Mingdai didn't realize that something was wrong with her that He Yaonian had noticed.
But He Yaonian asked her what was wrong.
"I...I'm fine."
Mingdai didn't want to admit, nor was she willing to admit, that she didn't really want to talk to He Yaonian at this moment.
A vague, unspeakable irritation arose in her heart, making her irritable.
She knew she was being very wrong.
But emotions are hard to control.
Even though she couldn't control herself, she didn't show it directly.
When are you going back?
He Yaonian asked, "Why don't you go home after get off work? What are you doing outside?"
He even started questioning him.
Mingdai frowned.
"I met with a client."
"Male or female?"
Mingdai: "?"
baffling.
"They're just customers, why differentiate between men and women?"
"Are you almost back yet?"
Mingdai hadn't even started the car yet when her head started to ache, so she reached up and gently pressed her temples.
Not yet.
"The customer hasn't left yet?"
Mingdai: "...Is there something you need, asking such detailed questions?"
He Yaonian remained silent.
After a long pause, she said, "No."
Mingdai: "...Then I'm driving, bye."
After the car entered the yard, the headlights shone on He Yaonian's sports car.
Mingdai gripped the steering wheel tightly in silence.
He got out of the car as if nothing had happened and saw He Yaonian also getting out of the car.
With no light source illuminating the courtyard, his tall figure was instantly hidden in the darkness.
Mingdai's heart was beating very fast.
The sound was like a drumbeat, rushing wildly from the blood to the ears.
She steadied herself and took a deep breath.
That's when he pretended to be surprised.
"Third Uncle, what brings you here?"
Mingdai stepped forward with a smile.
His eyes adjusted to the darkness and he looked at He Yaonian.
"How long have you been here?"
He Yaonian also took a few steps toward Mingdai, stopping only when he reached her.
“Not long,” he said.
As she got closer, Mingdai smelled the faint, sweet perfume on He Yaonian, exactly the same as the one Fang Li wore during the day.
Mingdai looked away and silently took a step back.
"What's Uncle doing here so late at night?"
I still feel disappointed.
Regardless of whether it's suitable or not, I'm just disappointed.
But she didn't want He Yaonian to find out.
Mingdai turned to face He Yaonian, wondering whether she should open the door.
But what if He Yaonian wants to go in?
no.
What are He Yaonian's feelings for her?
She wasn't slow-witted; in fact, she was somewhat self-satisfied.
But she had to accept a reality.
The disparity in their social status and that of He Yaonian, as well as the chasm between uncle and niece-in-law.
Aren't you going inside?
He Yaonian didn't answer Mingdai's question. Instead, he looked at Mingdai, who was facing away from him, and didn't open the door. He didn't know what she was thinking.
"What brings you here?"
Mingdai was reluctant to invite He Yaonian into the house.
But He Yaonian didn't say anything, just looked at her calmly.
Unable to withstand the pressure, Mingdai finally opened the door after much hesitation.
He Yaonian followed behind her.
Mingdai glanced at him, and He Yaonian raised his chin indifferently, his expression cold, as if he was about to follow her inside.
Mingdai suddenly realized that this might be a good opportunity to check her waist.
There's no time like the present.
She immediately strengthened her resolve and strode into the house.
He Yaonian then followed into her living room.
The apartment is quite large, and it would feel very empty if Mingdai lived there alone, but He Yaonian's arrival filled the huge space to the brim.
It's a very strange feeling.
"You...you sit down first."
Mingdai was thinking about how to bring up the topic of waist, and glanced at He Yaonian a few times.
He Yaonian usually wears a suit. He is actually very young and full of vigor, but the heavy responsibilities he bears have made him used to being serious and indifferent.
Furthermore, the beauty brought by mixed-race heritage makes them seem even more unapproachable.
Like right now.
He didn't sit down when he arrived in the living room. He casually surveyed his surroundings, exuding a terrifyingly aggressive aura.
Mingdai ran to pour water.
When they returned, He Yaonian was still standing.
Mingdai was immediately unable to move.
Helplessly, he could only say, "Third Uncle, you should just say what's on your mind. You're making me..."
I'm really scared.
He Yaonian turned to look at Mingdai.
After a moment of silence, he surprisingly asked, "What did you have for dinner?"
Mingdai: "?"
She was completely dumbfounded.
"I...I had dinner with the client."
He Yaonian's throat bobbed.
"Let's go back to the villa."
He stepped forward and took the water glass from Mingdai's hand.
Their fingertips accidentally touched. Although He Yaonian quickly took away the water glass, Mingdai felt a tingling sensation in her fingertips.
She subtly looked away.
"Let's not do it. Moving around is too much trouble! Besides, Mo Tingchuan and I are getting a divorce soon, so it's not appropriate for us to live in a villa."
Besides, by staying away from the Mo family, she was also avoiding trouble.
Seeing that Mingdai repeatedly refused, He Yaonian stopped pressuring her.
Both of them, with their own thoughts, tried their best to control the emotions surging within them.
Mingdai barely dared to look He Yaonian in the eye.
She didn't know whether to stand or sit.
Even though they were at home, they felt restricted and constrained.
He Yaonian drank a few sips of water and finally prepared to leave.
"Since you don't want to go back, then stay here for the time being."
Mingdai breathed a sigh of relief.
She wanted to see her waist, but she felt the atmosphere was really inappropriate.
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