Chapter 42: What Kind of Retionship Did You Say We Had?

  Damn it—what kind of cursed, ill-fated connection was this?!

  Why was Bo Ting Shen here?! And how long had he been here? Did he… hear everything she just said?!

  In the next room, the CEOs present were now staring at Ye Xian with expressions like they had just uncovered an earth-shattering secret.

  Ye Xian could practically see death looming over her.

  Li Jiahua, oblivious to anything strange, stood up excitedly to greet Bo Ting Shen. “President Bo, what a coincidence! You're dining here too? I was just talking to Ye Xian about—”

  “No! We weren’t!”

  Ye Xian cut him off loudly. Li Jiahua looked at her, confused. “?”

  Bo Ting Shen’s gaze locked onto Ye Xian like she was some inanimate object. His tone was ft and emotionless, “That’s enough for today.”

  “Alright.”

  “Okay!”

  Sensing a storm brewing in the air, the CEOs left one after another, faster than the st.

  Watching their retreating backs, Li Jiahua finally sensed that something was off.

  Could it be… Ye Xian’s retionship with President Bo was exposed?

  “You go back and wait for my call.”

  Just as Li Jiahua hesitated on whether to slip away too, Bo Ting Shen spoke in his cool, quiet voice.

  Li Jiahua nodded repeatedly. “Sure, absolutely! Ye Xian, I’ll head out first. Once President Bo calls me, I’ll notify you about joining the crew…”

  “Huh? Why?” Ye Xian stood up in a panic and grabbed his arm. “Don’t, Director Li! We already agreed earlier—why do we need to wait for President Bo’s call?”

  Li Jiahua pulled his sleeve free without mercy. “That’s how it is. I’ve got other matters to handle on set…”

  With a perfunctory smile, he grabbed his bag and bolted. Ye Xian wanted to use that as a chance to escape this utterly mortifying scene too.

  But as soon as she took a step—

  “Come here.”

  The man’s voice was icy and sharp, like a winter wind that could slice nerves.

  Ye Xian froze, pretending not to hear and kept walking.

  “I can call Director Li right now.”

  Skrrrt! Ye Xian came to a screeching halt.

  Like a video pying in reverse, she slowly stepped back to her original spot, then turned around with her head hung so low she looked like a quail. “Don’t…”

  The kimono-cd attendants quietly exited and shut the door.

  Bo Ting Shen stared at Ye Xian, who looked like she wanted to disappear into the floor, his eyes glinting with frost. “What kind of retionship did you just say we had?”

  “Uh… we don’t have any kind of retionship…”

  “Oh?”

  “I’m sorry!” Ye Xian bowed deeply, nearly a full ninety degrees. “President, I didn’t mean to drag you into anything. I just really, really wanted that role. But President…”

  She bit her lip and looked up. “As my boss, you’re free to deny me resources—but why would you deliberately sabotage them? How are you any different from Yan Dong?”

  “I said I wouldn’t give it to you?”

  “Huh?”

  Ye Xian’s eyes lit up. Was he saying he would give her the role?

  Wait a minute. She suddenly remembered the condition he gave her—to wear that set of lingerie and send him photos!

  “But President, your condition is too much—I can’t do it!”

  A couple seconds of awkward silence filled the room.

  Ye Xian started wondering if her tone had been too harsh. Should she soften it a little and coax him?

  Then she heard his calmly indifferent voice.

  “Sit.”

  Little Leaf (Ye Xian’s inner voice): This is awkward to the max. So awkward my ancestors are cringing…