Cha Meiling stubbed out her cigarette and looked at Anderson.
He is of mixed race, and a very good one at that. He is tall, with a face that has both Western depth and Eastern softness, and bears a striking resemblance to Hollywood star John Lone.
When she was chosen as an assistant, she was very young, had just gone to England to study law, and still had dreams of love.
Upon hearing the rumors of Ning Bingyu's affair with a female celebrity, she called him twice and made a scene. He comforted her gently, as if indulging a younger sister, but did not explain the rumors.
The phone call had barely ended when her mother called, instructing her on how to be a wealthy heir's "fiancée"—while ensuring safety and preventing pregnancy, each going their own way.
She then realized that the man she had admired since childhood had married her only to fulfill a promise to the Cha family and for the sake of his clan.
In a fit of anger, she simply sent people to select assistants from top-tier universities in the UK and the US based on their looks, offering annual salaries comparable to those of Wall Street executives.
Then Anderson, an Oxford graduate, became a constant companion.
She thought this would anger Ning Bingyu, but instead he told her to be happy at school.
Seeing the news about him changing female companions again, she finally understood that this man could cherish her, pamper her, and sleep with her, but he didn't love her.
But wealthy heirs don't have that much time or energy for romance. Women are like subordinates—something to be used, not something out of a melodramatic novel.
That night, she left Anderson in her bedroom.
She thought her emotions would only fluctuate for Ning Bingyu, but now, inexplicably, her heart was racing for that strange man with cold, beautiful eyes like a beast.
She knew very well that such a short time was not enough for her to develop "love" for a man who was almost a stranger.
What is that feeling called? Lust at first sight?
She disliked the feeling of being controlled by hormones. A successful heir to a prominent family should not have such volatile emotions over men.
Cha Meiling narrowed her eyes, then suddenly reached out and placed her hand on Anderson's muscular chest, which was only covered by a thin shirt, and lowered her head to kiss his rising and falling Adam's apple: "We haven't done it in a long time, I need to regulate my endocrine system."
When I saw a general practitioner abroad, I was told that, provided it is safe and clean, sex and hugging can regulate endocrine function and treat anxiety.
Anderson froze, and the next moment, the woman's mature, voluptuous, soft, alluring, and fragrant body drew close to his embrace.
But the next moment, Cha Meiling's hand was held down.
Anderson took a deep breath and said in a low voice, trying to suppress his emotions, "Miss Annie, you're not in a good mood right now. Don't forget you're getting married soon, and Young Master Ning has already gotten rid of all the female celebrities around him."
If Young Master Ning finds out that someone among them has broken the rules of the "game relationship," Miss Annie will not have a good time.
Cha Meiling paused, then chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Would Young Master Ning care?"
As she spoke, she lazily kissed the corner of his lips.
Anderson knew who he was referring to, but he still held her hand: "You've always been rational, and the current situation with the Cha family doesn't allow us to attract Young Master Ning's attention. If you need to adjust your hormones..."
He paused for a moment, then said, "Tonight, I can arrange a candlelight dinner for you and Young Master Ning."
Cha Meiling paused, somewhat disappointed, and leaned back against the window.
Anderson calmly straightened her collar: "It's not good for Tang Zhenzhen to wait too long, we should go over there."
Cha Meiling nodded slightly, when she suddenly heard Tang Zhenzhen's cheerful voice coming from a side window: "Ah, no need to trouble Miss Cha, I came by myself."
Cha Meiling and Anderson's expressions changed slightly as they looked towards the side window.
Then we saw Tang Zhenzhen lift the heavy, ornate Roman-style curtains and walk out.
Cha Meiling then realized that it wasn't a window, but a small side balcony that connected to the adjacent private room!
Her face instantly darkened as she looked at Anderson: "Is this how you do things?!"
Anderson's face also turned ugly: "Miss Anne, I'm sorry!"
He glanced at the floor-to-ceiling window and saw that it was tightly closed from the inside. He hadn't even noticed that there was a small balcony connecting the private rooms, and that the window could be pushed open from the outside!
"Alright, Miss Cha, don't blame your assistant. Let's talk about the terms of cooperation, shall we?" Tang Zhenzhen smiled contemptuously and sat down on her own.
Honestly, she thought this woman was some kind of noble heiress.
She turned out to be nothing more than a slut who kept her lover by her side behind her husband's back.
Looking at the contempt in Tang Zhenzhen's eyes, Cha Meiling felt a surge of anger rising within her.
The one who hunted the eagle ended up having his eyes pecked out by the eagle.
But she showed no sign of distress and calmly sat down: "Miss Tang, how much did you hear? You should know that in the Hong Kong government, eavesdropping is a very low-class act. You could easily be used to fill cement buckets and be used as foundations for the seabed."
Her tone was joking, but Tang Zhenzhen keenly sensed danger and murderous intent.
Tang Zhenzhen froze for a moment, then sneered: "Miss Cha, I'm not easily intimidated. This is the mainland, not your Hong Kong government. You capitalists can't just do whatever you want because you have money. If you want to cooperate, show some sincerity."
