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n“President, Young Master Leng gifted Madam a truck full of roses.” Secretary Liu informed the President over the phone again in a voice laced with fear. Although the President was not standing right next to him at this minute, he felt his legs trembling by just informing the man about this incident.

n“Did she accept them?” The temperature of the room dropped. Ye Lanchen’s tone was so cold that his breath almost turned into ice as soon as they left his mouth.

n“I couldn’t see.” Secretary Liu was surprised but he replied truthfully nonetheless.

nYe Lanchen’s face relaxed visibly.

n“But Young Master Leng delivered the flowers to Chu Residence, and Madam was right there at the moment.” The man decided to reveal this information on second thought.

nThe intention behind his words was clear as day. Young Master Leng had delivered the flowers to Chu Residence and Madam President was present at the same time. Therefore, technically, she had actually received the presents.

nAn intimidating expression flashed across Ye Lanchen’s face within seconds. He hung up on Secretary Liu and immediately made another phone call. “Get the plane ready for Jin City right away.”

nHe could not be bothered to wait for the flight anymore thus he arranged for the private plane. Someone else was eyeing his wife hence he must hurry back as soon as possible.

nLeng Rong went forward with a marriage proposal? Well, when he returned…

nThen, Ye Lanchen searched for Chu Wuyou’s number from his contact list and made the call.

nNo one answered. He tried three more times but still to no avail.

nHis eyes were instantly filled with a murderous intent.

nSimultaneously, Chu Wuyou’s cell phone was inside her purse, which was placed on the couch. The woman herself was currently washing jujubes over in the kitchen.

nShe did not have to do this kind of chore in the first place but she was really reluctant to linger in the living room. Elder Leng resembled an old sly fox that always managed to mess up her plan at the most crucial moment.

nChu Ninger was coincidentally sitting on the couch right now. She heard the incoming ringtone the first time and retrieved the cell phone secretly when no one was looking. She was shocked upon discovering the woman’s “Boss” calling but soon turned the cell phone into silent mode.

nChu Wuyou changed Ye Lanchen’s number in her contacts to Boss when she started working in the Ye Company.

nFailing to reach Chu Wuyou on her phone, Ye Lanchen got a hold of Leng Rong’s phone number and dialled the man instead. “Leng Rong, I suggest that you stop hitting on her.”

n“Eh? What’s the matter? Is the Third Young Master Ye threatening me? But too bad, I don’t care.” Leng Rong was genuinely shocked when he received the call from Ye Lanchen. Although he knew that the latter was also interested in Chu Wuyou, he never expected the man to call him straightaway with an open warning.

nIn fact, he had witnessed Chu Ninger’s petty little trick earlier. It immediately dawned upon him that Ye Lanchen must have called him after failing to reach Chu Wuyou.

nThe corners of his lips curled into a wicked smile as he turned to regard the woman who was currently in the kitchen. “Third Young Master Ye, you must be looking for Chu Wuyou, huh? Unfortunately, she’s taking a shower at the moment.” (TN: The Chinese word for jujube and shower is pronounced the same way hence washing jujube could also be misinterpreted as taking a shower)”

nYoung Master Leng ,who left the living hall when he accepted the phone call, was now approaching the door by the kitchen. The man knocked on the kitchen door deliberately before posing the question. “Wuyou, are you done taking a shower yet?” (TN: The man meant washing jujube in this context.)

nLeng Rong’s ambiguous words sounded extremely flirtatious.

nYe Lanchen’s eyes narrowed immediately although he did not believe the other man. In the next second, however, Chu Wuyou’s voice blasted through the phone. “Not yet. Why are you so impatient? Just hang on a little longer.”

nChu Wuyou thought her reply was unusually normal, not knowing that someone else had allowed his imagination to run wildly at the sound of this!!!

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