The taxi driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror.
She was beautiful, but she was dressed simply in a white shirt, jeans, and a pair of flat shoes, and the backpack she was carrying was clearly not a designer brand.
Young Master Yu’s place in Beiyujing Villa was where only the most powerful and influential people in City C could reside.
What else could a young, attractive college student be doing in a place like that?
Secretly shaking his head and dismissing the disdain in his eyes, the driver finally pressed the accelerator to the floor.
By the time Mu Anran breathlessly reached the villa’s door, she glanced at her watch: It was just past five.
After calming her breath, she pressed the doorbell.
However, a moment later, a deep mellow voice came from the intercom at the door, “I remember you have a key.”
“Huh?
Oh!
Yes, yes, yes!” Mu Anran’s face flushed red as she hurriedly fumbled in her backpack for the keys and unlocked the villa’s main door.
This was a two-story duplex with a simple yet elegant Northern European decor style, devoid of excessive decorations yet appearing very textured and tasteful.
She had stayed in such villas before, but this time she felt inexplicably nervous.
Carefully placing her shoes at the entrance in a tidy fashion, Mu Anran, wearing slippers, walked towards the living room.
Yu Lingqian was sitting on a large leather sofa with his back to her, a black suit accentuating his icy demeanor to perfection.
At that moment, he was looking down at some documents.
Mu Anran spoke softly, “Young Master Yu?”
Yu Lingqian looked up at Mu Anran.
She was wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans, which looked uniquely stylish on her.
Her pretty face was slightly flushed, with fine sweat on her forehead, and her chest rose and fell slightly as she breathed.
Yu Lingqian’s gaze darkened as he suddenly felt his throat dry.
Mu Anran found his predatory gaze very uncomfortable.
She tugged at her clothes unnaturally, “Is there something on my face?”
Yu Lingqian coldly withdrew his gaze and glanced at his watch, “You’re late.”
Mu Anran didn’t want to tell him about her tutoring job because she didn’t want to hear something like “Isn’t 300,000 a month enough for you?”
“I’m sorry,” she said softly and submissively, “It won’t happen again.”
Yu Lingqian stood up and walked straight over to Mu Anran.
His presence was so imposing that she instinctively took a small step back.
He frowned unhappily, looking down at her, “Are you afraid of me?”
Mu Anran quickly shook her head, “You are my Sugar Daddy.
How could I be afraid when I should be liking you?”
The words “Sugar Daddy” obviously displeased Yu Lingqian, and he frowned before changing the topic, “Go take a shower.”
“Hmm?” Mu Anran was still a bit confounded.
Yu Lingqian narrowed his eyes, “Don’t understand?
Or do you want me to help you?”
“No, no need, I can do it myself!” Mu Anran’s face instantly turned bright red, and she quickly shook her head and dashed toward the bathroom.
Knowing that the great Buddha outside had little patience for waiting, Mu Anran quickly cleaned herself up.
But just as she turned off the shower, she realized a serious problem.
Sitting on the sofa reading his documents, Yu Lingqian heard the patter of footsteps followed by Mu Anran’s careful voice, “Young Master Yu, I, I didn’t bring any clothes.”