Don’t Mess with the CEO’s Daughter

“Don’t you think meeting a friend in a foreign land feels especially intimate? Besides, we’re so destined, meeting across half the globe!” Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated. Lin Qianzhu increasingly believed in fate, believing that phone number mix-up was meant for today’s encounter.

Her bold approach didn’t sit well with Feng Shaohao, “Perhaps it’s a karmic entanglement.”

“Hah! You’re not a bad person. My intuition has always been accurate.” Eyes are the windows to the soul, and she believed in his clear, black eyes.

Sorry, I’m worried you might be a bad person.” Without a hint of jest, he stared straight ahead, ending the topic.

  She was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, “I find you interesting.”

  ”Interesting?” This adjective had never been associated with him, and he couldn’t help but turn curiously to look at her.

  ”Yes! Your expression is so serious, yet the words sound like a joke.” From the moment she got in the car until now, she had observed every subtle change on his face.

  Don’t think he only has one expression; if you observe carefully, he actually does show emotions on his face, and combined with his deep voice, it becomes even more charming and attractive.

  ”I’m not joking.” Feng Shaohao looked at her bright, delicate face, perhaps overthinking that her boldness and enthusiasm stemmed from innocence, not ulterior motives.

  ”The most impressive people are those who don’t laugh when telling jokes! Like me – every time I tell a joke, I end up laughing so hard I can barely speak, and the other person can’t even understand!” Recalling past events, her smile grew wider.

  Today, Feng Shaohao was truly enlightened. This was the first time he’d met such a cheerful girl who never stopped smiling, and what impressed him most was her ability to chatter endlessly about everything, turning each topic into a long narrative.

  Strangely, he didn’t find her annoying. He just quietly watched and listened, and when he came to his senses, over an hour had passed, and they had arrived at the National Museum.

  ”Wait! I’ll pay half the fare.” Lin Qianzhu pulled out Japanese yen from her purse and handed it to the driver.

  Feng Shaohao didn’t refuse, paid the other half of the fare, shouldered his backpack, picked up his computer as he got out, “Return my notebook.”

  ”Can’t I keep this notebook?”

  ”No.”

  ”Oh.” Realizing there was no room for negotiation, she obediently handed it back.

  ”We’ll go our separate ways.” He secured the notebook and stepped towards the museum.

  Though he said this, it didn’t mean she agreed to part ways. She quietly followed three steps behind him. How interesting, the feeling of pursuing a man was exciting and thrilling. She hoped the saying “a woman pursuing a man is separated by a veil” was true.

  Feng Shaohao knew she was following closely but paid no attention. It wasn’t about being cool or showing off; he was simply accustomed to a solitary life. Even standing on a bustling street, he still felt alone.

  ”Oh.” Lin Qianzhu bought a ticket and followed, but in just a moment, he was already far ahead. With his long legs, he took one step while she had to take two, forcing her to work hard to keep up!

  The museum’s architectural style was a Meiji-era Western-style building, with Japanese-style exhibition halls, boasting over a hundred years of history, making the building itself an important cultural treasure.

  Here, one could clearly understand the historical changes of Japanese aesthetic consciousness and rare archaeological artifacts, with collections of such high quality that they could be praised worldwide.

  Ancient art pieces are sensitive to light, so the museum used fiber optic lighting, creating a slightly dim environment. As Feng Shaohao appreciated the treasures, Lin Qianzhu’s eyes were fixed on him, imagining a romantic date in the soft, dim light…

  Her rich imagination was moving too fast, and Lin Qianzhu laughed at her own enthusiasm. They had barely known each other, and just recently she had told her sister that love at first sight didn’t exist. Ha! How embarrassing.

  Although she was taking the initiative, she would not be casual. She would carefully observe and only give her heart after truly confirming he was worth loving.

  The museum was open only until early evening. Feng Shaohao feared not having enough viewing time, even skipping lunch, carefully touring from the Heisei Hall to the Oriental Hall, and of course not missing the Horyu-ji Treasure Hall with its cultural exchange trajectory.

  Although her eyes were only on him, when entering the mummy exhibition room, Lin Qianzhu was suddenly covered in cold sweat. She had always been terrified of ghosts and corpses.

  Ugh… don’t blame her for not appreciating art. Mummies were just corpses to her, her mind filled with horror movie images of mummies harming people. Unable to bear her fear, she first quietly grabbed his clothing, then held his arm, wishing she could nestle into his broad chest.

  Feng Shaohao pursed his lips. The distance between them had gradually shortened, and she was now holding his arm. Unused to being touched, he initially wanted to pull away but noticed her arm was covered in goosebumps and trembling, so he stopped.

  Phantom Cloud Technology was planning a new game software in the second half of the year. Looking at the colorfully painted human coffin, Feng Shaohao thought mummies would make an excellent game theme. After revisiting Cairo Museum and Egyptian tombs, he was determined to combine five thousand years of ancient Egyptian history with gaming.

  How long had they been in this section? Lin Qianzhu still didn’t dare open her eyes, and whether from extreme fear or not, her head was gradually becoming dizzy.

  Feeling her entire focus was on him, he was emotionally affected and couldn’t concentrate on viewing the artifacts. Just as he was about to maintain distance, he suddenly saw her body start to slide downward.

  Playing games? He coldly watched until she collapsed on the ground before extending a helping hand…

  From the novel “The CEO’s Daughter is Not to be Trifled With”

  Ooeda had been in business since the Edo period, prospering for centuries, with their grilled eel sauce unrivaled in Tokyo. Lin Qianzhu had tasted it years ago and never forgotten. Despite her delicate appearance, her appetite was surprisingly large, having already consumed two eel set meals.

  ”This eel set meal is so delicious!” Her expression was one of complete satisfaction.

  She hadn’t eaten in Vancouver, and being picky about airplane food, she had been hungry all the way to Japan. After meeting Feng Shaohao, she had even forgotten to eat, which led to her fainting.

  She was no ordinary picky eater. After regaining consciousness, she insisted on trying delicious food and dragged Feng Shaohao to the bustling Ginza.

  Looking at her sitting across from him, Feng Shaohao’s eyes showed confusion. He couldn’t ignore her fainting at the museum, but bringing her to Ginza and now dining together was already absurd. Why was he still here?

Would you like some grilled eel? Won’t you have another serving?” She had her mouth stuffed full, with rice grains clinging to the corners of her mouth.

  ”I should go now.” Feng Shaohao shouldered his backpack.

  ”Wait for me!” She swallowed her food and immediately finished the last bite of eel.

  ”Stop following me. You’ve already disrupted my schedule.”

  Remembering her promise, she felt embarrassed, “I’m sorry. Accidents are always hard to predict. Are you going back to the hotel to rest?”

  ”Yes.”

  She followed behind him, passing by a European-style romantic café, her eyes suddenly sparkling, “Wow! It’s Angelina Café!”

  ”Don’t pull me.” The reflection in the floor-to-ceiling glass window looked like a child arguing to buy candy.

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