Ji Yan felt that if Xu Yinian wasn’t kept in a greenhouse and watered constantly, she wouldn’t be able to take care of her own. Seeing the girl look thinner and more fragile by the day made Ji Yan’s heart ache until her fingertips went numb.
…She’d had a bit of meat on her bones not too long ago.
The Mad Dog, who hadn’t even learned how to cook, had no idea that those extra pounds had been the result of Shen Ruoshuang and Bai Ran’s combined efforts to feed her. Wasn’t she the one doing the worst job of taking care of her?
“Do you even know how to pamper someone? How did you let her get like that?” Knowing the Mad Dog’s “Young Mistress” temperament and her complete lack of domestic skills, Lu Zhou sneered in accusation.
This arrangement of leaving a crush in a rival’s care was dysfunctional enough, but hearing that the girl was struggling turned them against each other instantly.
“You’re a Lu, who are you to lecture me? I don’t know how to pamper people? Like your goddamn ex-girlfriends knew any better!” Ji Yan exploded. “She has to be willing to accept it! She won’t take anything. Even when I deal with people in her class, I have to hide it from her. If she looks up at you with those pitiful, pleading eyes, can you handle it?”
Aside from Xu Yihe’s lifelong care, which Xu Yinian accepted as a matter of course, any other kindness had to be delivered either like Shen Ruoshuang—silently in the background—or like Shen Yi, with a suffocating, possessive indulgence.
The Mad Dog had been tamed so thoroughly by Xu Yinian that she didn’t have a shred of her usual ferocity left.
“And you, keep yourself in check. If you lose your cool and go to her now, you’re just waiting for Lu Yuan to kill her,” Ji Yan warned.
Neither of them knew that the “little white flower” they were worrying about—the one they thought was lonely and liable to break in the wind—was currently sitting comfortably on the heated linen-white seats of a five-million-dollar Bentley.
She was being meticulously pampered by the very woman who supposedly “didn’t know how to care for people.”
Xu Yinian was naturally going to meet Shen Yi for the first time since the banquet.
Ever since she saw the orange-and-white cat ceramic cup, she had urgently clicked on Shen Ruoshuang’s WeChat profile. The pattern was the same, but it was very different from the kitten in her memory… it clearly wasn’t an old photo from three years ago.
Assuming that her little orange-and-white cat was long gone, Xu Yinian hesitated again. Maybe… it’s just another cat that happens to look the same?
Besides, she already knew Shen Ruoshuang had noticed her back then. It was normal for her to have seen her feeding a cat.
Xu Yinian loathed Chen Yu so much that she rarely thought about him, and she quickly locked those memories away again. She placed the ceramic cup on the desk in Shen Ruoshuang’s dorm but wasn’t ready to send a message to tell her. Yet every time she looked at it, she felt a sense of daze.
She didn’t know if she was thinking about the cat or the person.
She gathered her thoughts, trying to suppress the obsessive feelings for Shen Ruoshuang that had felt like a fever recently, fearing Shen Yi would notice something.
Because she had just come from the exam hall, Xu Yinian was dressed like a typical student. To keep her hair out of her eyes, she had rareled pulled it back. With her obedient, neat ponytail, she looked like an underage high schooler.
Yet, the flash of blue and white in her hair was a priceless antique embroidery piece that Shen Yi had specially commissioned for her. No matter how exquisite it was, or how much it embodied the history and skill of Jiangnan’s finest embroiderers—a piece of “Three-Blue” openwork butterfly embroidery that belonged in a museum—on the girl’s head, it was just a convenient hair tie.
If collectors saw such a treasure being treated with such reckless abandon, they would surely weep in despair.
With both Shen Yi and Secretary Zhou away, Xu Yinian was picked up by a driver to go to the Shen Group headquarters. It was the same female driver who had been with them since that first rainy night. She was responsible for CEO Shen’s private trips and was a woman of few words.
In truth, although Shen Yi kept mistresses, she didn’t mess around outside. The driver had never seen or heard anything she shouldn’t have—until that day when Xu Yinian, affected by the aphrodisiac, had climbed onto CEO Shen’s lap and made those soul-stirring, broken soft whimpers.
She hadn’t dared to look, wishing she could plug her ears. Like Secretary Zhou, she had seen the special treatment the CEO afforded Xu Yinian.
As soon as the “Little Ancestor” entered the car, she was looked after perfectly. The driver pulled a bottle of warm milk from the car fridge to help her ward off the cold. The high-end fridge, usually meant for fine wine, probably never expected to hold such a childish thing.
Seeing the girl go from being so nervous she didn’t know where to put her feet to finally getting a bit used to the luxury, the driver felt her heart soften.
This was Xu Yinian’s first time visiting Shen Yi’s workplace. Although they had been intimate at school, the shame of entering Shen Yi’s domain felt different. Even her status… felt strange.
The words “Madam Shen” she had overheard at the banquet suddenly flashed through her mind. She choked on her milk, coughing so hard the driver checked on her through the rearview mirror.
Xu Yinian hid from the gaze, ashamed of the unspeakable things she was thinking.
As the familiar Bentley with its sequential license plate rolled into the corporate park, the security guards were startled. Isn’t that CEO Shen’s car?
Shen Yi usually rotated between a Rolls-Royce and a Bentley. The Phantom was for when she wanted to be seen; the Cullinan for rougher needs; and the Bentley for low-profile occasions. A Phantom was too flashy for the gates of X University, so the Bentley was used for picking up Xu Yinian. Furthermore, its rear seat lacked a partition, making it more convenient for intimacy.
CEO Shen usually worked late; the Rolls-Royce shouldn’t have left the park yet…
Not to mention, Shen Yi always kept work and life strictly separate. She never allowed her lovers to come here, and even Shen Ruoshuang had never set foot in the office. Under her control, she wouldn’t allow her heir to touch power too early.
Since the CEO’s private car was fetching someone, and there were no rumors of VIP guests today, the guards were confused. The blacked-out windows remained tightly shut, hiding the guest’s appearance, which only made the staff more anxious. They notified the President’s Office immediately.
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