A dim emotion seized her. A bitter smile formed on her lips as she whispered, “Of course I know you, but you haven’t recognized me.”
Her voice was too soft for him to hear clearly. He only caught the word “know,” which surprised him. “Do we really know each other?”
Suddenly, she felt exhausted, no longer having the energy to engage with him. Lifting her slightly darkened face, she said, “Of course I know you, President Di. Aren’t you constantly featured in financial and entertainment sections of newspapers, magazines, and websites?”
Di Xihuang was taken aback by her response, then broke into a light laugh.
“President Di, I’m a bit tired. Excuse me,” Ou Xueman politely said.
“Tired? Then let’s go to the garden.”
President Ou seems quite fond of that garden,” he said, pulling her out of the venue amid the shocked gazes of everyone present.
Ou Xueman had to almost run to keep up, thinking, “Doesn’t he understand ‘no’? He’s so domineering.”
Just as she was about to protest, she felt the scenery blur as he pulled her into his embrace. He lifted her chin, and an ambiguous atmosphere spread around them.
“President Ou, are you in such a hurry to leave because you have a rendezvous?” His handsome face showed no tenderness, his lips curling in subtle mockery as he approached her.
Her anger surged; he was accusing her of having a secret lover. However, she wore a seductive smile, as if inviting him to join her. “No, but…” she deliberately paused.
Di Xihuang showed no interest in her unfinished sentence. Her smile indicated his success; she was just like other women. Yet a sense of disappointment arose in his heart—why feel disappointed when this was what he wanted?
Lost in thought, a sudden pain shot through his back as she threw him over her shoulder and slammed him to the ground.
Surprise washed over him like waves, with traces of excitement mixed in.
She coldly glanced at him, “I have no interest in married men or playboys like President Di.” With that, she elegantly lifted her skirt and walked into the darkness.
Di Xihuang stood up, brushed grass from his clothes, and looked in the direction she had vanished. A subtle, intriguing smile played on his lips—one he was unaware of.
