Silence exploded inside the car.
This was the first time in seven years Cheng Anya had been this close to Third Young Master Ye. This man's features were stunning—some people looked beautiful from afar, but fell short up close.
Ye Chen wasn't one of them. He was the kind of rare devilish beauty whose features only became more breathtaking the closer you got. Every line, every contour was like a masterfully sculpted piece of art.
Alright, fine!
She had to admit it—she was a sucker for looks. She'd never been immune to beauty.
Such exquisite features wasted on someone with such a cold, brooding personality—it was a pity. If only he were more like her son: always polite, charming, loved by everyone.
When she was alone, her mind tended to wander in all directions. Sitting next to Ye Chen now, she felt the pressure. Her nerves were stretched taut.
After all, this was the man she'd once had an intense one-night stand with.
The same man who had helped create the genius named Cheng Ningyuan.
She still remembered vividly the moment she'd said, "Ten million—for one night with you," and the expression on Ye Chen's face—so terrifying, even the King of Hell might've flinched.
Okay, he had plenty of women, all better-looking and far sweeter than her. She had been such a novice that first time, she probably left a sour taste.
It was normal if he didn't remember.
But still, she had thrown a hundred yuan at him afterward, and flamboyantly said it was payment for services rendered. For someone as proud as Ye Chen, that must've been a monumental insult.
Unforgettable.
He wasn't blind. He'd held her all night. She hadn't had plastic surgery in seven years. Nothing had changed. There was no reason for him to completely forget her.
She wasn't being narcissistic or anything, o(╯□╰)o.
Cheng Anya was genuinely puzzled—why was he acting so calm?
Could it be... a setup?
Her body shivered involuntarily. She suddenly remembered all those melodramatic soap operas—what if he was plotting revenge?
(⊙o⊙)…
Paranoia setting in. Clearly, she had a dark side too.
"President Ye, can I ask you a small question?"
"Speak."
Cheng Anya carefully weighed her tone, her fingers tightening slightly as she clutched at her clothes. After mentally rehearsing several times, she finally asked, "Have you ever… been dumped by a woman?"
Ye Chen suddenly slammed on the brakes.
Cheng Anya's body lurched forward, then snapped back, bouncing off the seatbelt. Her head spun, stars dancing before her eyes.
Damn! Even if he felt attacked, did he have to hit back this hard?
Then she caught a glimpse of a few gleaming English letters—and it struck her like lightning.
Her head whipped toward Ye Chen in shock—
Was this the bar from seven years ago?