The mirror fell off the balcony and landed right at Ye Shi'an's feet.
He quickly squatted down and picked up the mirror. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was an antique, with exquisitely crafted dragon and cloud patterns. Unfortunately, the mirror was already cracked from being broken.
"Ah, my mirror."
A moment later, Miss Lan turned and went into the room, then quickly ran out of the small building and came to Ye Shi'an.
She snatched the mirror from Ye Shi'an's hand with a pained expression.
Tears immediately welled up on the beauty's long, fan-like eyelashes, making Ye Shi'an's heart ache.
"Miss Lan, don't be sad. The mirror is broken, so be it. I'll go find you another one that's similar to this one."
"Really?"
Miss Lan's soft little hand suddenly grasped Ye Shi'an's hand.
Ye Shi'an felt his soul being held in the grasp of that small hand.
The beautiful woman with long, flowing hair looked at him with hopeful eyes, like those of a fawn.
This caused Ye Shi'an's heart to pound like a deer's.
He was already captivated by that gaze, as if trapped in a deep pool, unable to extricate himself.
He would do anything to make Miss Lan smile.
Ye Shi'an went to the company in a daze.
When he was giving instructions to his assistant for the day, he was absent-minded, his mind preoccupied with how to help Miss Lan find another antique mirror like the one he was looking for.
Finally, he remembered that there was such a mirror in their Ye family's main residence.
Yes, I once saw it on his grandmother's dressing table.
Once he had this thought, Ye Shian lost all interest in working today.
He hadn't even finished explaining his work to his assistant when he grabbed his car keys and rushed out.
The assistant was stunned: What's wrong with President Ye today? The smile on his face is just like that of a guy who's just fallen in love.
Isn't President Ye always known for his clear thinking?
Never before have I felt so caught up in the tension between work and women, like today, with a foolish, love-struck individual.
Forget it, don't meddle in things that aren't his business.
Ye Shian quickly drove the car onto the highway. The distance from the company to the main residence was only a little over two hours' drive.
I must get Grandma's mirror today, otherwise Miss Lan will be disappointed and heartbroken.
We arrived at the ancestral home.
The bodyguards standing there were quite puzzled. It wasn't a holiday or a day for ancestor worship, so why was the young master here?
But don't meddle in things you shouldn't meddle in, and don't ask questions you shouldn't ask.
Ye Shian rushed into his grandmother's room in a flurry of activity.
My grandmother passed away many years ago.
Because his father was a very filial son, his grandmother's room has remained exactly as it was back then.
In his grandmother's bedroom, Ye Shi'an immediately spotted the antique mirror on the dressing table.
This antique mirror is even more exquisite than Miss Lan's mirror, and it is inlaid with blue gemstones.
However, the dragon-patterned cloud pattern was strikingly similar.
Although it was the same palm-sized ancient mirror, Ye Shi'an felt that Miss Lan should use this ancient mirror even more, as it would be more worthy of her ethereal beauty.
Clutching the ancient mirror, he rushed back to the villa and fawned over Blue Star 3 like a sycophant.
Nanxing No. 3 finally smiled, pinching the mirror and looking around, only to realize that he hadn't thanked Ye Shi'an yet.
"Young Master, I really like this mirror. How can I thank you?"
Ye Shi'an's lower body started working.
"Shanshan, why do you still call me Young Master?"
Don't you understand my feelings for you? Call me Shi'an!
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