Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
When Cheng Anya reached the Central Square, she instantly saw Third Young Master Ye’s silver-colored Rolls-Royce. It was nearing 11 p.m. and all the department stores were closed. There was hardly anyone at the Square.
Third Young Master Ye sat on the bumper of the car in a very arrogant posture, haughty with a tinge of laziness. He was smoking a cigar, a faint smoke swirling around him in a layer of hazy cloud.
What a hooligan…
Cheng Anya took a look from afar and secretly criticized that he had the posture of a hooligan. Not only was he a hooligan, but he was also one that was arrogant and killed without batting an eye.
It was already so late and he was still not asleep. Why was he acting like a hooligan here?
“Boss Ye, it is already so late. Do you have any instructions?” Cheng Anya asked with a smile. Third Young Master Ye tilted his head. His delicate features combined with evilness and elegance created a powerful charm.
He glanced with his deep eyes and did not look as cold as he was in the day. His eyes seemed to glitter at night, just like the bewitchment when Adam seduced Eve to sin.
One glance was enough to let a person sink.
It was a hot and dry night, the wind carrying a few traces of the summer heat.
Cheng Anya had butterflies in her stomach and her face went red. Under this specific atmosphere, her feelings that were suppressed by her pride and rationality began to stir.
“This evildoer could be very seductive at times,” Cheng Anya thought.
Third Young Master Ye stood up, threw away the cigar, and gave it a ruthless twist with his foot. He opened the car’s door, turned his head, and ordered, “Get in the car!”
Cheng Anya wanted to be courageous and ask him where they were going, but she hesitated for a second and got in the car obediently after looking at Ye Chen’s face.
This man was temperamental and she had better not mess with him.
Ye Chen got in the car and squinted at her. Cheng Anya straightened her clothes and sat properly, forcing her signature smile. Ye Chen moved his body toward her.
“What are you doing?” she asked nervously.
Ye Chen did not say anything and stretched out his hands to help her buckle the seat belt.
A tinge of pure male mixed with Estee Lauder’s ‘Pleasure’ perfume surged over her. As Ye Chen’s chief secretary, Cheng Anya’s head was filled with the information of all the ladies that Ye Chen was dating.
She was clear of what the ladies liked and what they used.
Estee Lauder’s ‘Pleasure’ was the brand that Yun Ruoxi frequently used. It was fresh and elegant, a very unique scent.
Cheng Anya furrowed her eyebrows slightly and thinned her red lips. She turned her head slightly, her signature smile seemingly a bit stiff.
