HCB Chapter 264 He wouldn't let me touch him, but he insisted on touching him.
Chapter 264 He wouldn't let me touch him, but he insisted on touching him.
Chapter 264 He wouldn't let me touch him, but he insisted on touching me anyway.
Zhang Qier paused in stirring her coffee, her gaze shifting to the girl opposite her.
She has long, flowing hair that is smooth and silky, a small, oval face, and gentle, autumn-water-like eyes beneath her arched eyebrows. Her cherry-like lips give her a gentle and tranquil appearance.
She's such a delicate and beautiful girl; the sight of her makes you want to protect her.
Thinking of the requirements in the marriage advertisement, Zhang Qi'er was a little worried that Acheng would fall for her. Her hand holding the coffee spoon tightened involuntarily, almost bending the spoon.
She replied irritably, "Of course I'm here for a blind date. Did you think I just came to mooch a coffee?"
The girl thought Zhang Qier was being unreasonable: "I advise you to go back. Don't embarrass yourself here. They're looking for a gentle and virtuous woman. Don't you know your own temper? How dare you even apply?"
"You think you have such a good temper? If you were truly cultured and a gentle, kind person, you wouldn't have said those things just now. I think your gentleness is all an act." Zhang Qi'er was no longer worried, and the corners of her mouth even curved slightly, in a pleasant mood.
The girl was furious, but she didn't show it on such an important occasion.
Smiling, she whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "At least I still have hope if I pretend, but what about you? That handsome guy A-Cheng probably won't even look at you again after just one glance."
Zhang Qier's hand gripped the spoon so tightly it cracked. If she used even a fraction more force, the poor spoon would be bent in two.
After a long pause, she composed herself and changed the subject: "Although I'm not gentle, I genuinely like Acheng. What about you? Do you also genuinely want to marry Acheng?"
Upon hearing this, the girl thought that Zhang Qier might have some mental issues.
Who among the people applying here has had any prior interaction with Acheng?
People only came to him for blind dates because he was the bodyguard of Asia's richest man, had a high salary, and was good at martial arts.
As for liking someone, well, maybe a little, but honestly, it's impossible.
"Of course I really like him. Ever since I saw Acheng's photo in the dating ad, I've been dreaming about him non-stop these past few days."
"Shameless!" Zhang Qier slammed her hand on the table and stood up, bending the spoon in the process.
Everyone turned their attention to this side, even A-Cheng, who was chatting with an applicant, turned his gaze over.
Upon seeing that it was Zhang Qier, he couldn't help but rub his forehead, knowing that she would cause some trouble.
"Acheng, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
When the girl on the blind date with Acheng saw him rubbing his forehead, she assumed he was unwell and looked at him with concern.
"No, no," Acheng quickly shook his head. "Let's continue, let's continue."
After her outburst, Zhang Qier suddenly remembered that she was there for a blind date, and this was inappropriate. She quickly sat down, straightened the spoon, and continued stirring her coffee, without throwing another tantrum.
The girl who was sitting at the same table with her had already run away in fright. Zhang Qi'er sat alone until only she and A-Cheng were left in the coffee shop.
Acheng walked over to her with a cup of coffee and sat down opposite her.
Zhang Qier raised her eyes, and the two smiled at each other.
Mu Xuan thought that with Old Master Mu around, Yan Ye would treat her better, but he didn't.
Yan Ye remained indifferent to her, even more so than before.
Was it because she wanted to drug him?
"Night, I promise I'll never do that again. I promise, never again. Can you please stop being so cold to me?"
Mu Xuan choked back tears, her eyes filled with pleading.
Yan Ye shifted his gaze from the computer screen to her: "I have never had any romantic feelings for you. Don't waste your time on me anymore. Focus on your business studies and don't let your grandfather down."
"You're lying to me. If you didn't have any romantic feelings for me, why did you look at me like that in the living room that day? You did, you had feelings for me."
Mu Xuan refused to believe it; she trusted her own feelings and was convinced that Yan Ye had feelings for her.
Yue Yirou carried a glass of milk toward Yan Ye's study.
The study door was ajar. Yue Yirou was about to push it open and go in when she heard Mu Xuan's excited voice coming from inside. She stopped and stood quietly outside the door.
She didn't intend to eavesdrop; she just didn't want to clash with Mu Xuan and planned to wait until Mu Xuan calmed down before going in.
“I don’t believe you have no feelings for me at all. I don’t believe it. You’re lying to me, and you’re lying to yourself. You clearly want me, otherwise you wouldn’t have agreed to let Grandpa let me be your secretary and learn business from you, and you certainly wouldn’t have let me stay at Starry Night Pavilion.”
With tears in her eyes, Mu Xuan shouted excitedly at Yan Ye.
Yan Ye looked at her coldly: "I really have no romantic feelings for you. I agreed to let Grandpa Mu make you his secretary and let you stay at Xingye Pavilion, entirely for Grandpa Mu's sake, and it has nothing to do with romantic feelings."
"I don't believe it, I don't believe it. If you really only care about my grandfather and have no interest in me, why didn't you push me away when I approached you before? Also, that day in the living room, you clearly wanted to kiss me."
"I didn't mean to kiss you," Yan Ye immediately denied.
"You have it, you clearly have it." Mu Xuan was very agitated.
"I didn't." Yan Ye felt extremely annoyed. Was this woman unable to understand human speech or had something wrong with her brain?
“You do have it, but you deny it because you’re afraid I’ll tell Yi Rou.”
Yan Ye rolled his eyes: "You're really overthinking it. Let me tell you the truth: I did this to make Yi Rou jealous and make her abort her baby for me."
With a "bang," the cup Yue Yirou was holding fell to the ground and shattered, spilling milk all over the floor.
Yan Ye's expression changed instantly upon hearing the sound.
Ignoring Mu Xuan, he jumped up from his seat and rushed towards the door.
He opened the slightly ajar door and saw his woman standing there blankly, her face pale and indifferent.
She heard it.
Damn it! Yan Ye cursed himself inwardly.
"Yi Rou, listen to me..."
He reached out to hug her, but Yue Yirou dodged away.
"Don't touch me, don't touch my child."
She roared at him, her expression cold and angry.
So that's what he was planning. No wonder he wasn't afraid of her misunderstanding, and no wonder he didn't care about her feelings.
He never intended to spare the child in her womb; he was lying to her.
Yan Ye, you truly chill my heart.
Mu Xuan stood in the study, looking at the scene outside the door, a happy smile gradually appearing on her tear-streaked face.
The more they make a scene, the more opportunities she has.
Yue Yirou's actions and words not only caused Yan Ye heartache and panic, but also thoroughly enraged him.
He rushed to her with lightning speed, grabbed her wrist, and said excitedly, "Don't want to touch you? I'm going to touch you anyway, I'm going to touch you."