The CEO is domineering, the devil Boss is addicted to pampering

Although she was very reluctant, Su Xingya still forced herself to put on the white polo shirt and light blue sun hat mechanically.

She stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself in the mirror with pale face and empty eyes. She unconsciously clenched her fists, her nails digging deeply into her palms, trying to give herself some strength.

When she walked out of the room and saw Gu Yunqian's familiar yet unfamiliar back, she felt mixed emotions.

She walked over slowly and held Gu Yunqian's hand. That hand had once given her countless warmth and a sense of security, but now it made her feel a little cold.

The car was driving on a winding road, and the scenery outside the window flashed by quickly like a slide show, but Su Xingya had no intention of appreciating it.

Her eyes stared blankly ahead, her hands clasped tightly together on her knees, her fingers becoming stiff from the strain.

Gu Yunqian sat nearby, looking out the window intently, as if thinking about the upcoming meeting, and chose to ignore Su Xingya's uneasiness.

Finally, the car slowly stopped at the entrance of the golf course.

Before they got off the car, Lao Mo and his young and beautiful wife came to greet them with smiles on their faces.

Lao Mo was wearing an expensive golf suit made of high-quality fabric and well-cut, which highlighted his temperament as a successful person.

His face was filled with a warm smile, but it didn't reach his eyes, making it feel a little hypocritical.

His wife was wearing a fitted short skirt that perfectly outlined her slender figure.

Her skin is as white as snow, and her big chestnut wavy hair is casually draped over her shoulders, making her look very charming.

Her face was delicately made up, and her big eyes were bright and lively, but there was an elusive sharpness in her eyes, as if she could see through everything.

Gu Yunqian got off the car first, and a confident and charming smile instantly bloomed on his face. That smile was as bright as the sun, which attracted people involuntarily.

He closed the car door gracefully, walked towards Lao Mo with steady steps, stretched out his hand and shook hands with him warmly, saying: "Mr. Mo, long time no see, thank you for your invitation today."

His voice is deep and magnetic, and every word he says is just right, showing his maturity and stability.

Su Xingya got out of the car reluctantly. Her movements were slow, as if she was carrying a heavy burden.

Standing aside, she looked extremely uneasy.

She clasped her hands nervously in front of her, twisting her fingers constantly, as if this could ease the tension in her heart.

Her eyes were wandering and she didn't dare look directly at the Lao Mo couple. She would only glance at them secretly occasionally and then quickly look away.

When her eyes fell on the old Mo couple, the discomfort in her heart became stronger.

Seeing this combination of an old man and a young wife, her brows unconsciously frowned again, and a hint of surprise and discomfort that was difficult to conceal flashed in her eyes.

Old Mo's slightly weathered face formed a sharp contrast with his wife's youthful appearance. This strong contrast made Su Xingya feel inexplicably depressed.

She subconsciously took a small step back, her body trembling slightly, as if she wanted to escape from this uncomfortable scene.

Lao Mo's wife seemed to notice something was wrong with Su Xingya. She raised her chin slightly, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, outlining a perfect and slightly sarcastic arc.

The look in his eyes was full of condescending scrutiny, as if saying that Su Xingya was not worthy of standing here at all.

Just this moment of eye contact, Su Xingya felt like she was struck by an electric current. She looked away in panic and her cheeks flushed slightly, not because of shyness, but because of embarrassment and anger.

She felt like an ugly duckling in front of this woman, and was dwarfed by her. The feeling of being despised greatly hurt her self-esteem.

Gu Yunqian clearly saw Su Xingya's discomfort and embarrassment, but he seemed like a different person.

In the past, whenever Su Xingya encountered any little trouble, he would protect her behind him without hesitation, and shield her from the wind and rain with his warm embrace, his eyes full of love and pampering.

But at this moment, he chose to watch coldly, as if Su Xingya's embarrassment had nothing to do with him.

He just continued to chat and laugh with Lao Mo, discussing interesting things on the golf course and the latest business developments. His focused expression made people feel that he seemed to have completely forgotten that there was Su Xingya who was in trouble beside him.

This sharp contrast chilled Su Xingya's heart completely. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down, but the grievance in her heart surged like a tide...

The sun is hot and dazzling, pouring down unreservedly on the golf course. The tender green grass looks like emerald carefully carved by nature, sparkling with warm light under the sunlight. Every blade of grass seems to be endowed with life, swaying gently in the breeze, creating layers of soft ripples.

Su Xingya stood quietly there, looking a little thin and lonely, as if she was an alien in this bustling scene.

She was wearing a simple white polo shirt and a light blue sun hat. The colors of the clothes looked particularly fresh in the sun, but they could not hide the loneliness and uneasiness on her face.

Her eyes were fixed on the gradually receding backs of Gu Yunqian and Lao Mo. The two figures were stretched out and blurred in the bright light, as if they were moving step by step towards a world that was out of her reach and full of unknowns.

Mrs. Mo was originally walking with light and graceful steps, preparing to follow with a graceful posture. She was wearing a slim golf skirt that perfectly outlined her slender and tight figure.

The color of the skirt is a low-key yet luxurious dark gray, which complements the simple white shirt she wears on her upper body, highlighting her elegant taste.

The spotless white golf shoes on her feet seemed to reveal her ultimate pursuit of quality of life.

However, just when she was about to take that step, she seemed to be suddenly pulled back by an invisible and mysterious force, and her movements suddenly stopped. The pause seemed a little abrupt, but she concealed it skillfully.

Then, she turned around in a manner that seemed extremely natural and casual, yet vaguely felt deliberate.

There was an elusive light in her eyes, like a fleeting meteor in the night sky, carrying some deep and hidden meaning.

That light seemed to hide the sophistication and shrewdness accumulated from years of struggling in this complex world, making people dare not look directly at it.

She slowly closed the distance between herself and Su Xingya, taking each step steadily and slowly, as if she was deliberately creating an invisible pressure.

She stood in front of Su Xingya. The distance between them was only a few inches, so close that they could clearly feel each other's breathing.

Mrs. Mo raised her head slightly, her facial features were tight and smooth.

Time did not seem to have left too many traces on her face, but the scrutiny in her eyes was like a cold scalpel, staring at Su Xingya's face, examining her inch by inch.