Сhаpter 25: Cоquеttish Attaсk, She Cаn’t Ноld Оn Аnуmorе
Тhе man’s сleаr, mellow vоiсe wаs like а gеntlе breеzе, softlу аnd lingеringlу сurling intо hеr eаrdrums.
Qiaо Zhiуang’s heart skipрed а beаt.
Тhеn immеdiatelу began роunding viоlеntly.
Shе touсhed her burning сhееks, hеr gаze flustеred as it drifted tоwаrd thе windоw, thе soft white tips оf hеr еars оncе again tingеd with аn аlluring рale рink.
Нow annоying.
Mr. Сеn wаs tеasing hеr аgain.
Hmph, she was going to tаke bасk whаt shе just sаid!
Thе Little Lamb had just рerkеd up.
Вut soоn succumbed to the intense beating of her heart.
For some reason.
She suddenly didn’t want to take back those words…
“Little Zhiyang, you haven’t given me an answer yet.”
Cen Zhou’s lips curved into a smile, his deep eyes gazing at her, “May this Little Ding Dang have the honor of inviting this designer lady with infinite possibilities to design a suit for me to wear to a banquet?”
“Designer lady can make any request, as your first male model—”
His magnetic voice seemed deliberately slowed, carrying a disconcerting hint of temptation as it once again slid past her eardrums, stirring a feverish, tingling sensation in her chest.
“You can make me do anything.”
The man with his noble and refined appearance now resembled a seductive demon.
His eyes curved with a roguish charm, his body leaning slightly toward her ear.
His slightly scorching breath brushed against her face, his deliberately slowed voice quietly tinged with a provocative, moist allure.
“I can also ‘compensate’ you.”
Qiao Zhiyang: “!!!”
Her heart, which had yet to calm down, began racing violently once more.
The invisible little lamb horns on her head suddenly flushed a vivid pink.
Oh my goodness…
Had she misheard?
Or had she become corrupted?
Otherwise, why would she have mistaken the word “compensate” for…
“!!!”
Ahhh, help!
Such a perfectly good word, and she had twisted it into something else entirely!
Qiao Zhiyang lightly patted her forehead in frustration, her ears burning.
The Little Red Person in her heart was frantically grabbing a wooden fish, pounding it like a drum in a frenzy.
Just as she was feeling flustered, a low, magnetic, and alluring voice sounded again beside her blushing ear, “Is that okay?”
Qiao Zhiyang looked up at the sound.
And met the man’s deep, narrow phoenix eyes.
The light from outside the window filtered faintly through the glass, casting a seductive soft glow over his dark pupils.
With a smile on his lips, his clear, magnetic voice seemed to soften and grow husky, like a Little Milk Dog nuzzling against her ear, “Can you help me? Designer lady is the best~”
Qiao Zhiyang: !!!
QQ!
Ugh, this kind of coquettish attack that’s just like a Little Milk Dog.
Who could resist it!
Anyway, her defenses were about to crumble.
“…Okay.”
Qiao Zhiyang’s red lips parted slightly, her head feeling a bit dizzy from the allure, “I can give it a try, but!”
At this point, she immediately straightened her flushed little face, her expression turning serious, “But if at any point you’re dissatisfied with my design, you must speak up. You absolutely cannot hold back just to accommodate me.”
It was a principle regarding the design she was passionate about.
Even the slightest carelessness would be disrespectful to the craft.
Cen Zhou looked at the girl who, even as she was about to curl up in shyness, still insisted on taking her profession seriously, and couldn’t help but smile, “Okay, I promise you.”The Little Lamb is truly…too adorable.
Adorable enough to tempt one into wanting to kiss her.
The car arrived at the entrance of the Imperial Garden Hotel.
“Thank you, Third Brother, for driving me back.”
Qiao Zhiyang got out of the car, her eyes curved into crescents. “I’ll send you the design draft as soon as I finish it.”
Cen Zhou chuckled softly. “Alright.”
“Oh, and thank you for helping me chase away those bad guys at the bar tonight.”
The blush on the girl’s delicate, dewy face hadn’t yet faded, making her look like a bright little rose blooming in the night.
Her smiling eyes sparkled. “Third Brother, you’re really like Little Ding Dang. Last time when I was in trouble at the airport, you also appeared so coincidentally and just in time.”
Hearing this, Cen Zhou raised an eyebrow slightly.
A vortex stirred deep within his ocean-like eyes.
“Well, I’ll head back now.”
Qiao Zhiyang waved at him. “You should go back early too, Third Brother. Goodnight~”
The girl, feeling relaxed, walked with a light, cheerful step.
He watched her slender, graceful figure with a deep gaze, his long fingers lightly adjusting the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, looking every bit like a restrained, gentlemanly scoundrel.
Coincidence?
It was clearly his deliberate, step-by-step planning.
This little rose—he had long wanted to keep her all to himself.
“Um, President Cen…”
Xu Kang, sitting in the driver’s seat, couldn’t hold back any longer now that the girl had walked away.
He turned to look at the man sitting leisurely, his mouth finally letting loose after holding back the whole way. “Why did you only ask the young mistress to design clothes for you? What about the banquet! You should have invited her to be your date! Then you could dance together! What a rare opportunity to build feelings! You’re usually so cunning, how come you turned dumb this time?”
The golden retriever’s words came out too fast.
So fast that even he himself didn’t realize what outrageous things he had mixed in between.
Cen Zhou glanced at him coldly.
“If I had invited her to be my date from the start, it might have been too abrupt.”
He crossed his long legs elegantly and lazily, a faint smile curling his lips. “With my wife’s lamb-like temperament, it would inevitably arouse her suspicions or doubts. So we can’t rush; we have to take it step by step.”
Xu Kang, with his straight-man thinking, scratched his head in confusion.
Making it so complicated?
Ah, it’s so itchy.
Feels like my brain is about to grow out.
He couldn’t help but ask again, “But since you want to invite the young mistress to be your date, what does that have to do with having her design your outfit for the event?”
The smile in Cen Zhou’s eyes deepened.
He didn’t answer directly, only lazily countered, “After the design draft is finalized, what’s the next step?”
Huh?
Xu Kang instinctively replied, “Of course, taking measurements…”
His voice abruptly cut off.
“???”
Holy crap!
Xu Kang suddenly realized something, his eyes widening instantly.
The latter smiled without speaking.
Taking measurements naturally requires close, personal proximity.
The dancing segment at the banquet also offers such an intimate, close opportunity.
But by adding this step, it can both ease her concerns and provide another chance to be close to her.
Why not do it?
Xu Kang: “…”
He stared dumbfounded at the man before him.
Dressed in black and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he looked every bit the image of a refined, gentlemanly noble.
But in reality, he was a White Cut Black!He suddenly remembered how, just before getting in the car, he had nodded approvingly at someone, feeling relieved that humanity hadn’t completely lost its goodness—only to now feel his face burning with shame.
Damn it!
That cunning, hypocritical old man!
The young mistress had truly been thrown to the wolves this time!