After the divorce, the aloof female CEO was filled with regret.

I followed her through the door and immediately saw Jiang Yuwei sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a glass of water in her hand, with her legs crossed. Her delicate and fair face looked much more energetic and not as pale as yesterday.

Her gaze swept over the two of us—me and Secretary Li—her profile was chillingly cold, and her aura was so powerful that it made my heart pound.

My smile faded, and I heard her ask calmly, "Secretary Li, why aren't you answering the phone?"

Secretary Li's face froze instantly. She first put my local specialty on the table before taking out her phone to check it.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, my phone is dead and turned off. What are your instructions?"

Jiang Yuwei didn't respond, and turned her gaze to me, "You turned off your phone too?"

I glanced at my phone and saw eight missed calls. I must have been on my way back with Secretary Li, and we were talking about his dog.

"It's muted, I didn't hear it."

Her face grew even colder, and she said nothing, instantly creating a somber atmosphere.

Seeing that things weren't going well, Secretary Li quickly said, "President Jiang, if there's nothing else planned, I'll go arrange dinner."

After saying that, he turned and slipped away.

Once the door was closed, I moved closer to Jiang Yuwei. She asked me, "Where did you go?"

I tried to pull my hand away, but couldn't. I told the truth: "I went shopping."

"Going shopping with Secretary Li?" Her face was frighteningly gloomy, and her voice was low.

"Ye Qiu, is it because I ignored you before that you now like to show off and have everyone revolve around you?"

I was taken aback, a little confused. "I was shopping with Secretary Li, how did you figure out that I like being surrounded by people?"

She said expressionlessly, "Isn't that right? Have you ever seen anyone go shopping with a secretary by their side, chatting and laughing, and even arranging to meet after returning to China?"

"We're getting a divorce anyway, it's none of your business!" I raised my voice.

After saying that, I was about to go back to my room when Jiang Yuwei suddenly stood up, pulled me onto the sofa, and then bit me hard on the neck.

It hurt terribly; my face was contorted in pain. I tried to push her away, but she bit me even harder. I was afraid she would really bite off a piece of my flesh, so I stopped struggling.

Finally, she finished biting and looked at me with a gloomy expression, a fierce glint in her eyes.

"Ye Qiu, don't push me too far."

During dinner, I ate in my room. The bite mark on my neck was huge and frightening, both ambiguous and conspicuous, making me grit my teeth in anger. Suddenly, all of Jiang Yuwei's strange habits in bed from my past life flooded my mind.

I went straight into a tug-of-war with Jiang Yuwei, and the cold war lasted until the day her condition improved and we started discussing cooperation, at which point we finally met again.

Today she wore an elegant deep purple satin dress, black high heels, and her long, wavy hair cascading down her chest, making her even more beautiful.

We bumped into each other. She gave me a cold look, especially at my neck, and then walked away without looking back, utterly indifferent.

I couldn't be bothered with her. That's just how Jiang Yuwei is. In public, she acts like a lady, a noble and elegant CEO, but as soon as she's in front of me, she doesn't care about anything anymore. She has a terrible temper and seems to be born with a sour face.

When I got down to the first floor, I saw Secretary Li in front of me and greeted her with a smile: "Secretary Li."

I haven't seen Secretary Li much these past two days. He only comes in when I deliver meals, says a few words, and then leaves. He seems extremely busy, even busier than the past few days.

Secretary Li was holding two umbrellas. "Sir, it's raining heavily outside, the roads are slippery, please be careful."

I took the umbrella and said, "Thank you."

Jiang Yuwei glanced at us and asked, "What are you dawdling about?"

Secretary Li quickly stepped forward, holding an umbrella to help Jiang Yuwei into the car. I followed, holding my umbrella, and sat next to Jiang Yuwei.

The car was quiet the whole way; no one spoke. I was scrolling through Douyin (TikTok) with my headphones on when I saw a beautiful girl in a JK uniform dancing. I couldn't help but glance at her a couple more times, and then my phone was snatched away.

I looked up and saw Jiang Yuwei glance at my phone screen, sneer, and shut it down.

I frowned. "Jiang Yuwei, why did you lock my phone?"

She was incredibly cold. "You're here representing the company. Don't show these meaningless, vulgar things in front of others."

I gritted my teeth and said, "You talk like you're so noble, don't you ever look at handsome guys?"

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Ghosts believe it!

I angrily tried to snatch the phone back, but she held on tightly. I had to pry her fingers open forcefully. "Give me back my phone!"

Jiang Yuwei glanced at me sideways, and finally tossed the phone to me, but with a warning: "Don't play on your phone during work hours."

I replied with a forced smile, "You're really something, aren't you?"

Jiang Yuwei: "..."

Secretary Li pretended to be deaf and dumb, remaining calm and not getting involved in anything.

BK is a well-known game company in France, but only in France. They heard that our traditional culture is very good, so they want to join hands with us to enter the Chinese market.

Jiang Yuwei's reason for seeking out an illustrator is simple: if she wants to connect with culture, character design is key.

She wanted to create an international collaborative game, so she needed to find an artist who was skilled in games based on traditional culture.

And I, Ye Qiu, happen to be a top expert in this field.

Even my name has a traditional feel to it.

BK explained their character design ideas, and I nodded vigorously, but inwardly I was thinking: I never care about Jiang Yuwei's company, so I don't know if this collaboration went through or not. But I vaguely remember that BK ultimately failed to enter the domestic market.

After Jiang Yuwei finished talking with the project director, she turned to me and asked, "How did it go?"

I nodded, showed her the design drawings, and summarized, "Overall, there are no problems. I've seen the first draft, and it's really innovative. The illustrator is also very professional. It's just that in terms of details, our two countries have different philosophies, and they can't quite understand our reasoning."

Jiang Yuwei's eyes darkened slightly, a hint of doubt in her expression: "You really do have some skills."

"..."

I laughed. This girl never believed I could draw. Oh well, good or bad, I don't want to leave a good impression on her anyway.

BK and the others were also chatting when suddenly they all turned to look at me and muttered a few words in French. Then the translator turned to me and said, "Mr. Ye, they are asking if you are the original artist, Ye Qiu."

I raised an eyebrow. See? Even outsiders can connect me with "Ye Qiu." It's true that bystanders see things more clearly.

Before I could even speak, Jiang Yuwei's cool, hoarse laughter rang out.

I turned to look at her and saw a hint of disdain in her eyes: "What are you laughing at?"

Jiang Yuwei stared at me with her dark eyes and slightly upturned red lips: "How could you possibly be him? You know that his first work symbolized the freedom to explore the world. What does that have to do with someone like you who only wants to be a stay-at-home husband and has no ambition?"