Soft, ambiguous lighting and an elegant ambiance—this restaurant was clearly designed with couples in mind.
Cheng Anya absentmindedly poked at her foie gras, silently praying Please, don't let me bump into him again. Her heart wasn't made for this level of shock and surprise—especially not all in one day.
"Anya, why aren't you eating?" Yang Zekun asked gently, his face full of concern.
She quickly snapped out of her daze, offering him an apologetic smile. She rubbed her nose, a little embarrassed. To Yang Zekun, that small gesture was indescribably endearing, deepening his affection for her even more.
"Senior, I'm really sorry about all this. I promised you, and then I backed out again. Go ahead and scold me," she said sheepishly.
"Silly girl, what are you saying?" Yang Zekun replied warmly. "Since you've found a job you're happy with, I'm too busy feeling happy for you to be mad. Sure, it's a shame we can't work together, but as long as you're happy, nothing else matters."
Cheng Anya felt even guiltier. He was always this gentle, always patient, always accepting of everything about her. He was like a flawless piece of jade—warm and perfect. Why, she wondered miserably, doesn't my heart skip a beat for a man like this?
So frustrating!
If only she were drawn to him—it would be perfect. Yang Zekun would make the ideal lover, the perfect husband.
Damn this stupid heart! It never beats when it's supposed to and goes thumping wildly when it shouldn't. Absolutely hopeless.
"I'm sorry," she murmured again, her voice soft.
"Silly girl," he said, reaching out to lightly tap her nose, his smile full of indulgence, so tender it could drown someone. "As long as you're happy."
To him, Anya was the most precious thing. He had quietly protected her for so many years, never willing to pressure her, never daring to ask for more. If he could, he would gift her the whole world and still feel it wasn't enough.
So how could he ever bear to see her unhappy?
Cheng Anya giggled and made a funny face, her mood finally lifting. Her appetite returned.
Not far away, Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly. His deep gaze betrayed no emotion, but from the moment he walked in, he had noticed them.
Yang Zekun—president of Yaohua Group.
He and Yang had clashed before in the business world. Though outwardly suave and always smiling, Yang's smile carried a chill, an unmistakable distance.
But now—his face was filled with warmth and affection. The way he looked at that girl, it was as if she were the pearl in his palm. And Ye Chen, being a man himself, understood perfectly well what that kind of gaze meant.
Even worse, the woman didn't seem to mind his intimacy.
Are they lovers?
The idea made Ye Chen incredibly irritated. Flames of jealousy flared in his eyes like a storm. That damn little brat! She'd just looked at him so coldly—and now she was smiling so sweetly at another man?
Unacceptable.