Cha Meiling looked at her, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "What do you have that makes me want to show my 'sincerity'?"
Trying to make money off her? Based on Tang Zhenzhen?
Tang Zhenzhen glared at her: "Aren't you afraid I'll tell your man about your affair with your assistant?!"
Cha Meiling looked at her, holding her teacup, and said calmly, "If you can see him, then go and talk to him."
Tang Zhenzhen was taken aback. Looking at Cha Meiling's calm demeanor, she suddenly realized that she had neither the ability nor the qualification to see that young master Ning.
And the foreign male assistant next to him said that Young Master Ning also has women around him...
So, these two people, each having affairs, can still get married?!
She couldn't help but shudder. These Hong Kong capitalists looked respectable, but they were all so cunning!
They deserve to be overthrown and driven out of the mainland!
Tang Zhenzhen's worldview was completely shattered. She gritted her teeth and said, "Aren't you afraid I'll tell Ning Yuan about your schemes against Jade Chili Pepper and how you prevented her from acknowledging her family?! She'll definitely come after you!"
Cha Meiling said leisurely, "Just go and tell her that what you heard was just my initial idea, and it hasn't been implemented yet. Even if she finds out, the marriage between the two families won't be affected by such a small matter."
She paused, then curled her lips in disdain: "And you will never be able to get close to your Mr. Wei Heng, and my cooperation with the Tang family ends here."
Tang Zhenzhen was stunned. It seemed that all the secrets she knew were powerless to blackmail the woman in front of her.
Or was she herself asking this woman for something?! And was she being threatened instead?
Cha Meiling looked Tang Zhenzhen up and down and suddenly asked, "You are very jealous of everything Ning Yuan has achieved, and you have been slandering her."
Tang Zhenzhen was taken aback.
Yes, she resented Ning Yuan. Why did she get recognized as a relative based on that jade chili pepper?
That bitch who opposes her and doesn't listen to her deserves to be the daughter of a Hong Kong tycoon!
If she had gotten that jade chili pepper back then, she would have been the heiress of the Hong Kong tycoon family!
She said stiffly, "I just can't stand those low-class, promiscuous people who are so smug about becoming rich heiresses!"
Anderson coldly watched Tang Zhenzhen's contorted face.
How can someone of this caliber compete with Miss Anne, who was raised as an heir?
Jealousy makes people ugly! This base kind of "badness" is truly vulgar!
Tang Zhenzhen ignored Cha Meiling's mocking gaze and lowered her eyes to ask, "What do you want me to do! How can I make Wei Heng marry me?!"
As long as she can marry Wei Heng, she will become a relative of a wealthy family!
With Wei Heng under control, there's no fear of not being able to get money out of Ning Yuan!
Cha Meiling elegantly poured a cup of tea and handed it to him: "Men from the mainland, especially soldiers, aren't they very particular about their reputation? If you have consummated your marriage with him, why are you afraid that he won't marry you and use you?"
Tang Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment, then her face flushed red instantly: "No, how could I do something so shameless!"
Cha Meiling said calmly, "Pretending to be sophisticated won't make you seem classy, Miss Tang."
Anderson said coldly to Tang Zhenzhen, "Since Miss Tang is unwilling to obey orders, you can take the money and leave now. Don't contact us again in the future."
That sense of oppression made Tang Zhenzhen panic; after all, she had never seen much of the world.
She finally gritted her teeth and said, "You...you...okay...fine, tell me what to do!"
She used to be the one leading others by the nose, but in front of this female capitalist, she was the puppet on the string! She couldn't refuse her at all!
...
This Sunday, just as dawn was breaking.
The alarm clock on the table went off.
Ning Yuan glanced at the table groggily. It was six o'clock. She slapped the alarm clock away and prepared to crawl out from under the thin blanket.
But the next moment, a long, strong arm wrapped around her slender waist.
A man's languid voice, slightly nasal, drifted from under the thin blanket: "So early, where are you going?"
Ning Yuan gazed at his well-defined, prominent shoulders and the striking whiteness of his muscular back in the dim light, and couldn't resist reaching out to touch them—
"I'm going to be busy today. I'll be fishing all day. In the morning, I'll go to Uncle Qiao's place to fish for my business license, and in the afternoon, I'll go fishing for scumbags."
Young Master Rong's skin feels so good to touch; it's smooth, cool, and quite resilient.
The man closed his eyes, buried his face in her chest, and snorted coldly, "Anyway, you just don't have time for me, do you?"
Ning Yuan could actually detect a hint of grievance in his cold tone.
Oh dear, she couldn't help but want to laugh a little, so she reached out and ruffled his dark hair, coaxing him gently—
"I've been busy this week, but you haven't had much to do lately, so just relax in your dorm. How about we go see a movie tonight?"
"No! You're not allowed to go!" The man hugged her slender waist tightly, his nose brushing against her chest.
The last time she watched "Romance on Lushan Mountain," it became a place for her to spy on others, which left him with no good impression of the movie.
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