Chapter 62 You dare to choose Shen Yu and try?
Su Ruan's competitive spirit was stirred, and her almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly.
[Is President Yan's surveillance coverage global?]
[They're still diligently checking up on me even while I'm abroad?]
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end.
You are using the VIP channel of an airline with which Qingyan has a long-term partnership.
[Retrieving a record only takes one minute.]
As for checking up on people...
Which one would you prefer?
He turned the tables, passing the buck back to her and letting her define it herself.
Beneath the calm words lies a relentless and controlling force.
Su Ruan's ears felt slightly hot as she tapped the screen with her fingers.
Neither of them is needed!
[Is President Yan not sleeping at 2 AM because he's not at peace?]
It seems the Zurich night wasn't enough for President Yan to enter a meditative state.
The phone rang immediately after the message was sent.
Yan Tingnan called.
Su Ruan curled her lips and lazily swiped to answer the call.
"Hello?"
What are you going to Hong Kong Island for?
His deep, slightly hoarse voice came through the receiver, colder and more direct than any written message.
"Go check on the final assembly at Tiangongfang and be back tomorrow night."
"What, Mr. Yan, are you worried?"
"Um."
He responded.
"The driver is waiting at the exit. Jinghuai will send you his contact information later."
"Until the journey ends, he will be your legs."
"Tiangongfang, the hotel, just two points in a straight line."
"Stop loitering around."
He spoke very quickly, giving orders rather than making suggestions.
The phrase 'idling around' clearly refers to someone: Shen Yu.
No need to name names, everyone knows what's going on.
This is to demarcate boundaries and assert sovereignty.
Su Ruan raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, Mr. Yan is remotely controlling Hong Kong Island's transportation while in Zurich?"
“I can find Tin Kung Fong in Hong Kong Island with my eyes closed, I can just take a taxi.”
She paused deliberately, then uttered the name that she knew would ignite his fuse.
"Or, Shen Yu knows the way very well, so it wouldn't be a problem to have him pick me up on the way?"
"Anyway, he's just sitting around doing nothing..."
Yan Tingnan interrupted her, his voice becoming slightly deeper.
"Let him take the call, or use my people, it's your choice."
Without further ado, here's a single-choice question with two options.
Domineering and domineering.
The subtext: You dare to choose Shen Yu and see what happens?
Su Ruan: "..."
His reaction satisfied the little bit of malice she felt deep inside.
The name Shen Yu is indeed a taboo subject for him.
Su Ruan's smile deepened.
Knowing when the time is right, it's time to stop.
"Okay, okay, use your driver."
Her voice softened, carrying a hint of coquetry.
"The car arranged by President Yan is definitely more reassuring to ride in than Young Master Shen's sports car, right?"
A very soft chuckle came from the other end of the phone.
His tone softened.
"Let me know you've arrived safely."
He added a final sentence, his deep voice carrying a profound meaning.
"It's windy on Hong Kong Island, so keep your guard down."
This statement has a double meaning, which is implied without being explicitly stated.
After hanging up the phone, a short while later, a WeChat message popped up with Jinghuai's license plate number and the driver's phone number.
The sentence at the end reads: "Ms. Su, the driver is holding a sign to pick you up."
Su Ruan stared at the screen, laughing in exasperation.
Yan Tingnan's childish possessiveness!
But somewhere deep inside, I felt a burning sensation from this airtight control.
Like a warm stove suddenly placed in your palm in the dead of winter.
...
As the plane landed on Hong Kong Island, a wave of hot, humid air hit us.
As soon as Su Ruan turned on her phone, Jing Huai's message popped up, as precise as if it were timed with a stopwatch.
She dragged her luggage toward the exit and immediately spotted the sign held high among the crowd of people waiting to pick up passengers.
Her name was clearly printed in black letters on a white background.
Behind the sign was a middle-aged man in a black suit with a straight posture.
"Ms. Su, the car is on B2, this way please."
The driver's voice was flat, and his movements as he took the luggage were swift and efficient.
Su Ruan raised an eyebrow: "Did President Yan give the order?"
