Mr. Yan

He's the heir of the Imperial Group, ruthless and calculating. Yet, he dotes on his wife so much. 

"Hubby, I'm thinking of getting a pet. What do you think is good?"

"You are the pet."

"…"

"Hubby, is a rose or peony prettier?"

"You are the prettiest."

"…"

Zhuang Nainai: …Can you say something constructive?

One day, someone asks him, "Why are you always the one bowing your head first when you quarrel with her?"

Si Zhengting: "Because I'm 185 cm, and she's 165 cm. When am I not the first to bow my head?"

In short, this is a black-bellied CEO who dotes on his wife in every way you could think of and tries his best to build a family after marriage by baking a little bun baby.
 


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Hello, Heir

Zhuang Nainai was between laughter and tears.

His fiancée? With long legs?

Su Yanbing was still so full of nonsense after all these years.

She slowly looked up at Si Zhengting. His mood darkened again. Annoyance and disdain danced in his eyes.

Zhuang Nainai instantly felt her anxiety creep up.

Get married? He evidently desired to annul the marriage promise from the looks of it.

Her status as a fiancée was superficial. It meant even less than that of an ex-girlfriend.

She was musing these to herself when she saw Si Zhengting abruptly rise.

Irritation and harsh coolness played on his lips and in his dark eyes. His question chilled Su Yanbing to his bones.

Su Yanbing faltered and hurriedly tried to appease him. He sat down at the table and placated, "Not yet, I will eat now and speak no more, ok?"

But Si Zhengting was already walking towards the exit without another word, jacket in hand.

Zhuang Nainai watched the tall figure, not daring to chase after the imposing aura.

The few people left in the room were scared stiff and gaped at him making his willful exit.

They could keep quiet and do nothing. But not her! Not Zhuang Nainai!

Even though she was scared to death, Zhuang Nainai gritted her teeth and followed after him.

He walked briskly; Zhuang Nainai had to jog to keep up.

She cast furtive glances at him, too terrified to say anything.

However, she did not even get the chance to speak much to him the few previous times they met. When would another opportunity come along if she let go of this one?

Zhuang Nainai was determined to give it another shot.

She trotted behind him, not daring to look him in the face. She put on a brave front and yelled, "Hey! Mr… Si, when do you plan to take me as your wife?"

Si Zhengting did not break pace and continued walking ahead.

Zhuang Nainai was flustered. What's wrong with this guy!

She grabbed his arm and demanded, "Hey! If you don't agree to the marriage, I will never stop clinging onto you! And I will never let go!"

Si Zhengting's eyes darkened and he slowed his footsteps.

Just like what she did five years ago to make him fall for her? Just like five years ago, when she kicked him to the curb right afterwards?

Following his train of thought, Si Zhengting was once again shrouded in a layer of chilling bitterness. He turned and his gaze landed on Zhuang Nainai's delicate face. She stood at his side and looked like she had something to say, but was too afraid to do so.

He suddenly asked, "Zhuang Nainai, do you know what I like about you right now?"

She breathlessly asked back, "What is it?"

Si Zhengting watched her. An emotion flickered in his cold eyes that Zhuang Nainai could not quite grasp. With chilling disdain, he replied with emphasis on each word, "Like you… to stay away from me."

With that, he tossed her hand aside and stalked off.

It finally dawned on Zhuang Nainai that she had been played.

She bit her lips and her eyes reddened. Holding her hand to her chest, she felt the strong rhythm of her beating heart. A bitter smile formed on her lips. Zhuang Nainai, what were you expecting?

I Like You... to Stay Away From Me!