Is Li Beicheng?
17: Chapter 17 Her Husband…
Is Li Beicheng?
Yan Er, with aspirations that had not died, touched his chin and pondered for a good while, feeling that the name Xiaye seemed familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.
A moment later, he slapped his thigh as realization struck, and ran to the doorway with the speed of a hundred-meter sprint, yet the hallway no longer bore the shadow of that vexing woman.
Since she is Yan Xiaye, wouldn’t that mean her husband…
is Li Beicheng?
In Conference Room One, probably because Yan Xiaye had arrived late, there were employees holding a meeting inside.
To avoid being mistaken for a thief eavesdropping on secrets, she had no choice but to retreat to the lobby, where she sat on a sofa waiting for Li Yuntang.
With only seven minutes left of the agreed one hour, the revolving door of the lobby was held open by two bodyguards to ensure the safe entry of their Second Master.
Yan Xiaye quickly stood up, yet unsure of which expression to use to face her younger uncle when she unexpectedly caught sight of another figure following close behind Li Yuntang.
Li Beicheng, having just ended a tender and sweet time with Yan Shuirou, went out to greet his elders as if nothing had happened, truly busy indeed.
The scorn in her eyes growing thicker, Yan Xiaye lowered her head and sat back down on the sofa, determined to avoid Li Beicheng as if she had seen nothing at all.
Unfortunately, her richly expressive actions had long been caught in the man’s meaningful gaze.
Only when a pair of black leather shoes stopped in front of her did she helplessly look up, forcing a dry smile at the handsome man before her, “Good afternoon, President Li.”
In the crowded lobby, to avoid shocking the world yet again, she deliberately chose a discreet form of address.
The handsome man raised his eyebrows, his voice deep and barely concealing tenderness, like thunder in the silence of the lobby, “Good afternoon, Xiaye.”
Damn it!
The next second, feeling the piercing stares all around, Yan Xiaye keenly caught the fleeting smirk in the man’s eyes and was left wordlessly choked.
She knew her younger uncle must understand her intention to maintain distance, yet she couldn’t guess why he deliberately teased her.
A few meters behind Li Yuntang, Li Beicheng arrived a step later, frowning at Yan Xiaye’s sudden appearance in the company, “What are you doing here?
We can talk about it when we get back.”
His impatient attitude to send her away was as if she was some contagious virus, especially unsightly to the public eye.
Heartache upon heartache, until you no longer feel it.
Yan Xiaye, not wishing to talk more with him, stood up and turned to leave.
Before she could take a step, a weight suddenly landed on her shoulder, neither light nor heavy.
Her heart pounded as she glanced sideways; the hand resting on her shoulder was well-structured, with long, slender fingertips.
Just like the one that had caressed her cheek last night as he took care of her drunken mess…
Images from last night’s dreamlike scenes invaded her mind, and Yan Xiaye’s cheeks flushed unexpectedly.
Then she heard Li Yuntang’s irresistible voice, “Beicheng, Xiaye is my honored guest, and I won’t allow you to speak to her that way.”
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Li Beicheng’s face turned green, yet he dared not refute Li Yuntang’s words.
In terms of both identity and status, Li Yuntang was far superior to him, not to mention Li Yuntang’s commanding presence was so strong that anyone with even a slightly weaker constitution would certainly not have the courage to defy him.
“Let’s go, Xiaye.
To my office; I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.”
Li Yuntang publicly stepped on Li Beicheng’s face, giving her immense face.
If she were to act petulantly again, it wouldn’t just be leaving in a huff, it would be failing to recognize what’s fitting.
Yan Xiaye still kept his head down, this time to hide the flush on his cheeks, trying to sound natural, “It’s okay, I didn’t wait that long.”
After this group of people disappeared into the high-level executive elevator, the lobby immediately erupted into chaos.
“Hey, did you see that?
This is practically the real-life version of a domineering CEO falling in love with me!”
“Isn’t it?
President Li is so handsome, isn’t he?
I’ve never seen him be so gentle to any woman before.”
“Could it be that girl is the future Mrs.
President?
But how come I heard President Li’s fiancée is some kind of mixed-blood socialite?
And she’s from a really powerful background too.”
…
Inside the President’s office, savvy outsiders halted at the door, leaving only three people inside, including Li Beicheng.
They sat around an antique tea table, with Li Yuntang personally handling the tea and cleaning the cups, his movements a perfect pleasure to watch.
Li Beicheng tried several times to speak, but lacking composure, he was the first to speak up, discontent in his tone, “Younger Uncle, it’s not a problem you invited Yan Xiaye to the company, but shouldn’t you have informed me in advance?”
“Oh?” Li Yuntang set down the teapot, his gaze teasing as he looked at him, “If I remember correctly, when you arranged for Xiaye to accompany the drinking party, you didn’t seem to inform me or the Old Madam in advance either.”
Li Beicheng, at a loss for words, glared angrily at Yan Xiaye, who remained indifferent to the situation.
Although he was lucky that the Younger Uncle showed up in time that night, he always believed that it wasn’t merely a coincidence.
Given Yan Xiaye’s status with the older members of the Li Family, it wouldn’t be surprising if she had quietly called the Younger Uncle for help.
In the end, she agreed to him to his face, but in reality, she was relying on the elders’ affection, attempting to usurp Shuirou’s place – that was her true goal.
Seeing Li Beicheng’s dark expression, Li Yuntang stopped speaking in riddles and declared his decision, “Accompanying a drink is not suitable for Xiaye’s standing.
If you don’t have appropriate work for her …”
“Let her be my assistant, no problem with that, right?”
Barely sensing he couldn’t let the Younger Uncle finish his sentence, Li Beicheng mustered his courage and interrupted, “The secretary at my side has been with me for a long time, and we can’t just replace someone so casually on grandma’s word.”
Li Yuntang smiled subtly, continued to finish his thought, “I happen to know a friend who is looking for an apprentice in jewelry design recently.
After hearing Xiaye’s résumé, he became very interested.
It’s all up to you now, Xiaye.”
Upon hearing the words jewelry design, Yan Xiaye’s eyes couldn’t suppress the surprise and lit brightly.
Leaving university five years ago to prepare for pregnancy had always been a regret in her life.
Moreover, anyone who qualified as Li Yuntang’s friend would definitely be a master in that field.
Such an opportunity, described as priceless, wouldn’t be an exaggeration.
On the side, Li Beicheng’s frown grew tighter, and he could almost predict the scene of Yan Xiaye, bolstered by the Younger Uncle’s support, joyfully fleeing from his control.
He couldn’t help threatening in a suppressed voice, “Yan Xiaye, the Younger Uncle’s face shouldn’t be used for your sake.
There should be a limit to how much you bother others!”
“It’s okay, he and I are really good friends.
As long as Xiaye is happy, a little thing like that doesn’t matter.”
However …
As if awakened by Li Beicheng’s low shout, the light in Yan Xiaye’s eyes suddenly faded, and she paused for a long time, seemingly finding it difficult to speak.
Li Yuntang did not rush her, watching her expressions with interest, guessing what choice she would ultimately make.
Time passed by, second by second, the boiling water hissing in the teapot.