Take Away My Sickly Beauty [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 7

“Sigh…”

Inside the bright office, the beautiful woman clutching the documents sighed unconsciously.

The characters on those important files were neatly arranged on the paper, but she couldn’t take any of it in.

Chen Jiyu gave up and tossed the documents aside, propping her forehead with one hand as her black long hair fell along the sides of her face, concealing her current expression.

How did it turn out like this?

She was already past thirty. At this age, if she couldn’t even see the affection in Ye Wuming’s eyes, she would have lived all these years in vain.

If Ye Wuming had confessed directly or made an overt cross-boundary move, she could have rejected her decisively.

But this young ruler was as cunning as a fox.

She wouldn’t confess, nor would she speak her liking aloud, yet her eyes and every single action spoke of her love for Chen Jiyu. Moreover, the emotion in her eyes and her gestures were so natural that they didn’t cause Chen Jiyu any discomfort.

On the contrary, they led Chen Jiyu to subtly immerse herself in this natural way of getting along.

“Too dangerous…” the woman murmured, covering her eyes.

Since returning from Baijia Garden, Chen Jiyu had reflected deeply for several days, but in the end, she couldn’t come up with a suitable solution.

If it weren’t for the fact that Ye Wuming’s eyes held such undisguised tenderness toward her, she wouldn’t have held that cherry pit in her mouth, refusing to spit it out.

Since she had nothing in her hands, how could she spit the cherry pit into Ye Wuming’s palm? She wasn’t some princess who required someone to serve her in such a manner.

Her thoughts tangled into a mess, the woman raised her hand to press against her temple, forcibly suppressing her wild imagination.

The index finger of her left hand tapped the desk twice; when she looked up again, she had cast aside her distractions to focus on solving work problems.

The most important thing now was to help the company weather the crisis. Other matters could be considered during non-working hours.

While Chen Jiyu was cutting through the knots to separate public and private affairs, on the other side, Ye Wuming had fallen into a bizarre state. In Ann’s words, “Spring has arrived,” and the scent of a certain Sea Emperor in heat could drive away every living creature within a ten-mile radius.

“Look at that heart-fluttering expression on your face. What, did your ‘Light’ get intimate with you?” Ann looked at the lovesick woman with disdain.

To this day, she still didn’t understand how the founder of Cupid could be such a “love-brain.”

Even more, she didn’t understand how Ye Wuming had the self-control not to pounce on Chen Jiyu.

This woman had been like a total creep during those years abroad, muttering to Chen Jiyu’s photo every day. She told the photo about her daily life, ate and slept with it, and even took it to various important occasions.

Her excuse was that she wanted her “Light” to witness every one of her important moments.

Pfft. Unfortunately, the real Chen Jiyu was managing the Chen Corporation back home at that time and hadn’t even heard the name Ye Wuming.

To put it nicely, Ye Wuming was a practitioner of unrequited love; to put it bluntly, she was a stalkerish freak.

Fortunately, she respected Chen Jiyu enough not to send people to spy on her.

It was a relief that Boss Ye’s bottom line wasn’t that low.

“Ah… you don’t understand~” The woman in the light blue dress turned her tone into ocean waves—one wave “leakier” (more flirtatious) than the last.

Ann hugged her arms as she listened. Hiss, she was getting goosebumps.

“You don’t know how beautiful she is, how cute she is.” Ye Wuming cradled her face, her eyes misty.

In Baijia Garden, the sight of Chen Jiyu holding that red cherry in her mouth could simply charm her to death.

The rosy lips holding the dark cherry, the round labial tubercle appearing even more plump under the light it was simply more tempting than the ripe cherry itself.

If she took a bite, she would surely taste the sweet juice, wouldn’t she?

“Tsk, put away that disgusting expression.” Ann was thoroughly nauseated by her lovesick look.

“Eh? Disgusting?” Hearing this, Ye Wuming blinked and then opened her mouth in disbelief, “Have I become greasy?!”

Heavens! Jiyu won’t think I’m disgusting too, will she!

The foolish “love-brain” began to frantically look for a mirror. Ann stood by with a dark face, ready to give her a punch to wake this idiot up.

“Take a good look in the mirror. Just because I say you’re disgusting doesn’t mean others think so.” Because they were so familiar, Ann bickered with her like this every time.

In truth, Ye Wuming was like a darling of the heavens; her every expression and movement revealed absolute beauty.

A mermaid from the deep sea or an elf from the deep forest wouldn’t be ugly no matter how they contorted their faces, right?

And Ye Wuming’s face, this body, was an existence more perfect than a mermaid or an elf.

Cupid’s employees often teased their CEO, saying: “Clearly she could live off her looks, yet she insists on relying on her talent.”

Looking left and right in the mirror, Ye Wuming sighed in relief after confirming she hadn’t become “greasy.”

At the same time, she looked up and complained to Ann, “You scared me to death.”

“Calmed down now?” Ann handed her an invitation. “The banquet hosted by the He family tomorrow. Everyone who’s anyone in H-City will be there.”

Ye Wuming took the gorgeous gold-stamped invitation, tossed it aside without even looking at it.

A warm smile remained on her lips, but the words she spoke weren’t warm or friendly at all.

“The value of the He family isn’t enough to warrant my appearance.” Ye Wuming propped up her chin and said with distress, “But Jiyu will definitely go. This is difficult~”

If the business circle of H-City was a sea of turbulent waves, then the Cupid branch established here was the “Sea-Fixing Needle” (stabilizing force). Any of its moves could affect the entire sea.

The He family wanted Ye Wuming to appear simply because they wanted to snag a powerful backer. Although everyone in the circle knew Cupid’s founder favored Chen Jiyu, it didn’t stop them from trying to “dig at the wall” (poach the connection).

This banquet was a test. If Ye Wuming appeared, it would indicate that Chen Jiyu hadn’t managed to secure her, and other forces still had a chance to cooperate with Cupid.

If Ye Wuming didn’t appear, it would show she had zero interest in any power other than the Chen Corporation.

But the trouble was that the He family held a high status in H-City; as the CEO of Chen Corp, Chen Jiyu couldn’t afford not to go.

“If no one protects her, she will be bullied.” Ye Wuming was worried about Chen Jiyu in ten thousand different ways.

Look at the kind of people around her “Light.”

A troublesome cousin and a “white lotus” (falsely innocent) person who loved to whisper in people’s ears. There was also a group of “superior” able-bodied people mocking the CEO of Chen Corp for being a cripple.

They envied Chen Jiyu’s achievements, hated the competitiveness of Chen Corp, feared Chen Jiyu’s methods and abilities, yet simultaneously gloated over Chen Corp’s misfortunes.

Too many people wanted to pluck this untainted flower from the high mountain, throw it into the mud, and trample it into the depths so it could never rise again.

People whose hearts have turned black cannot tolerate clean things appearing before them.

Chen Jiyu, who never mingled with these circles, was an outlier in this demon-dance of the H-City business world. So, being marginalized, suppressed, and persecuted was not surprising.

But that was all in the past. From the moment Ye Wuming stepped into H-City, it was destined that this snow-white flower blooming on the mountain peak now had a protector.

She ought to protect the “Light” in her palm as she waded through the mire, heading toward a more distant, broader, and brighter future.

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