Young Madam Zhao

Days passed and Han Yixin successfully registered her business, with a lot of thanks for her husband.

Five days before the LH event, she was called for a meeting in the afternoon.

As she was cooking in the morning, she had the idea of repeating her previously unpleasant, hopefully not again, visit to LZ Headquarters. Afterwhich, she could go to LH for the meeting.

Han Yixin took a deep breath as she held onto the lunch she brought as her bag swings over her other shoulder.

Since she will be in a meeting in the afternoon, she dressed with earth colors this time.

The receptionist Ai squinted her eyes to recognize the woman approaching. Though she had only met the Young Madam once, after the lunch incident, they had a whole day lecture of how she is and her looks.

Han Yixin wore a cream high-neck chiffon 3/4 blouse tucked loosely into a fitting navy blue pencil skirt, with a pair of satin cream d'orsay heels. Her hair was in a half-updo look, secured by a sapphire subtle hairpiece, with her naturally wavy locks framing her neck and shoulders. She had light makeup on and her glasses, completing the office look.

When the lady was just before the reception desk, Ai became sure that it was their Young Madam Zhao.

"Good morning, Young Madam. Welcome to LZ. We apologize for the previous misunderstanding." Ai bowed, then retrieved a card and offered, "Here is your access card to the VIP elevator. You may proceed to the CEO office without passing by the reception area."

"Oh...so I need to keep this?" Han Yixin's tone unconsciously sounded like someone obliged her to do something.

Ai panicked. "Ah...if...if Young Madam would want to, we can keep it here at the reception area when you will be leaving. It will be available for your use anytime."

"Oh! Sounds great! I tend to lose things. I will leave it later here then..." Han Yixin breathed relief and smiled.

Ai started breathing again. Good thing the Young Madam seemed reasonable. She will certainly keep her job if she can keep the Young Madam happy.

As Ai looked at the direction towards the elevators, she frowned when she saw another woman by the doors, seemingly waiting for someone.

Han Yixin did not mind the lady beside the elevators. She was too excited to use her access card and bring her homemade lunch.

Cynthia Mu frowned. 'This naive woman is so full of herself.' Her pretty face distorted when she saw Han Yixin scanned her access card. She had been waiting for Zhao Mingzhe to come down for lunch. It took her a lot of effort to get into the building, as he had banned her. She even bribed a small manager, whom she knew had a long-time interest on her, to sneak her past the employee back entrance.

Cynthia Mu gulped, straightened her posture, then walked towards Han Yixin.

"You think he will really like you?"

Han Yixin took a quick breath and looked towards the woman who just spoke. She eyed the woman without responding. Of course she remembers her, but a few words cannot elicit a word from her.

Cynthia Mu frowned because Han Yixin just stared at her without saying anything. "What? Proud to have the access card? You really think that he considers you as his wife? You don't know Zhao Mingzhe. He just...he just wanted to taste something different, but he will always come back to the taste he was used to having."

At the end of her sentence, Cynthia Mu had a victorious smirk as her words made Han Yixin furrow her brows.

Han Yixin continued to stare at her, this time frowning, still not speaking any word.

Cynthia Mu opened her mouth again. "Wanna bet? Whoever he calls out first is the one he truly loves." She smirked as she saw the elevator doors open behind Han Yixin.

"Cynthia Mu!" Zhao Mingzhe's deep voice rang.

"Cynthia Mu!" Zhao Mingzhe's deep voice rang.

Han Yixin had wide eyes. She tried very hard to suppress tears which are brimming from her eyes.

"What are you doing here?!" Zhao Mingzhe's voice was raised.

Han Yixin slowly turned to face him, shocked and scared of him.

Zhao Mingzhe was shocked to find his wife with his ex. He gulped. "Xiao Xin..." he almost whispered.

Cynthia Mu had a subtle smirk as she let things unfold.

Zhao Mingzhe immediately took his wife's hand and protectively moved her behind him.

Then he continued to question Cynthia Mu. "How did you get into the building?" His brows are furrowed. It seemed security and reception need another lecture.

"Well...I think they still regard me as the CEO's woman. I did not even need to explain myself." Cynthia Mu's proud face and smile reflected with her good posture.

"You can no longer come here." Zhao Mingzhe was firm on this decision.

"Because I lack the access card? Oh c'mon..." she walked over towards Han Yixin. "You'll let me borrow it, won't you?"

Assistant Wen, who stood just behind his boss, gulped. It was the face-off of the could-have-been Young Madam and the current one.

"Cynthia Mu...get out of here." Zhao Mingzhe continued to keep his wife away from his ex. He turned towards his back. "Wen..."

"Ah, right away, Sir." Assistant Wen immediately understood his boss and walked towards Cynthia Mu. "Miss Mu...it has been long since security had dragged a woman out of here. Please maintain your dignity by walking away quietly." He gestured the exit with his arm.

Cynthia Mu snickered. "Han Yixin...you already know the answer."

Then she walked away elegantly.

Zhao Mingzhe looked at his wife, and has never been so mortified.