One and Only: Doting CEO's Infinite Love

Chapter 535 - 533: Yuan Xiaopang’s Love (30)

Ye Zheng smiled and pulled her inside, "Don’t want to see me?""No, of course not." Yuan Yumeng was completely shocked, "I thought you were supposed to be in Yu City?"

"Why did you suddenly come here again?"

"And your hand... is it better?"

Ye Zheng waved his hand in front of her, "It’s still a bit weak, but it should be fine. At least I have enough strength to hold a spatula."

"...Stop joking around, beauty." Yuan Yumeng pouted, "I really feel bad making you cook for me again."

Thinking about it now, no wonder he hadn’t replied to her messages. Turns out he had come here too.

Even someone slower and less clever could understand his intentions, especially since she wasn’t exactly slow or silly.

If she kept pretending, it would really seem insincere.

"Why?" Ye Zheng reached out and gently lifted her chin. The feeling was so good that he didn’t want to let go.

Yuan Yumeng avoided his gaze. Those eyes were too pure, as if they could see deep into his soul. It was hard to imagine someone like him was actually...

She turned her head, trying not to look at him, smiling awkwardly, "I would feel embarrassed!"

The next second, she was embraced by the man, her nose full of pleasant medicinal scents, "If you marry me, you won’t need to feel embarrassed. It’s only right for a husband to cook for his wife."

"Beau-beau..."

Yuan Yumeng’s voice was trembling.

"Be good, call me by my name, Ye Zheng," the man whispered softly.

"Alright, Ye Zheng—" Yuan Yumeng was really not used to things happening so quickly, "Can you let go of me first?"

The man, always a gentleman, naturally released her but not before leaving a gentle kiss on her cheek, "Hungry? I’ll make you something to eat."

"I ate a lot outside today and haven’t digested yet. You haven’t eaten, right? I’ll help you cook in the kitchen. What do you want to eat?"

The man’s eyes were so deep and affectionate that Yuan Yumeng felt the urge to escape, and she really did, immediately running to the kitchen, shouting, "I’ll just whip up something. Whatever’s in the fridge."

"Alright—"

Ye Zheng smiled lightly; whatever she cooked, no matter how bad, he would eat it.

As Yuan Yumeng was working hard in the kitchen, she received a call from an unknown number. Puzzled, she answered, "Hello—"

"Little fatty, do you remember me?"

"..."

"You are...?" Yuan Yumeng didn’t immediately recognize the voice, "Are you the director by any chance?"

She would never forget this voice, the voice that accompanied her during her most helpless and needy times, telling her bedtime stories.

Although the voice now sounded a bit aged, it was still just as gentle.

"Yes, it’s me. We haven’t seen each other in over ten years. Your foster parents requested that I not contact you before you turned twenty, so it’s my fault for not reaching out."

Yuan Yumeng held back her tears, "No, it’s my fault. I should have visited you long ago, but... I never did."

"Then come by! There’s a chance this weekend. I’ve invited some others too, just a gathering. Who knows when the next will be? Would you like to come?"

"Yes, of course—" Yuan Yumeng was extremely excited but hesitated at the thought, "Director, will Little Mo Mo be there?"

"I just called him. He said he’ll come if he has the time, but it’s not certain yet."

Yuan Yumeng immediately started praying, hoping he would be swamped with work over the weekend!

She really didn’t want to see him again.