Chapter 1489 - 1502:
Nangong Yang pouted her lips. She obviously had curves. Are men’s tastes these days so low that they prefer busty girls?
Bai Zhi was skeptical. They’ve already eaten, and now suddenly changing styles—what if Huang Puchen doesn’t like sexy women?
"Then why are you changing?" Bai Zhi never used to care about fashion, and now her outfits never repeat.
She suddenly blurted out.
"A change in style, a change in mood."
"Isn’t it because of a man?" Nangong Yang looked at her with a knowing expression, making her shiver inside.
Nangong Yang suddenly thought of something and looked at her in surprise, "You wouldn’t be...?"
A man? Wei Xiang?!
"Wouldn’t be what? You’re overthinking." Her gaze shifted, not daring to look at her.
Bai Zhi really wanted to bite her tongue. A slip of the tongue led her to ask along with her.
"Aren’t you confessing?" Nangong Yang had a cunning grin, stepping closer.
No wonder Wei Xiang would randomly ask Bai Zhi out. So these two have been secretly in cahoots!
"Confess... confess what?" Bai Zhi, feeling guilty, shifted uneasily.
"What’s going on with you and Wei Xiang?" Nangong Yang stared at her unblinkingly, afraid to miss any expression.
"It’s nothing."
"If it’s nothing, why are you nervous? If it’s nothing, why do you change when I mention him?"
Saying there’s nothing is hard to believe.
"Oh, it’s really nothing. It’s just... just that night I accidentally drank too much, and then... then..." Speaking softer toward the end.
Nangong Yang immediately understood.
Feeling even more pitiful, Bai Zhi already knew that women dressed for the ones they love.
Nangong Yang was focused on the personalities of women, completely absent-minded about what Wei Xiang asked her to do, having long forgotten the plans for the outing.
After choosing her clothes, she returned to the apartment with thoughts in mind.
As Nangong Yang entered, Huang Puchen happened to have just finished showering, droplets trickling down his hair and sliding over his neck and muscular waist, hiding under the towel.
Half-naked, his perfect obliques were on display, and Nangong Yang stared dazedly.
So handsome, like a real-life illustration of a male god emerging from a bath.
"Where did you go?" Huang Puchen glanced at her mildly, pointing to the cake on the dining table, "Sent by your mother."
Mother?
Nangong Yang was slightly stunned, "Who?"
"Your mom."
Isn’t my mom your mom too?!
Ugh!
What nonsense! Nangong Yang patted her mouth, a nameless anger glaring at Huang Puchen. He called her mom mother-in-law so affectionately in front of her, but turned and didn’t recognize people!
It seems Gao Yanrou’s words were right; men are indeed changeable!
Suddenly realizing a more serious issue.
In their relationship, it seemed to have always been her one-sided affection.
Nangong Yang! How awkward you are!
She glanced at the clothes in her arms, huffed, and quickly dashed into the bathroom.
Huang Puchen glanced lightly, his lips curling slightly, changed into a light gray home outfit, lazily but not sinisterly.
He walked into the study, with an impromptu video meeting with the UK side to attend. Pressing a button, a large screen instantly projected on the wall, with nearly fifty people seated around a massive oval table on the screen.
The atmosphere was tense.
Nangong Yang, after showering, first peeked out, seeing the empty living room.
She walked out puzzled, wearing a black silk, hollow-out, ultra-short one-piece dress, fabric so thin it seemed non-existent, subtly revealing skin as white as snow, ending just above her thighs.
The sound of Huang Puchen’s speech came from the study, and Nangong Yang tiptoed over.
She quietly opened the door, seeing Huang Puchen sitting in the black leather swivel chair on the phone, couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of him about to fall for her seductive beauty.
Huang Puchen looked at a set of data on the computer, his deep eyes swiftly browsing, eagle-sharp sight locking onto a set of data, said sternly, "Is this the data you spent a week doing? Do it again!"
No matter how loudly he shouted, the people on the screen didn’t react at all, eyes fixed on a certain spot.
Huang Puchen frowned, following their gaze.
At the door, a slender white leg drew a enchanting curve, swaying, swaying, from Huang Puchen’s angle, lacy edges could vaguely be seen under the dress.
His face suddenly turned cold, banging the table, black eyes glaring at the crowd on the screen, shouted, "In one second, all of you, close your damn eyes!"
Outside the door, Nangong Yang was still playfully lifting her legs, standing on one foot, almost unable to hold it, suddenly froze at Huang Puchen’s roar.
All... close eyes?
Before she could think thoroughly about his words, the door was banged open by him.
Huang Puchen glared at Nangong Yang. Upon seeing her outfit, he was slightly startled, Adam’s apple moved, glared sullenly at her.
Nangong Yang, frightened by his expression, lost the ability to balance on one foot and began to fall backward.
Huang Puchen’s gaze sharpened, he reached out and caught her, asked in a deep voice, "What are you doing?"
His tone was chillingly cold.
Nangong Yang was startled, patted her chest, raised her eyes, eyes sore.
Is he angry?
Wasn’t what she did obvious enough?
Nangong Yang stood on the spot, head down, not speaking, small hands twisting together, heart aching.
So she really lost her charm to him.
At midnight, Nangong Yang lay in bed tossing and turning, the more she thought, the angrier she became. He’s at the ripe age, and she dressed so seductively but still couldn’t attract him?
Thinking a good night’s sleep would make everything better, she only lightly dozed off at dawn.
Nangong Yang slept till noon before getting up, with panda eyes, as soon as she stepped out of the bedroom, she saw Huang Puchen sitting on the sofa, still reading a book wrapped in newspaper.
Hearing her movement, he looked up and gave her a mild glance.
"Awake?" His voice wasn’t as cold as yesterday.
Nangong Yang, having slept, felt somewhat better, sniffed slightly, replied with a muffled yes, still reluctant to talk to him.
After all, yesterday she dressed so seductively to lure him, yet he was indifferent.
Nangong Yang was somewhat embarrassed.
"Didn’t sleep well last night?"
Huang Puchen noticed her heavy dark circles, slightly frowned, he had a meeting till late last night, seeing her asleep he didn’t disturb her.
Nangong Yang ignored him, and silently sat down to drink her porridge.
Huang Puchen put the book away into a box, Nangong Yang unintentionally glanced at it, coldly huffed internally, must be a gift from some woman, to be so cherished, even using a box to preserve it!
Thinking so, she ground her teeth!
Only children do that, she thought, curling her lips.
"It’s just porridge, why are you chewing? Quickly drink it, eat this egg, then go back to sleep for a while, look at your dark circles, they’re ugly."
Huang Puchen seemed disdainful, but his eyes were filled with tender affection.