"Too much curiosity is not a good thing."

"Your job today is to learn to shut up."

"Yes, sir."

Su Ruan pressed her index finger to her lips and made a zipper-like motion.

Okay, shut up then.

He didn't quite understand copying the Buddhist scriptures, but he was quite grumpy when he woke up.

Silence returned to the car.

As the car entered the private area of ​​Qingyan's underground parking garage, the light suddenly dimmed.

The bumps from the tires going over the speed bumps made her instinctively look up.

A familiar figure leaned against the Porsche 911 that had just come to a stop diagonally in front of me.

Yan Yunye.

His brows were etched with the gloom of a hangover.

As Yan Tingnan's car slowly parked in its designated spot, he noticed it, immediately extinguished his cigarette, and quickly walked over.

He bowed slightly, his posture respectful, and his voice came through the closed car window.

"Good morning, Dad."

Yan Tingnan's fingers were resting on the car window control button when Su Ruan suddenly pressed down on his wrist.

"President Yan, don't open the window."