Chapter 9: President Xie, Miss Zhao is waiting outside.
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Xie Yanli curled the corners of his mouth slightly, seemingly quite satisfied with her answer. Wei Yang let out a silent breath of relief. Zhao Wenqian shot Xie Yanli a coquettish glare. "I wonder what grave mistake Miss Wei made to make you fire her! You’re just the same as before—completely lacking any sympathy for delicate ladies." Wei Yang lowered her gaze, staring intently at her fingers. Xie Yanli said, "I don’t keep useless people under me!" Zhao Wenqian helplessly massaged her forehead. She then turned to the silent Wei Yang, "Miss Wei, Yanli’s words were a bit harsh; don’t be upset, okay?" Wei Yang paused, belatedly realizing that Xie Yanli had just called her "useless." "Miss Xie, you worry too much!" she replied, though she hardly dared to believe it. Twenty minutes later, the three of them, plus Zhao Yunkai, were seated in the grand hall of a high-end Western restaurant. Blue and white tablecloths, soft lighting, and the faint fragrance of pink roses filled the air. A melodious rendition of “Alice” flowed from the black and white keys of the piano.
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"Big sister, how did you meet Yangyang?" Zhao Yunkai asked joyfully. Just a moment ago, he was worried about how to invite Wei Yang out, and now he was hearing good news—they were going to dine together. Zhao Wenqian looked at her brother, whose smile was carefree and somewhat worthless, her eyes filled only with affection. "Just think of it as fate!" Fate? Her fate with Xie Yanli? Wei Yang lowered her gaze, a bitter smile playing on her lips, though her face revealed no emotion. "I’m going to the restroom!" Wei Yang stood up and apologized. Almost immediately after she left, Xie Yanli excused himself to the restroom as well, following closely behind her. Seeing only the two siblings left at the table, Zhao Yunkai quickly asked his sister about her impression of Wei Yang. Zhao Wenqian teased him with a smile, "You’re so impatient? I’ve never seen you this nervous around anyone before." Zhao Yunkai chuckled, "Sister, people are different. I just like someone like Wei Yang. Besides, we already have you; there’s no need for me to get married off." Zhao Wenqian’s cheeks flushed shyly, completely satisfied with Xie Yanli. Meanwhile, as Wei Yang reached the washbasin, a sudden strong grip pulled her into the adjacent men’s restroom. Before she could react, she was tightly cornered. A man’s low, mocking voice whispered in her ear, "Didn’t we agree to cut ties? Why are you still showing up in front of me?" Wei Yang froze for a moment, curling her fingers tightly at her sides, heart sour and eyes reddening. She lifted her delicate, striking face, lips curled in scorn. "It was Miss Zhao who invited me into the car, and Miss Zhao who invited me to dine with you. Besides, didn’t you agree too?"
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After a brief pause, she added sarcastically, "President Xie, do you think I’m easy to bully, which is why you came to confront me?" Xie Yanli was momentarily stunned, then smiled. His strong, well-defined fingers gripped her jaw firmly. He gazed at her meaningfully, his voice cold and husky. "Wei Yang, how come I never knew you were so sharp-tongued?" Wei Yang winced in pain, furrowing her brows as she glared at him in displeasure. Her eyes were clear yet shrouded in a thin mist of tears, reddening at the corners as if she had suffered a grave injustice. Xie Yanli’s heart skipped a beat; his gaze darkened. His fingertips, roughened slightly like thin calluses, moved to press hard against her lips. Wei Yang gritted her teeth and endured, sensing both his shifting emotions and physical tension. She couldn’t help but smile mockingly, the corners of her red lips tilting up slightly. "President Xie, Miss Zhao is just outside. Surely you wouldn’t..."