When Young Master Ming took a break from his hectic schedule, he saw some news articles pertaining to Su Yue, and his mood went downhill .
He couldn’t put his mind at ease .
Depressed, he took two clouds of smoke from the cigarette between his fingers . He held it, staring at the ceiling as he leaned against his comfortable chair .
His secretary knocked on the door and entered . “President, the planning department just sent in their report,” he said, placing a file before him .
“Mm . ” Ming Ansheng snapped out of his daze and acknowledged . Then he looked down at the cigarette between his fingers, which had already burnt till the bud .
He hurriedly disposed of it, standing up with his empty mug to get himself some water from outside .
His secretary immediately offered, “President, let me get that for you . ”
“No need,” Ming Ansheng replied, already stepping out of his office .
He made himself some coffee and stood by the window in the tearoom . He stared out of the window . The window was open and the heat dissipated into the room .
Not long after, he began to feel warm .
It was such a scorching day; he wondered if that lass could handle the military training .
The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became .
Finally, he decided . He finished his coffee in one gulp and left the room in large strides .
It was one hour past the knock-off timing, but a few people were still working overtime .
Ming Ansheng returned to his office to get his phone, then headed for the exit .
“I’ll make a move first,” he said to his secretary, his pace never faltering .
When the elevator reached the first floor and the doors opened, a tall woman entered his vision . He frowned and annoyance flashed through his eyes, which he didn’t bother concealing .
“Ansheng . ” Tang Feiling’s eyes brightened when she saw him .
She was wearing a white sleeveless dress made of soft fabric, which made her look taller than she already was .
Ming Ansheng glanced over her and didn’t say a word . He walked out of the lift and headed towards the exit .
“Ansheng, I came to invite you over to my place for dinner,” Tang Feiling said, following him .
When she caught up, she tried to grab his elbow .
Ming Ansheng dodged her hand and escaped breezily . He replied coldly, “I have plans . ”
“Let’s go together then, shall we?” Tang Feiling asked coquettishly, pouting .
Ming Ansheng halted in his steps and turned to her with a cold glare . “Tang Feiling, I’ve told you before—don’t look for me at the office . ”
“Why not?” Tang Feiling began to feel angry that her hospitality was not being reciprocated . “We’re already engaged, and we’re getting married soon . I’m Bright Vision’s future boss, so why can’t I come to find you?”
“Tang Feiling, don’t make me hate you more,” Ming Ansheng warned, gritting his teeth .
Then, without waiting for her reaction, he turned and made for the exit .
“Ming Ansheng, you…” Tang Feiling glared at his retreating figure, frustrated to the point of speechlessness .
But after some thought, she still chased after him .
After they exited, Ming Ansheng stopped in his tracks again . He turned to her and said, “If you don’t want me to call off the engagement, disappear from my sight right now . ”
Tang Feiling panicked . “Even if you want to call off the engagement, I won’t agree to it . ”
Ming Ansheng ignored her and retreated down the steps, his expression dark .
And his fists clenched .
If Tang Feiling wasn’t so clingy, it wouldn’t be this hard to call off the engagement .