“Oh.”
No matter how good-looking he was, he was not the person she had been longing for. That person had already subdued her with his charm.
Yi Juncheng narrowed his eyes. The situation did not look good.
This person… was in quite a deep predicament.
Lemon continued the introductions, saying, “Mr. Yi has his own company. He’s interested in poaching you, Miss Joey.”
Kang Sinuo was determined to stay here and looked disinterested. She stirred the coffee in her cup without even raising her eyelids. “Thank you for the offer.”
Lemon said nothing.
This was so exciting. He could feel the carnage and the smell of smoke.
When this man came, his expression was already not very good. Now, it looked like his gloom was at its peak.
He shrugged and shot a helpless look at Young Master Yi, whose face was dark. However, he also had a creepy smile. It was more like adding fuel to the fire.
“Very well.” With that, Yi Juncheng left. He wasn’t a man who liked to make things difficult for others. He was only patient with Yangyang. He would use very legitimate methods to get the other party to agree.
When he was gone, Kang Sinuo looked up. “He’s good-looking, but he seems bad-tempered. Whoever is his girlfriend must have bad luck. I wonder who’s so unlucky.”
The more she complained, the more she felt that she still preferred the president she knew. He was quiet and precise. He was talented but kept a low profile. His personality was also not too bad. He gave people the feeling that he kept a low profile. He was very to her liking.
…
Two days later, Kang Sinuo took the initiative to send a message to Sheng Yang: [President, my mentor asked me to help him recently. I might not be able to go to the laboratory often these days.]
Sheng Yang said: [Alright.]
Turning around, she said to Yi Juncheng, “Is this your work again?”
She already sounded certain.
Yi Juncheng was reading beside her, sitting on the tatami mat. His long legs were wrapped in black trousers. He suddenly looked up. “I didn’t do anything.”
‘… I don’t believe you!’
But Sheng Yang was too lazy to argue with him.
“By the way.” Yi Juncheng put down the book and suddenly stood up. He walked over to Sheng Yang, wrapped his arms around her shoulders from behind, and bent down. His thin lips were almost touching Sheng Yang’s ear. It was itchy, and his low magnetic voice was like a stereo as he spoke, “Can you guess what I said to Fu Sheng that day?”
He knew that when it came to unresolved mysteries, Yangyang would always be patient enough to find out.
Sheng Yang shook her head. “Nothing.”
“That’s good.”
“…”
Yi Juncheng raised his hand in surrender. He was really embarrassed. Why did he say what was on his mind? But this was also one of his strategies. He just didn’t feel safe. As long as there were doubts around him, Yangyang would have endless treasures to dig up. That way, he could keep Yangyang by his side for a long time.
Sheng Yang lowered her eyes. Did he think she didn’t know what he was thinking?
A photo appeared on the screen of her phone. It was Mensa’s badge, a symbol of a certain identity. She had found out about it a long time ago, but she deliberately kept it to herself.
Yi Juncheng was looking at the badge in the corner with a secretive expression. It looked like it had not moved at all, but there were still some slight changes. He had long noticed it.
His joy grew. She had lied to him to make him happy. Meanwhile, he had put on an act to make the little girl feel that his scheme worked and he had the upper hand. After all, the little girl had such a strong desire to win.
So in the end, who set who up?
Yi Juncheng smiled without saying anything. Yangyang felt that winning was important, but in his opinion, he enjoyed the process very much. This was the unique fun shared between the two of them.
