The first thing you see is Ye Mohan sitting upright in his office chair, his long fingers flying across the keyboard. His sculpted features are as handsome as if carved by a knife, and he exudes a kingly aura that commands respect. His handsome face is filled with seriousness and focus.
It's often said that men are most handsome when they're working, and that's certainly true. At this moment, Ye Mohan exudes an indescribable charm.
Jian Yixue walked quietly to the desk, carefully placed the coffee on the table, and seeing that he was busy, she prepared to leave first.
But as soon as she turned around, Ye Mohan grabbed her, and Jian Yixue lost her balance and fell directly onto Ye Mohan's lap.
"Is Xue'er preparing to throw herself into my arms?" Ye Mohan teased playfully.
Upon hearing this, Jian Yixue's face flushed, a suspicious blush spreading across her cheeks. She lowered her head and retorted, "No way, you were the one who pulled me, otherwise why would I..."
Jian Yixue was halfway through her sentence when she realized that she was currently sitting on Ye Mohan's lap in an extremely ambiguous position, and she immediately fell silent.
"Hmm~ what will happen?" Ye Mohan found Jian Yixue's shyness quite amusing and continued to tease her.
He lowered his head, his deep, dark eyes gazing affectionately at the girl in his arms, and couldn't help but reach out to stroke her delicate, fair, and rosy face.
Jian Yixue's blush grew even redder, her face burning hotter and hotter, to the point that she could hardly breathe.
As Ye Mohan's slender fingers continued to trace across her face, an overwhelming emotion welled up within her. She swallowed involuntarily and let out a soft murmur.
Upon hearing the sound she made, Jian Yixue was so embarrassed that she wished she could disappear into the ground and bury her head in Ye Mohan's embrace.
"Don't move."
Ye Mohan's deep, magnetic voice came through, as if he was suppressing something.
Jian Yixue's hand, which was on Ye Mohan, suddenly stopped. Her hand seemed to have touched something, and the blush on her face turned even redder. She knew what had happened without even thinking.
Above her head, Ye Mohan's deep, slightly sensual breathing reached her ears, leaving her unsure whether to leave or sit, and awkwardly unable to move.
After a long while, Ye Mohan finally removed Jian Yixue from between his legs and looked at her blushing face: "Go and get ready, it's almost time."
Jian Yixue kept her head down the whole time. When she heard Ye Mohan's words, it was as if she had heard a royal decree granting amnesty to the world. She nodded vigorously and ran out, not even having time to grab the tray.
Ye Mohan couldn't help but chuckle as he watched Jian Yixue's retreating figure. Was he really that terrifying? It seemed to him that she was fleeing in panic.
Seeing that the study door was closed, Ye Mohan got up and walked to the bathroom in the adjacent bedroom. In the bathroom, Ye Mohan turned on the shower, and the cold water poured down on his head, barely suppressing the desire in his heart.
He had just developed feelings for her; this was the first time in many years that he had reacted to a woman, and he even had the feeling of wanting to possess her.
Although she was his wife, she was too young for him to treat her like that, otherwise he wouldn't have let her leave so quickly.
Back in her bedroom, Jian Yixue sat on the sofa, the blush on her face not yet completely gone.
In her past life, Zhao Heng and she had only ever held hands. Even in private, he would never do anything inappropriate to her. He said he wanted to save the best for their wedding night and that he would marry her once the Zhao Group went public. She foolishly believed him.
Looking back now, it's probably because he loved the person she considered her younger sister in her past life, while she was just a pawn he placed beside Ye Mohan in his career. Once the game was started, how could he possibly take it back?
"Knock knock knock~~~" A knock on the door interrupted Jian Yixue's thoughts.
Everything is in the past now. From now on, we should cherish the hard-won opportunity to stay together.
Jian Yixue composed herself and slowly said, "Come in."
Lin Ma entered, her face beaming with a kind smile: "Young Madam, this was sent by the young master. Please try it on to see if it fits."
After saying that, he handed the gift box to Jian Yixue.
Jian Yixue accepted the gift box. From the gift box, she could tell that the clothes inside must be very expensive. She was born to be a clothes hanger and could wear any clothes. Ye Mohan really treated her well.
“No need to try, Aunt Lin, Mo Han’s judgment is never bad,” Jian Yixue said with a gentle smile.
When Lin Ma heard Jian Yixue say this, she also thought it made sense. The young master was a thoughtful person, and his judgment should be good.
Thinking of this, she smiled and said, "Yes, young master's judgment has always been good. Young master asked me to tell madam that we will depart at seven o'clock tonight, and he will be waiting for you in the living room."
Jian Yixue blushed upon hearing this. She felt that there was another meaning behind Lin Ma's words, but she nodded and did not say anything for a moment.
Upon seeing this, Lin's mother smiled and withdrew.
After Lin Ma left, Jian Yixue rested for a while, then changed into the dress Ye Mohan had sent her, put on some light makeup, and when she went downstairs, she saw Ye Mohan, dressed in a black suit, already sitting on the sofa.
Upon closer inspection, I saw that he was wearing a well-tailored black suit that accentuated his regal aura. The top two buttons of his white shirt were deliberately left undone, perhaps because he was attending a friend's gathering. He was much more casual than usual, but the more casual he was, the more he exuded a sinister charm.
As Ye Mohan watched Jian Yixue approach, his gaze never left her.
He then got up, walked up to her, and whispered in her ear, "You look beautiful today, Madam."
Although Jian Yexue knew she was quite good-looking, the dress accentuated her even more charm.
But when she heard Ye Mohan's praise, she still felt very happy.
He gave Ye Mohan a big smile and said, "Thank you."
Ye Mohan smiled and took Jian Yixue's hand, saying, "Let's go."
Jian Yixue nodded, and then the two left the villa together.
At the entrance of the upscale private club in the night, a black Bentley slowly pulled up outside.
A distinguished and strikingly handsome man stepped out of the driver's seat. He gracefully walked to the passenger side of the car and opened the passenger door.
Then a beautiful and elegant figure stepped out of the car.
Jian Yixue looked up and surveyed the extravagant place in front of her, a place only the wealthy frequented, with a hint of exploration in her eyes.
She had never been here before in her previous life, so this could be considered her first time visiting such a place.
Suddenly, she felt something on her shoulder. Looking down, she saw a men's suit jacket draped over her shoulders.
She looked up at Ye Mohan and saw that he was only wearing a white shirt. At that moment, he was adjusting the coat that had just been draped over her shoulders. She could feel that his body temperature was still on the clothes, mixed with a faint tobacco scent, which smelled particularly pleasant.
Ye Mohan felt Jian Yixue's gaze on him and said with concern, "It's chilly at night, don't catch a cold."
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