The Counterattack of a Wealthy Family's Substitute

"I have other things to attend to, so I won't keep you company any longer," Xi Yuanchen said goodbye and walked towards the elevator.

Everyone looked at the gossipy boss, bewildered.

The boss spoke up: "I didn't say anything wrong. I just saw President Xi hugging that woman who looks a lot like Miss Yao with the boss of Hengfeng. Judging from the tone of that woman's voice, it seems like she has known President Xi for a long time."

As Xi Yuanchen sat in the elevator, he was unaware that his conversation with Ye An'an had become the talk of the town in high society after he left the party, with many different versions circulating.

Some say that Xi Yuanchen has been keeping that woman as a mistress for a long time, and that Yao Yingxi is probably just a substitute.

Some people say that Xi Yuanchen got tired of Yao Yingxi, so he found a lover who happened to look a lot like Yao Yingxi.

Xi Yuanchen had just left YULA when Anan returned. His car stopped in front of him, and Anan rolled down the window: "Boss, shall I take you home?"

Xi Yuanchen didn't answer, opened the car door, and got in: "Let's see if there's a fruit shop nearby, I want to buy some fruit."

Just moments ago, Anan was worried that if Ye Anan were true, Xi Yuanchen might break up with Yao Yingxi. Hearing Xi Yuanchen's words, Anan, who had been secretly regretting it, breathed a sigh of relief.

"it is good."

Xi Yuanchen turned his head to look out the car window at the dimly lit streets and hotels, and said, "Go investigate whether that person is really Ye An'an, and also check her whereabouts over the past few years."

"Okay, boss."

"It would be best to get a DNA test done. Don't tell Yingxi about what happened to Ye An'an tonight."

"it is good."

We really need to investigate this thoroughly. What if it turns out to be fake, and Ms. Yao finds out first and misunderstands?

Finally, Xi Yuanchen ran through four streets before finding fresh strawberries and mangosteens. By the time he returned to his apartment, it was already past 11 p.m.

He opened the door, and the living room was empty except for a single lamp. Xi Yuanchen put down the fruit, took off his suit jacket, picked up the fruit bag, and went to the kitchen to wash it.

The water was splashing loudly. Xi Yuanchen's hand was under the tap, holding a strawberry, but he didn't move. His expression was blank, his eyes unfocused, and he seemed lost in thought.

Meanwhile, Yao Yingxi was in her studio, drawing design sketches, with Zhong Enming's face displayed on the computer screen in front of her.

Of course, they were both very close. The two were video chatting at the moment. Because it was getting late, Zhong Enming couldn't come over, and Yao Yingxi couldn't go out either, so they simply video chatted.

"Make some adjustments to the shoelaces. You need to try to make the shoes match your clothes as much as possible," Zhong Enming reminded her. He glanced down at his watch and continued, "How much is finished?"

Upon hearing this, Yao Yingxi picked up the design draft beside her and glanced at it: "Four are finished."

Zhong Enming nodded: "After finishing this one, that will make five. It's getting late, and you still have injuries. Rest after you finish."

“Okay,” Yao Yingxi replied.

After finishing the last design draft, Zhong Enming was about to turn off the video when he said, "Yuanchen, why aren't you back yet?"

Yao Yingxi glanced down at her watch and belatedly realized it was almost midnight. She took out her phone: "I'll call and ask."

Zhong Enming nodded and turned off the video.

A landscape image appeared on the computer screen, and at the same time, the phone pressed against my face rang. After a few rings, the call was answered.

Before Yao Yingxi could speak, Xi Yuanchen on the other end of the phone asked, "Am I in the kitchen or upstairs?"

"When did you get back? Why didn't you tell me?" As she spoke, Yao Yingxi stood up from her desk with a smile on her lips and walked out of her workspace.

Xi Yuanchen placed the strawberries and mangosteens in the basket. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his tanned skin.

Yao Yingxi walked into the living room and happened to see Xi Yuanchen coming out of the kitchen. Her eyes lit up, and she smiled as she went up to him. When she saw the fruit in the basket, her smile widened.

She reached out and took the basket from Xi Yuanchen's hand, held it against her chest, picked up a strawberry from inside, took a bite and put it in her mouth. The sweet and sour taste spread on her tongue. Yao Yingxi then handed the other half to Xi Yuanchen's mouth.

Xi Yuanchen lowered his head and ate without thinking.

"It's delicious, and it must be hard to find, right?" This isn't the peak season for strawberries.

"I'll consider having it airfreighted to you next time." It was indeed hard to buy, but seeing Yao Yingxi's smile made it all worthwhile.

He put his arm around Yao Yingxi's waist and pulled her to sit down on the sofa: "Don't eat too much, or you'll feel uncomfortable when you rest later."

"No, this is what you brought for me, I have to eat it all."

Yao Yingxi placed the basket on the table, picked up a mangosteen, broke it open, and used her tongue to roll out some of the flesh. She then broke open the shell of the remaining half and offered it to Xi Yuanchen's lips.

That's just how she is; whenever she has food in her hand, she always tries to give half of it to Xi Yuanchen.

Xi Yuanchen looked down at Yao Yingxi and thought of Ye An'an.

He felt heavy-hearted and hoped to receive the money and come out quickly.

Yao Yingxi ate two mangosteens in a row. When she broke open the third one and put it to Xi Yuanchen's lips, she noticed that Xi Yuanchen was in a daze and seemed to be thinking about something.

Xi Yuanchen rarely acted like this, so Yao Yingxi assumed something had happened at the company.

She didn't inquire about it because she couldn't offer any help at the moment.

"I'm almost finished with Tom's design drafts. I don't know if I'll have time to go over then," Yao Yingxi said to Xi Yuanchen, trying to find a topic to talk about.

Xi Yuanchen paused for a moment, then looked blank for a second before speaking: "If you're not busy with class, I'll ask for leave for you."

Yao Yingxi smiled and symbolically punched Xi Yuanchen's chest: "How can you do that? If I keep taking leave, even the professor will have a problem with me."

Suddenly, I remembered the expectant looks those professors had given me.

She would feel embarrassed if she failed the exam or failed a course.

"It's my person, it's their business if others have opinions." Xi Yuanchen said nonchalantly, looking at Yao Yingxi with doting eyes.

Yao Yingxi beamed and rewarded Xi Yuanchen with a few strawberries.

Xi Yuanchen was worried that she ate too much, so he ended up eating all the fruit with her.

He secretly rejoiced that Anan had followed him in to buy fruit, so he hadn't bought too much. Otherwise, given Anan's personality, it would have been good enough if he hadn't brought back the entire fruit shop.

"Was today's party boring?" Yao Yingxi asked Xi Yuanchen while lying in bed. When she called Xi Yuanchen around 10 o'clock, he said he would be back later.

Xi Yuanchen was about to get into bed when he heard Yao Yingxi say this. He paused for a moment, then lifted the covers and said calmly, "It's alright."

As soon as he lay down, Yao Yingxi subconsciously raised her head, letting Xi Yuanchen's hand rest on the back of her neck. She nestled in his arms, resting her head on his arm.

Xi Yuanchen hugged her, kissed her forehead, and turned off the light: "Go to sleep, you have class tomorrow."