The driver professionally turned back to make a phone call.
She was startled and quickly waved her hand. “No, I can’t trouble you to take me.”
“Why?”
She quickly thought. “Mr. Wei must be very busy…”
“Consider yourself lucky, I’m ‘just’ free now.” He easily dismissed her objection.
I’m doomed! His mischievous smile told her he was determined to have his way. Think, try to get out of this!
“Mr. Wei is in such a high position, how could he serve me? I should be serving you…”
“So you’ll drive?” He leisurely stared at her. “That works too, go ahead and drive!”
She felt like she was being played in the palm of his hand, but she refused to believe she was truly so “unlucky” that her cover was completely blown!
“I can’t drive your car.” God knows how recklessly she drives; if she damaged that expensive RV, she couldn’t possibly pay for it.
Besides, the most important thing now was to interview the fan club. If not for that, she’d be happy to ride in his car and get closer to him. Alas… why were all the opportunities falling her way lately so terrible?
“So we’ll stick to the original plan, serving a lady is my honor.”
Seeing she couldn’t refuse, she thoughtfully bit her lip, opened the car door, slowly took out her document bag and camera bag, then stood before him, first giving a composed smile, and in the next instant, she turned and ran!
“I’ll catch a taxi!”
Running so fast that even a gazelle would be ashamed.
Wei Zhanyi stood in place, watching her back, revealing a very wicked smile.
Damn it! Her luck couldn’t be worse – she didn’t get the news about the superstar!
Because Taiwanese fans were too passionate and almost out of control, the management company feared fans might harm the star, so they only allowed her to wave from the hotel balcony, and the fan meeting was canceled.
“What? You didn’t even get a photo of a wave?”
She only captured a bunch of crushed flower bouquets and gift baskets. “The company car was so bad, so…”
“No excuses!” Seeing the photos, the editor-in-chief was so angry his hair was trembling. “Our magazine can’t miss this news, go negotiate photos from other journalists!”
If she’d known, she would have just gone for a drive with Wei Zhanyi. Damn! Wasting such a good opportunity.
As if knowing what she was thinking, the editor glared again. “And, Wei Zhanyi will never accept an interview. Forget that idea, and stop hanging around Bruno Restaurant during work hours!”
“Chief!”
“Calling me grandpa won’t help now.” Hmph! Didn’t think about who got him scolded by the boss!
Qing Yan turned her head, and the ABC temptress sneered at her: “Aren’t you so capable? Wanted to interview Wei Zhanyi? First get your current work done!”
How unlucky! She walked back to her seat, fuming, and started calling old classmates to get photos. After sifting through, everyone kept the best angles for themselves, only sending her blurry, out-of-focus shots.
Stuffed with anger, when she was about to leave work, the towing company called again to notify her about her car.
After everything was settled, it was past 10 PM when she reached her home. She rubbed her neck muscles and just opened the outer door when she heard laughter from the living room. Guests?
“Yun Rou, make a couple more dishes to go with drinks. I want to catch up with my most outstanding student today.”
She opened the door, stepped into the entryway, took off her high heels, and saw a pair of Armani men’s shoes next to the shoe cabinet.
Strange, these shoes look somewhat familiar… whatever! She’ll go in and see.
“Our female powerhouse is back,” Old Man Ding said happily. “She’ll be so glad to see you.”
“Is that so?” The low male voice carried a hint of amusement.
Even this voice sounds familiar… wait! She looked closely. Wei. Zhan. Yi?
“What are you doing here?” she shouted.
“Ah! Miss Shen?” He looked “a hundred times more surprised” than her. “How are you here?”
“‘Miss Shen’?” The slightly drunk Old Man Ding raised his reddened face.
“Yes! Isn’t this Shen Shiman, Miss Shen?”
Old Man Ding’s drunken eyes looked confused. “What Miss Shen? She is my youngest…”
“Don’t say it!” She wanted to salvage the situation. “I, I’m just here as a guest.”
Wei Zhanyi deliberately ignored her words. “Youngest ‘what’?”
Yun Rou walked out of the kitchen, looking at her with a light smile, holding a plate of just-cooked basil clams.
“Little sister, you’re back? Have you eaten?”
Qing Yan’s panicked expression met Wei Zhanyi’s steady gaze.
He smiled like a cat toying with a mouse. “So, this is the teacher’s youngest daughter, who works at Tornado Magazine and is very interested in me – Miss Ding Qing Yan, right?
This delayed dinner was as uncomfortable as sitting on needles. Wei Zhanyi’s occasional glances made each grain of white rice feel like a rough sand particle, almost impossible to swallow.
Those eyes were strange, not accusatory or reproachful, but more like… toying with her, like a cat that has cornered a mouse, occasionally sharpening its claws and teeth, wanting to see the mouse’s desperate struggle.
After forty excruciating minutes, Wei Zhanyi stood up.
“I’ve bothered you long enough. I’ll visit again next time.”
“Okay, okay, drive carefully.” Old Ding was already drunk.
Qinyan, who had been silent for forty minutes, finally couldn’t hold back. “He has a driver, what’s there to worry about?”
“Even better, Qinyan. Didn’t you always want to meet Zhanyi? You see him off to the car.”
“Call second sister…” She hastily tried to shift responsibility.
“Miss Ding, why don’t you see me out? I’m quite interested in why you’re interested in me.”
Saying this, he gripped her arm and walked outside.
She had no time to cry for help. Her father was already slumped on the sofa, and Yunrou was washing dishes in the kitchen.
In the moonlight, his appearance was exceptionally handsome and resolute, with a mischievous smile at the corner of his mouth that made her realize she had lost from the very beginning.
“Should I call you ‘Miss Shen’ or ‘Miss Ding’?”
She didn’t want to engage with his teasing. “Why are you here?”
“Visiting a mentor.” He added leisurely: “Oh, and to expose a fraud.”
She puffed out her cheeks angrily. “How did you find me here?”
“I have an investigation team.” He said casually. “This is more than enough.”
What a “humble” tone!
“When did you realize I was fake?” she asked unwillingly.
“The first time we met.”
Her eyes widened. “Impossible!”
“Your eyes were wrong.” Honestly, her shocked expression was quite satisfying.
“What was wrong?”
“No woman sees me without giving a flirtatious look, but you were even more passionate.”
His words seemed to imply she was desperate, making her blush.
“Nonsense!” Damn it! Her usual quick wit seemed useless against him!
He chuckled, unconcerned with her retort. “Why did you go to such lengths?”
She straightened her back. “I want to interview you.”
“Given your dubious background, I suspect your motives are not that simple.” He deliberately provoked her.
He looked down at her, and she tilted her face up, her eyes burning with fearlessness.
Interesting woman, he liked her!
“If I let you do the interview, what would you offer in exchange?” he pondered, stroking his chin.
She deliberately ignored the ambiguity. “When published, we’ll gift a magazine to Mr. Wei.”
“Pity, that’s not what I want.” He tried to sound regretful.
“What do you want?” she asked tremulously, noticing his increasingly dangerous gaze and realizing he had already invaded her personal space.
He swiftly grabbed her waist, his hot breath near her ear.
“I want this little liar.”
She was not a little liar!
Just as Qinyan was about to retort, his thin lips pressed against her soft, tender lips.
Chapter 3: Wei Zhanyi is kissing her!
