Heart Stealer

Along the way, Ye Qingyun drove the car attentively, while Deng Minghui, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned her head from time to time to chat with him.

Their conversation was casual and relaxed, mostly about trivial matters such as the weather, the latest movie they saw, or an interesting sign that flashed by on the roadside.

These seemingly ordinary exchanges gradually livened up the originally dull atmosphere in the car.

The car moved forward steadily under the cover of night. The street lights on both sides of the road were like strings of pearls scattered on the ground, illuminating the road ahead.

Not long after, they arrived at the gate of the community where Deng Minghui lived.

Deng Minghui gently pushed open the car door and got out gracefully.

She turned around, smiled sweetly at Ye Qingyun in the car window, and thanked him politely.

"Thank you, Second Young Master. I'm really sorry to bother you today."

Ye Qingyun nodded slightly, his handsome face looking even more handsome and imposing under the light from the car.

"You're welcome, it's just a small favor. Bye then."

After saying this, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, outlining a faint smile.

Deng Minghui waved again, then turned and walked into the community.

Her steps were light and her figure was graceful. Ye Qingyun sat in the car, his eyes following Deng Minghui's receding figure until she completely disappeared into the darkness deep in the community.

Ye Qingyun sighed softly. This sigh was like a breeze in the night, gentle yet a bit heavy.

He came to his senses and started the engine. With the low roar of the engine, the car slowly drove away from the community.

……

Deng Minghui has worked in the finance department of Yeshi Group for several years. He has always been diligent and has never made any mistakes.

It is precisely because of this that Ye Junhao, the boss of Ye Group, favors Deng Minghui and promotes her to vice president.

Although Deng Minghui was promoted to vice president of Ye Group, in fact, this position was just an empty title.

Ye Qingyun didn't take her seriously at all, and even deliberately embarrassed her in front of everyone.

Brothers Ye Qingtian and Ye Qingyun both aspire to become the president of the Ye Group, so conflicts often arise between them.

Ye Qingtian was worried that his talented younger brother would threaten his position, so he sent Deng Minghui to monitor Ye Qingyun's every move.

Ye Qingyun naturally noticed his brother's intention and was very dissatisfied with Deng Minghui's appearance.

Ye Qingyun had complained to his father many times, demanding that Deng Minghui be fired.

But Ye Junhao has his own considerations. He has a special appreciation and trust for Deng Minghui.

He believes that Deng Minghui is a loyal, intelligent and capable person who can help the Ye Group develop better.

Therefore, Ye Junhao not only did not fire Deng Minghui, but also appointed her as vice president.

For a long time, Ye Qingyun's dissatisfaction with his father's obvious preference for his eldest brother Ye Qingtian has grown like weeds.

Finally one day, this dissatisfaction broke out completely like a volcano about to erupt.

Ye Qingyun's face flushed red, his eyes widened, veins popped out on his forehead, he almost lost all his sanity, and yelled at his father,

"Dad, why do you always favor my eldest brother? Am I not your biological son?"

When Ye Junhao heard this, he couldn't help but frowned, and his deep eyes looked at Ye Qingyun.

He opened his mouth and wanted to explain something, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Ye Qingyun.

Ye Qingyun's emotions were out of control at this moment, and his voice became hoarse with anger.

"Dad, in your eyes, big brother is good in everything! But how am I worse than him?!"

Ye Junhao looked at his excited son and sighed heavily.

He slowly stood up and walked to Ye Qingyun with slightly heavy steps.

He stretched out a hand, gently placed it on Ye Qingyun's shoulder, and said earnestly,

"Qingyun, I love you two brothers equally, just in different ways."

At this moment, Ye Qingyun could not listen to any explanation at all. He shook off his father's hand on his shoulder and shouted hysterically,

"You're lying! You've never really cared about me!"

After saying that, he turned and ran out, leaving Ye Junhao standing there with a look of helplessness and guilt on his face.

Ye Qingyun's quarrel with his father happened to be witnessed by Deng Minghui who was passing by.

She walked over to the exhausted boss and comforted him, "Boss, don't be too sad. The Second Young Master is just having a hard time thinking. Once he calms down, he will understand your good intentions."

Ye Junhao shook his head and murmured to himself in self-blame: "It's all my fault. I didn't handle the family relationship well, which is why Qingyun is so miserable."

