Chapter 155

self was a transcendent being who had been in seclusion for all these years, naturally looking younger than her age.This is her birth mother, who gazes at Long Xiushui with a warm yet bewildered expre...Chapter 155

"I want to eat what you're eating."

"Have your secretary buy it for you."

"Ah, my stomach hurts so much."

warm said.

An hour later, Warm was seething as she stood beneath Anning International Tower.

How outrageous. Is Ye Fei Mo absolutely sure he's pursuing her

Sob Sob She is such a fool. Why did she rush over to cook for him the moment she heard about his stomach pain, knowing full well that it was just a ploy Grandma was right; pots and lids are meant for each other.

The reception had already been informed. Zhang Ling came down to meet her, and Warm went straight up to the 32nd floor in the elevator reserved exclusively for the CEO. Ye Ershao's chief secretary couldn't help but cast a few glances at Warm.

It was already several months since they last saw Warm in Anning.

Back then, Warm had just signed an ordinary contract.

Warm always greeted everyone with a smile. Zhang Ling smiled back and quickly led her to the 32nd floor.

The moment she entered, several secretaries gathered together to gossip. Zhang Ling stroked her heart and said, "The mistress in his affair is none other than her."

"General Manager Ye was exceptionally cheerful this morning, as if he were basking in a spring breeze. It looks like he's got plenty of桃花blooming recently." (Note: 桃花 refers to romantic interests or love affairs.)

"Indeed. You wouldn't believe it, but General Manager Ye was late today and smiled like a妖精—almost made me think lightning had struck him."

"Do you have to exaggerate"

"Don’t you find this exaggerated I’ve worked here for four years and never once seen him smile. Isn't that exaggerated"

"Alright, you've got a point there; it is rather exaggerated."

All were speechless in agreement.

The thought of how recently General Ye would get thunderously angry at even the slightest mistake, his anger not expressed loudly but through icy glances that left one quaking with fear.

His aura was simply overpowering.

This group of secretaries were all shrewd individuals; they quickly deduced that General Ye must be in an exceptionally good mood recently. After all, after being gloomy several times, suddenly smiling would indeed feel like a miracle.

Zhang Ling said, "If General Ye could change his ways and transform from a playboy to a devoted man, I'd finally breathe easy. At least then, I wouldn't have to deal with those women bombarding him with questions about why he never has time for them or needing me to arrange meals and remember where they live. Acting like I'm their personal secretary If only I could get rid of them, even reducing my salary would be fine."

"Do you think that's possible" Everyone rolled their eyes in unison.

"Impossible," Zhang Ling responded quietly; after all, they knew Ye Nimei too well.

"By the way, when Miss Wen comes out later, remember to ask for her contact information. We'll have someone else to turn to if we can't handle General Ye in the future. Also, bring up those annoying cases immediately while he's in a good mood and get them resolved quickly. Who knows what his mood will be like tomorrow Oh yes, give phone calls to all department managers; whoever wants his signature for expenses should hurry up and submit their requests. Opportunities don't come twice."

"Right away."

In the executive office, this was Warm's first visit.

The office space was vast, with excellent lighting, simple yet dignified—typical of Ye Second Young Master’s style. Seeing Warm enter, Ye Nimei softened his gaze and pointed to the sofa, saying, "Wait for me for five minutes."

Warm curiously surveyed the room before walking over to the floor-to-ceiling window to look outside at the expansive view.

His office contained a large bookshelf with all kinds of books on finance, investment, wealth management, enterprise management, jewelry design, and architecture—topics related to his industries. Ye Nimei read extensively.

What was even stranger were medical texts found among the books.

The study on the 45th floor also had a collection of medical books; why would such a business tycoon be interested in these

Warm’s previously cheerful mood plummeted when she spotted Han Bi's DVDs, records, magazines, and newspapers on the bookshelf. These publications were quite old.

The items were neatly organized and well-protected.

