Chapter 66 - Third Young Master Ye’s Hidden Rage
Ye Chen’s deep gaze swept past Cheng Anya, whose head was bowed, and then at Yang Zekun. Without speaking a word, unspeakable anguish and suffocation were hidden underneath his gaze.
Not far away, Yun Ruoxi smiled pleasantly. Was she expecting a child?
That was good news!
“Young Master Yang, I shall make a move first!” Ye Chen deeply replied. Without waiting for Yang Zekun to respond, he left with Cheng Anya.
Yang Zekun looked at their backs worriedly. Yun Ruoxi wanted to give chase, but she steadied her steps and gave a victorious smile. Since Cheng Anya already had a child, she could not be a threat to her.
Given Ye Chen’s position, a single mother would not be worthy of him.
There was a pin-drop silence in the car.
Cheng Anya’s heart thumped violently. She could not calmly process her thoughts.
If Ye Chen did a background check on her, she could not hide Ning Ning’s existence. If Ye Chen saw Ning Ning, what would he be reminded of?
The long-forgotten past that Anya still recalled was long forgotten by Ye Chen. If Ye Chen saw Ning Ning despite all her plans, what should she do then?
Ning Ning was everything to her, and nobody could take that away from her. The same applied to Ye Chen.
What would she do?
In the midst of panic and fear, Anya froze and her face was pale.
As the driver suddenly braked the car, Anya panicked and saw Ye Chen looking at her with a devilish gaze. “What is your actual age?”
Ye Chen asked calmly.
“Twenty-four!” Cheng Anya told the truth uneasily.
“Twenty-four?” Ye Chen pondered upon Anya’s reply. “How old is your son?”
“Boss Ye, this is a personal question,” Cheng Anya said faintly. “Haven’t you always emphasized the need to segregate one’s professional and personal life?”
What a tone! You are merely slightly older than me, yet despise me for having a son at such a tender age. You might as well despise yourself!
Oh, the agony!
Ye Chen did not seem to hear what she said. As he recalled something, he posed a dangerous gaze and asked Anya, “Was your son the person who picked up the previous call?”
As Cheng Anya remained silent, one could assume she admitted.
The interior of the car cabin felt dangerous, and Cheng Anya’s trademark smile could not defuse the atmosphere.
Yes, it was my son who picked up the phone. So what?
In panic and nervousness, Anya’s palm began sweating and she dared not look at Ye Chen.
As Ye Chen gently tapped the steering wheel gently yet regularly, the taps resonated in Anya’s heart, heavy and suffocating.
Ye Chen was angry!
No, Ye Chen was enraged!
How would things have changed had you known Ning Ning’s existence?
“Miss Cheng, you are very good at pretending!” Third Young Master Ye seemingly joked. Despite his countenance, there was slight anger in his gaze.