Ye Qingyun felt like an outsider in the Ye family, and his temper became more and more irritable.

Sometimes, he even vented his anger on Deng Minghui for no reason.

But as time went by, the longer they spent together, the more Deng Minghui understood Ye Qingyun's inner loneliness and pain, and she couldn't help but feel pity for him.

Since when, Deng Minghui unknowingly fell in love with this moody and ruthless man.

Deng Minghui often took advantage of work to ask Ye Qingyun about his well-being, but Ye Qingyun did not appreciate Deng Minghui's concern.

He had never even looked at her straight in the eye, which made Deng Minghui feel extremely painful.

Once, Deng Minghui asked with a face full of grievance,

"Second Young Master, how could you do this to me?"

Ye Qingyun looked at Deng Minghui indifferently, without any emotion in his eyes.

"Don't be so hypocritical here. I don't need your pity."

Deng Minghui bit her lip, her voice trembling slightly.

"I don't pity you, I really..."

"That's enough!" Ye Qingyun interrupted her and turned his back to her. "I don't want to hear your nonsense."

Deng Minghui looked at Ye Qingyun's stubborn back and finally couldn't hold back her tears.

She walked forward slowly, wanting to reach out and touch his shoulder, but stopped just as she was about to touch it.

Ye Qingyun felt her approaching and his body stiffened slightly, but he still did not turn back.

Deng Minghui took a deep breath and tried to calm his voice.

"Second Young Master, I know you're feeling very miserable, but I'm willing to spend it with you."

Ye Qingyun sneered and said with disdain: "Who do you think you are? I don't need your sympathy."

Deng Minghui's face turned pale, and her hands fell down weakly.

"I just want you to know that I truly love you."

Ye Qingyun turned around, looked into Deng Minghui's eyes, and said with contempt,

"Sincerity? Your so-called sincerity is worthless in my eyes."

After saying that, he strode out of the room, leaving Deng Minghui crying alone.

Despite Ye Qingyun's indifferent treatment, Deng Minghui still endured it all silently.

She decided to find a suitable opportunity to sit down and have a good talk with Ye Qingyun to resolve the knot between them.

On Friday evening, the sunset was like blood.

The remaining afterglow of the setting sun dyed the office building of Ye Group with a light golden color, as if putting a gorgeous coat on this cold building.

Colleagues left work one after another, the noise in the office gradually disappeared, and the entire company became empty. Only the lights in Ye Qingyun's office were still on.

Deng Minghui plucked up her courage and walked towards Ye Qingyun's office with light steps.

The lights in the corridor are a little dim, giving people a quiet and mysterious feeling.

Deng Minghui's heart was beating so hard that it seemed like it was about to jump out of her throat.

She clenched her fists tightly and tried to calm herself.

When she reached the door of Ye Qingyun's office, she knocked gently.

The slight knock on the door sounded particularly clear in the silent corridor, as if it was a cry from the depths of her heart.

Ye Qingyun's voice came from inside the door, deep and magnetic: "Come in."

Deng Minghui took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked into Ye Qingyun's office.

Ye Qingyun was concentrating on processing documents. When he heard footsteps, he looked up and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

His eyes met Deng Minghui's, and in an instant, time seemed to freeze.

The light in the room was soft and warm, illuminating Ye Qingyun's stern face.

His eyes were deep and sharp, as if they could penetrate one's soul.

Deng Minghui was attracted by his gaze and couldn't help but be a little dazed.

She tried to keep her voice calm, but still trembled slightly as she spoke,

"Qingyun, I... I have liked you for a long time..."

Her voice echoed in the quiet room, with a hint of shyness and anticipation.

Ye Qingyun frowned, paused the pen in his hand, and was silent for a moment.

He slowly raised his head, looked at Deng Minghui expressionlessly, and responded calmly,

"I'm sorry, Miss Deng! I don't have that kind of feeling towards you. Right now, I only care about how to defeat Ye Qingtian and ascend to the position of CEO."

His voice was cold and firm, without the slightest hesitation.

Deng Minghui's face turned pale in an instant, and her eyes were filled with disappointment and pain.

She had been expecting Ye Qingyun's response, but she didn't expect to get such an answer.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she tried hard not to let them fall.