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Because he had a conflict with Leng Qingshu the night before, Yang Tenxin went home early after work.

Leng Qingshu was in the backyard playing cards with a bunch of rich wives. Wang Siyu hadn't come back, so it was impossible for her to have come back so early.

She felt more at ease without them in Yang Tenxin. She received a few emails in her bedroom, and Ceng Niang-jie's voice came from outside the door.

She closed the laptop and looked at the smiling Sis Ceng, wondering what had made her so happy today. Sister Ceng said, "Young lady, the young master just called back and said he wants to eat your sea cucumber milk pigeon soup and wanted you to send it to him at the company."

Wang Sifan wanted to drink the pigeon soup she made? Yang Tian was slightly surprised.

Other than the last time when Wang Sifan had deliberately made things difficult for her and asked her to make a pigeon soup, he had never asked her for anything else. And there was only one time when she had carried the pigeon soup to the table and left without even looking at it.

As if they had made an agreement, Wang Sifan and Wang Siyu no longer liked to eat the pigeon soup she made.

But today, he had made her prepare and sent it to the company?

"Is that so?" she asked uncertainly.

Big Sis Ceng was still smiling. "Yes, I was surprised too, but this is a good thing for Young Mistress. This proves that Young Master's prejudice against you is not that deep. I'll say it in the morning. Take it slow, wait for a long time, and your relationship will naturally get better. Isn't this … "Aiya, look at how blabbermouth I am. Talking about everything is useless, I'll go down and prepare the materials first."

Sis Ceng walked out of the bedroom.

Yang Tenxin slightly raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror. Was the woman with the smile on her face her?

Wang Sifan wanted to drink her baby pigeon soup. Would this be a good start?

She stood up from her chair and went downstairs. Her footsteps were lighter than ever.

The pigeon soup was fragrant. Yang Tenxin carefully put it in the thermos, unwilling to spill a drop.

After saying goodbye to Sis Ceng, who was even more excited than she was, she left.

The setting sun outside the window was warm enough to see through the glass onto Yang Manxin's body. The thermos bottle on her knees was also warm. It went straight to her heart through her palm, everything felt so warm.

What she did not know was that the warmth did not originate from the sunlight outside the window, nor from the hot soup in the thermos, but from Wang Sifan.

Closing his eyes, he felt a little reluctant to wake up from this precious little happiness.

She didn't open her eyes and smile apologetically at him until the driver pulled up in front of the Young Building and called for her to get out.

The driver's face looked a bit odd. His gaze passed through her and looked at the entrance of the Yang Mansion. Yang Tinxin thought that it was a sign of his impatience, so he quickly opened the car door and got out.

The moment she stepped out of the car, she understood what the driver's expression meant.

Wasn't it her husband who was in love with her colleague that was walking intimately into the building hand in hand?

Yang Manxin's footsteps froze on the spot, as if she had been lead.

Didn't he want to drink the pigeon soup she made? Wasn't he slowly changing his attitude towards her? Why spend time with other women when you know she's going to show up?

If he didn't injure her, wouldn't he be willing to accept it?

Yang Manxin bit her lips. The sunset was still warm, and the soup in her hands was still warm. However, her body and heart were frozen by the cold for an instant.

Just then, she felt those damn lights again. Her gaze suddenly shifted to face that familiar lens and man.

It was him again, these insolent filming maniacs who only desired to stir up trouble!

Yang Manxin glared at the beautiful man. The man put down the camera and tried to apologize like he did the last time. Suddenly, a spherical object flew towards him and struck him squarely in the chest.

He let out an "Ah!" and spilled the soup into the thermos, making him jump and spin on the spot. That was the fresh milk pigeon soup that Yang Tenxin had always been protecting in his arms!

Yang Manxin didn't care if she burned him or not. She walked over and picked up the bottle that had been thrown to the ground. She said in a neutral tone, "If I see you following me next time, it won't be as simple as treating you to soup."

"I was just passing by... Hey …! Miss! Could you be more reasonable …! "

Seeing Yang Tingxin enter the Yang Mansion, he wanted to catch up to her and argue, but he lowered his head to see that his body was dripping soup, so he could only give up.

Actually, Yang Tenxin did not plan to continue heading to the Yang Mansion. He walked in to get rid of the man who secretly took pictures of him. Now that she was standing in the middle of the lobby, she didn't know where to go.

He lowered his head to look at the empty bottle in his hand, then looked at the elevator and finally stepped into it.

