Lu Yan put down his phone and casually rubbed the space between his eyebrows.
After years of gaming in the business world, he had long seen through people's hearts and knew how to manipulate others by detecting their subtle emotions.
This was the first time he had used his calculating tactics on Miaomiao.
He knew that everything had to start all over again.
However, he had enough patience and time to slowly lure his little white rabbit into the trap.
He was willing to do so and was extremely looking forward to seeing the final rewards.
He believed that he wouldn't be disappointed.
...
Assistant Song considerately sent over the itinerary. Ning Anmiao glanced at it and found that they would probably stay in Europe for about a week this time.
Before departing for Europe, she rushed to finish the suit custom - made by Zheng Xing earlier and decided to deliver it to him on the afternoon before the departure.
Seeing Ning Anmiao come again, Zheng Xing beamed with joy. He couldn't wait to take out the ordered suit and compare it against his body.
"Not bad. The size fits quite well," Zheng Xing didn't stint his praise. After his excitement about the clothes faded, he began to look at Ning Anmiao again.
Ning Anmiao was wearing a light - blue shirt and a dark - blue pencil skirt today. She looked curvy and her elegance was palpable.
Zheng Xing swallowed hard and couldn't help but covet her again.
"Hey, have you thought carefully about what I said last time?" Zheng Xing said playfully as he sidled up to her and nudged her with his elbow. "Stop working for others. Come with me."
"Although I'm no match for Lu Yan, I definitely have enough money for you to spend," Zheng Xing winked. "Isn't this better than you going around making clothes for others in public?"
Ning Anmiao's heart skipped a beat. She suppressed her disgust and calmly stood up. "If Young Master Zheng is satisfied with the clothes, I'll leave first."
"If you need anything else in the future, you can cooperate with our studio again."
Despite her disgust, Ning Anmiao still managed a smile. "It's getting late. I'll take my leave now."
After saying that, she was about to leave this place in a hurry. Without waiting for Zheng Xing's response, she rushed out of the Zheng family's mansion.
Who would have thought that as soon as she stepped out of the gate, Zheng Xing chased after her. He grabbed her wrist and wouldn't let her go.
"Miss Ning, are you deliberately ignoring my words?" Zheng Xing licked his lips lewdly, his eyes fixed on her. "Are you being too bold?"
Ning Anmiao looked down at his restless hand and felt a chill run down her spine. She quickly shook it off. "Young Master Zheng, I only accept jobs related to clothing design."
Her refusal was obvious enough.
Zheng Xing was still not giving up. He blocked her way and said brazenly, "Ning Anmiao, don't be ungrateful."
"Since you could be with Lu Yan before, why can't you be with me?" He sneered contemptuously. "Anyway, it's all about making money. How does it matter how you earn it?"
He deliberately gave her figure a lecherous look. "Although compared to those supermodels I know, you're a bit lacking, and you've already been used."
"But you'll do."
Hearing this, Ning Anmiao frowned instantly. The disgust in her heart made her want to vomit.
These words were disgusting and insulting. Her voice turned cold. "Young Master Zheng, please show some respect when you speak."
In Zheng Xing's eyes, Ning Anmiao's severity was just feigning arrogance.
"Do I have to use force since the soft approach doesn't work, huh?" Zheng Xing was convinced that since Ning Anmiao was divorced from Lu Yan now, she was a soft - target without any backing and could be bullied at will.
His face darkened and his tone was threatening. "If you dare to reject me, do you believe that no one in Shanghai will ever place an order with your family again!"
In response to his threat, Ning Anmiao just stared at him coldly, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Despicable!
Seeing that she didn't say a word, Zheng Xing thought his threat had worked. He came over playfully again, trying to touch her hand—
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Suddenly, someone pressed down on his shoulder, followed by a "click" sound, the sound of a bone dislocating.
Zheng Xing couldn't help but scream in pain. He turned his head angrily, ready to curse. "Damn it! Which bastard dares to mess with me..."
The moment he met those cold and indifferent pupils, the rest of his words got stuck in his throat. He lowered his head tremblingly.
"Repeat what you just said," Lu Yan said.
Lu Yan's features were deep and three - dimensional. Now with a gloomy expression, he looked rather sinister. It was hard to read his expression, but his intimidating aura was very clear.
Zheng Xing's arm was in excruciating pain. He didn't dare to say a word now. He hung his head so low that it was almost touching the ground.
"Zheng Xing," Lu Yan said, his tone icy. "If you still want to continue being the good - for - nothing heir of the Zheng family in peace, you'd better not cause trouble."
"Otherwise, I can't guarantee that you won't get beaten even worse than last time."
Zheng Xing's eyes were evasive. He always felt that he had seen such a Lu Yan somewhere before.
"I'm sorry, Young Master Lu. I won't dare to do it again."
At this moment, he didn't dare to be distracted at all. He quickly admitted his mistake and scurried home to find someone to set his dislocated bone.
Although Lu Yan didn't go all out, the injury would still take Zheng Xing several days to recover from.
After driving Zheng Xing away, Lu Yan looked down at Ning Anmiao and was silent for a while.
"Are you hurt?"
Ning Anmiao shook her head. "No."
She really wasn't hurt physically, but the words Zheng Xing had said still made her feel sick.
After making sure that she was okay, Lu Yan lowered his head, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette, and lit it skillfully.
Looking at the smoke the man exhaled, Ning Anmiao could hardly see his face blurred by the white mist.
But she could feel that Lu Yan was in a bad mood now.
"Don't take it to heart. Not everyone has good manners," his voice was extremely clear. "Men and women are equal. After the divorce, you belong to yourself."
He was comforting her, telling her not to mind Zheng Xing's offense too much.
Ning Anmiao still felt sick in her heart, but she didn't show it. She just nodded. "I know. I didn't take his words to heart."
Lu Yan was silent for a moment.
Ning Anmiao saw that his action of smoking paused. Then he tapped the ash and casually extinguished the cigarette in the trash can beside him.
He said quietly, "I don't want anything to happen to you, and I don't want anyone to hurt you."
Ning Anmiao's heart suddenly started beating faster, and her earlobes involuntarily began to burn.
What did he mean by that?
Noticing the change in her expression, Lu Yan continued, "You're leaving for Europe tomorrow. I don't want my work to be affected because of your personal issues."
Ning Anmiao stiffened.
She gave a self - deprecating smile and tried to keep her voice calm. "I know. I'll protect myself. Please rest assured, Mr. Lu."