Ye Nimei truly loved Han Bi; he even collected everything about her. Her eyes dimmed slightly, having initially thought this office simply reflected Ye Nimei's style, but seeing those DVDs and magazines left her feeling distinctly uncomfortable.

As if she had inadvertently wandered into a world that didn't belong to her.

Approaching the world of Ye Feimo and Han Bi.

A warm heart tinged with bitterness, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

She retracted her gaze and said indifferently, "I've put the fried sauce noodles on the table. I won't disturb your work and will leave now."

This space made her feel suffocated; she instinctively wanted to escape.

Ye Feimo looked up, put down his pen, and hurriedly walked over to pull her back. "You have nothing to do this afternoon. Sit down and keep me company while I work."

"Who said I'm free My schedule is packed."

"I asked Cai Xiaojing. Since you skipped the fashion show, you don't have anything planned for the afternoon except for a birthday party hosted by Ms Mei at 8 PM tonight."

Wen Ran frowned and said, "You've got your facts straight."

"What did you do today"

"I made fried sauce noodles." Wen Ran smiled. She knew Ye Feimo was trying to change the subject and repeated that she had also made a pork rib soup. Though simple, it tasted quite good.

"Have you eaten yet"

Wen Ran replied, "I have. This soup is freshly made; I suggest you drink it before having the noodles."

Ye Feimo was indeed hungry and silently obeyed her suggestion by drinking the soup first, then eating the fried sauce noodles she had prepared. He glanced at Wen Ran who was looking at him and she uncomfortably looked away. Ye Feimo smiled.

The atmosphere immediately became warm and cozy.

"You haven't cooked for me in a long time," Ye Feimo complained.

"I'm not your maid."

Ye Feimo said coolly, "Article Five of the agreement." Wen Ran was frustrated. She had been reduced to such an extent by Ye Feimo that she memorized the entire contract; Article Five stated that all household chores were her responsibility.

A full-time nanny.

Warmth didn't say anything.

She casually picked up a magazine from the side to read, with the cover being a photo of Han Bi and Ye Feimo. It was none other than that issue reporting their impending good news. Warmth glanced sideways at Ye Feimo disdainfully.

Ye Feimo was about to praise her fried sauce noodles for being authentic when he saw the magazine and immediately changed his words, "It's just for sales."

The magazine of the Anning International Group, just for sales.

"Humph, President Ye, you must be very hardworking, sacrificing even yourself to boost sales," Warmth said acidly.

Ye Feimo looked at the fried sauce noodles expressionlessly and asked, "Did you put vinegar in it"

Warmth pursed her lips without answering. If only she had put more vinegar in; souring you to death would be just desserts. Wait a minute, right now your teeth are what's sour. Warmth thought anxiously, realizing she had mistaken the target.

"I'll have you on the cover from now on."

"No way, I don't want to be photographed with you, this butterfly," Warmth refused immediately. What a joke—this relationship could only remain underground and never in the open.

"Make me crab roe fried vermicelli and braised pork tomorrow," Ye Feimo ate up all of the noodles in the large bowl and drank every last drop of the soup broth, then wiped his mouth clean before starting to order dinner for the next day.

Whatever Fang Liucheng has eaten, he wants too.

"Are you really treating me like a full-time nanny"

Ye Feimo hugged her and felt content while holding onto her. Warmth smiled as she played with his fingers; this person had very beautiful hands—long and elegant, noble and powerful, making anyone feel secure when they held them.

The heavens were really unfair. How could someone have such a perfect appearance They didn't even have pores up close, and their eyelashes were long and curled perfectly.

Impeccable in every way.

"I know I'm very handsome, so you don’t need to stare at me with such murderous intent," Ye Feimo pinched her nose. Warmth slapped his hand away; he always liked pinching her nose or pulling her ears and hair.."Go take care of yourself in the bathroom," Mo Yao said, his voice rough and low, which sounded incredibly sexy to Mu Baixue’s ears.Mu Baixue refused, arguing that since he has a partner, why should...