"yes."
The driver nodded and led the way without looking to the side.
The Maybach glided into traffic and headed straight for the Tiangongfang workshop on the hillside.
Li Shixiang was already waiting in the workshop, his eyes bloodshot, but he was in high spirits.
"Miss Su! The last three items, the adjustments are almost finished!"
Su Ruan plunged into the workbench, checking the details with the craftsmen.
The neon lights outside the window lit up and changed, and the final work was not completed until 10 p.m.
Su Ruan's tense shoulders finally relaxed, and fatigue belatedly crept up on her.
Back at the hotel, the receptionist respectfully handed me my room key.
"Ms. Su, Mr. Yan has reserved a penthouse suite for you."
Su Ruan was stunned.
While in Zurich, he was anything but ambiguous in his actions.
He even directly allocated his private land to her.
But ironically, the more he interfered, the more she couldn't suppress the subtle pleasure she felt.
"Mr. Yan instructed that you should contact the housekeeper at any time if you need anything."
The receptionist added another sentence.
Su Ruan nodded and took the room key.
Upon entering the suite, a delicate mahogany food box sat quietly on the coffee table in the living room.
Su Ruan approached and lifted the lid.
The top layer is warm ginger milk curd, smooth and trembling.
The lower level contains several exquisite Hong Kong-style dim sum dishes.
There was a minimalist black card pressed against the side of the food container, with two messages on it.
Eat something light and avoid cold foods.
She picked up a warm, soft, and sticky piece of Malay cake and put it in her mouth; the soft, sticky, and sweet flavor melted instantly.
This man was clearly thousands of miles away, yet his presence was felt everywhere.
Without hesitation, she dialed the video call directly.
A few seconds later, the screen lit up, showing the scene behind Yan Tingnan.
Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the afternoon light in Zurich is crisp and clear, and distant mountains and lush green grass are faintly visible.
"Are you done with your work?" he asked.
"Yeah, just got back to the hotel."
Su Ruan pointed the camera at the food box.
"President Yan, your logistics in Hong Kong are much more reliable than Shen Yu's."
She curled up barefoot on the sofa, and the camera panned across her fair ankles.
Yan Tingnan's gaze lingered on her ankle for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.
"Has Li Shixiang finished up his work?"
Su Ruan shook her sore wrist.
"Old Li is exhausted today, and I'm about to fall apart too."
Su Ruan scooped up a spoonful of ginger juice and squinted her eyes in satisfaction.
"The sweetness is just right."
"Go to bed early if you're tired."
His tone was calm, but his gaze never left the screen.
"I can't sleep."
Su Ruan put down the spoon, turned the camera around, and leaned close to the lens while resting her chin on her hand.
"Yan Tingnan".
"Um?"
Su Ruan met his gaze.
"While eating..."
"I especially crave the food you make myself."
In the video, Yan Tingnan's gaze faltered slightly.
"Have you been wronged, chefs from Hong Kong Island?"
His voice was steady, without any discernible emotion.
"The craftsmanship is superb."
Su Ruan scooped up a spoonful of the trembling ginger milk curd, but didn't put it in her mouth. She just watched the milky white curd sway on the tip of the spoon.
"I feel like something's missing from President Yan—that down-to-earth quality?"
"I just miss the taste of your homemade food."
Su Ruan put the spoon back into the bowl.
She tilted her head slightly, her hair slipping down her shoulder, revealing a small patch of delicate skin on the side of her neck.
The warm yellow light outlines a lazy silhouette, like a satiated yet still wanting more kitten.
"Su Ruan." He suddenly called her name, his voice even lower and hoarseer than before.
"Um?"
"Three o'clock the day after tomorrow,"
Yan Tingnan's gaze pressed down on her heavily, like an invisible net.
“VIP Exit of Terminal 3”.
He paused for a moment, then clearly uttered the command.
"Come pick me up."
It's not an inquiry, it's a declaration.
"President Yan has such a grand entourage, even needing to specify who should pick him up at the airport?"
"Um."
He should do it decisively.
"You."
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