As it was off duty, there weren't many people working overtime in the office. The few staff members who stayed behind greeted her, but they had expressions of watching a good show.

Everyone could see that Director Wang's office was about to stage the wonderful scene of the original sparring partner, Little Three.

The scene in Wang Sifan's office was as she had expected. It was unknown what the two of them were looking at. He leaned on Wang Sifan. When he saw her enter, he even dared to openly greet her.

It was as if Wang Sinfan's husband was just an aunt delivering soup to Yang Tenxin.

Wang Sifan glanced at Yang Tinxin and his gaze landed on the thermos bottle in her hand. He ordered lightly, "Bring the soup over."

Yang Manxin walked over and placed the thermos bottle on the table.

From beginning to end, she had been expressionless and wordless, demure to the point where she made people hate her.

Who said that the best way to deal with an enemy is to ignore him?

Wang Sifan held the thermos bottle in front of He Xin and smiled instead of the cold expression on his face, "Didn't you say you want to eat pigeon soup? "The milky pigeon soup from the casserole is excellent."

"Is that so?" He Xi beamed as he received the thermos. He raised his head to look at Yang Manxin and scolded, "Tenxin, it was all in vain for me to hide things from your colleague for so long."

"Didn't I send it over to you?" Yang Tianxin smiled faintly.

Yang Manxin insisted on laughing until the end of the game, because only by doing so would she be able to swallow her tears.

She suddenly felt that her pity was laughable. She knew that Wang Sifan hated her to the bones, but she still happily cooked soup for him. She even personally sent it to his office to be humiliated by Xiao San.

Was there a woman more ridiculous than her in the world?

He turned to Wang Sifan and swung his arms back and forth, pouting, "Wang Sifan, you want to send me away with a cup of pigeon soup? "No, I still want to join you at tonight's banquet."

"Didn't I tell you already? The mayor asked her to accompany me to tonight's banquet." Wang Sifan pointed to the direction of Yang Tingxin with his chin.

He Qing pouted, "The banquet isn't Mayor Ye's house, why is she here?"

"Just because she is Mayor Ye." Wang Sifan glanced at Yang Tingxin.

He turned his face to look at Yang Tingxin, it was hard to see any trace of what had happened from her face.

When she heard about Mayor Ye, Yang Tingxin was stunned. It was Mayor Ye again. Why was Mayor Ye so concerned about her?

Was it because he pitied her and wanted to help her?

"Go and find Secretary Liu. She will take you to change your dress. After that, wait for me in the lobby of the first floor." The moment Wang Sifan opened his mouth, he gave an irresistible order.

Yang Manxin raised his eyes and looked at him, "I want to know what kind of banquet it is."

"So what if it's a banquet? You still have the right to refuse? "

"I do. After all, my feet are on my body."

Wang Sifan felt like he was choking. Yang Manxin's reaction made him angry. Today, Yang Manxin seemed to have swallowed gunpowder.

The joy of swallowing gunpowder...

Instead of getting angry, he laughed, his laughter extremely playful.

"The son of the An clan's An Tianyang has finally learned his lesson and returned to the country. Tomorrow, he will officially move into the An clan. Tonight, it will be his welcoming banquet." he said lightly.

Young Master An's welcoming banquet? Why didn't she hear about it?

Right, An Yuyin and An Tianyang were currently in the midst of a farce about cutting off their father-daughter relationship. Naturally, they were not in the mood for the welcoming banquet.

Although she had never seen Master An, she had heard of him mentioning many times. She had also seen many pictures of him taking pictures of "Pearl Hua". Most importantly, he was the brother of Master An, so such a banquet shouldn't be too painful.

Wasn't it embarrassing for him to bring someone like her, whose face had been ruined, to attend a banquet?

Yang Manxin did not say anything else, she turned around and walked towards the door of the office.

As he placed his hand on the doorknob and opened the door a crack, He Zhe's voice came from behind him, "Tenxin, thank you for your pigeon soup."

"No need to thank me, please enjoy your meal." She hadn't even taken a step before He Huan's alarmed cry rang out. She looked up and saw that she was holding the lid of the thermos bottle with both hands, staring blankly into the thermos.

The corner of Yang Tingxin's mouth lifted into a faint arc. Actually, the scene in the thermos didn't react that badly. It was just that the pigeon soup had turned into tap water.

Seeing the weird expressions of the two people in the office, Yang Manxin felt that her trip was worth it.

"You … "What do you mean?" He Xi glared at her with an ashen face.

Yang Manxin sneered, "You are only fit to drink it."