"Put on my shoes" and "Vacheron Constantin"

Wan Qing was stunned for a moment, feeling a bit angry. "Didn't you say I should only keep what I like?"

The woman still smiled. "Keeping them doesn't mean you have to wear them, but if you do, Mr. Mu will definitely be happy. I think Mr. Mu would be angry if he comes back and finds these missing from your wardrobe."

Wan Qing thought about Mu Tianyang's behavior over the past couple of days and had to admit that the woman was probably right.

Seeing that Wan Qing wasn't insisting, the woman started hanging the lingerie up, casually adding, "Men like rare things. If you wrap yourself up tightly every day, one day when you wear something seductive, he'll naturally love it and will be completely taken by you… Anyway, understanding men is an art. You can't always give in, but you can't always resist either."

Wan Qing listened thoughtfully and watched her finish arranging the items before leaving. It seemed as though she understood something. She opened the wardrobe, took a bathrobe, and went to take a shower. Afterward, she picked out a new outfit to wear, applied a bit of powder, sprayed some perfume, dabbed on lip gloss, and put on her newly bought high heels before heading downstairs to read in the living room.

When Mu Tianyang returned, he found her sitting barefoot across the sofa, her sandals placed neatly on the floor in front of her. She was holding a magazine, her hair falling over her chest, subtly hiding her private areas.

He smiled, walked over, and sat next to her, casually pulling her onto his lap.

"You..." Wan Qing was startled, feeling a bit uneasy and wanting to get up.

"Stay put," he ordered, pulling open her collar to take a look, then chuckled, "White, huh?"

Wan Qing's face turned bright red, and she lowered her head without speaking.

He kissed her cheek and sniffed. "Not bad… you smell nice."

Wan Qing looked up at him, timidly asking, "Do you like it?"

Mu Tianyang froze for a moment. Was she trying to please him? He looked at her, and this feeling wasn't bad. He smiled, "I like it. You're so considerate, of course, I like it."

Wan Qing let out a sigh of relief and timidly said, "I want to ask you for a favor."

Mu Tianyang glared at her. "Is this you trying to make a deal? Dressing like this isn't enough? If you want to make a deal, you'll need to do more to please me!"

"I'm not..." Wan Qing said, feeling wronged. "I want to go back to school!"

"Back to school?"

"I need to go to class!" Wan Qing looked at him. "I have to take the college entrance exam next year."

His face darkened, and he waved his hand. "I can support you, but what do you need to study for? Isn't it just to find a good job, make more money, and buy nice clothes? You don't need to anymore!"

"If I don't study, my mom will be upset."

"You've already taken a break from school, right?" He remembered what she said the night before.

"My mom doesn't know. I've been hiding it from her. She just had surgery, and she'll be discharged soon. If I don't go back to school quickly, she'll find out. If she finds out about me and you... I'll be doomed!" Wan Qing said, bursting into tears.

Just then, A Cheng walked in and said, "Miss, the CEO has ordered that you're not allowed to leave the house without permission. Zhang Ma, you can go ahead. Ah Hua is outside, you can ask him to drive you."

"Okay!" Zhang Ma, feeling as though she had been pardoned, hurriedly left.

Wanqing glared at A Cheng in frustration before sinking back into the sofa, quietly reading the newspaper.

A Cheng approached her with a serious expression, holding a box. "Miss, the CEO bought you a watch."

Wanqing paused, lowered the newspaper, and looked up. On the box, she saw a four-leaf clover symbol and the name "Vacheron Constantin" printed below it.

Vacheron Constantin—one of the most prestigious luxury watch brands in the world, with prices often ranging from tens to hundreds of thousands.

A Cheng continued, "This watch was custom-made by the CEO at Vacheron Constantin. There's only one in the world with this design. He originally planned to give it to his sister as a birthday gift in two months, but after seeing your simple watch yesterday, he asked me to bring this one to you first thing this morning."

Wanqing hesitated. "I can't accept this."

"You don't need to refuse, Miss. This is the CEO's order," A Cheng replied.

Mu Tianyang had given the order? Wanqing knew she couldn't refuse. She reluctantly took the box and opened it, her eyes immediately drawn to the dazzling diamonds on the watch.

After blinking a few times, she studied it more carefully. It wasn't overly showy. While it had plenty of small diamonds, it had a luxurious yet elegant design, a watch anyone would love.

"It's beautiful. I really like it," she said stiffly.

"I'll leave you to it, Miss," A Cheng said, turning to leave. But just as he reached the door, his phone rang.

It must be the CEO calling to ask about the watch! Clearly, he cared about Miss Ding...

A Cheng pulled out his phone and saw the call was from the Mu family estate. His instincts told him something was wrong—if it were something routine, they wouldn't be calling him.

"Hello?"

"A Cheng, what has the young master been up to lately?" The voice on the other end was Wu Ya, Mu Tianyang's mother.

"He's been working hard, Mrs. Mu," A Cheng answered.

"Don't lie to me! Someone who's working hard wouldn't be out shopping early in the morning. Who's the woman with him?"

A Cheng froze. It seemed that the paparazzi had caught Mu Tianyang and Wanqing shopping together yesterday. It must have made its way to Mrs. Mu through a gossip magazine.

Lately, the Mu family had been concerned about the CEO's marital prospects. They'd arranged for several well-off young women to meet him, but he had completely ignored them. He wouldn't even dine with them, which upset everyone. Since then, whenever the CEO was seen with a celebrity or model, Mrs. Mu would call to interrogate them as soon as the story hit the press.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Mu, I don't know," A Cheng replied helplessly.

"You don't know?!" Wu Ya's voice rose in anger. "Who doesn't know that you and Ah Hua are his lapdogs? The heavens may not know about his personal life, but you two certainly do! So, are you going to tell me or not?!"

"I really don't know," A Cheng said, feeling cornered.

"Fine!" Wu Ya snapped. "If you won't tell me, that's on you. But if I catch you, just wait and see how I deal with you!"

A Cheng heard the line go dead and immediately called Mu Tianyang. "CEO…"