Chapter 103: Young Madam Definitely Likes You

Song Huan Yan is cold and rigid, lofty and aloof, refusing to act coquettishly or show gentle weakness.

Even Qin Zi Mo, who has been dating her for four or five years, grew weary over time.

A man as lofty as Nan Gong Yu, brimming with King's Aura, might, at most after a year or a year and a half, also grow tired of her.

Qiao An's smile widened; in short, let's wait and see Song Huan Yan!

If she can snatch Qin Zi Mo, she will certainly snatch Nan Gong Yu!

Nan Gong Yu, Nan Gong Jue, Qin Zi Mo… each has his own merits…

She likes them all… wants them all!

Qiao An stepped out of the restroom.

Those filthy thoughts of hers, Nan Gong Jue of course doesn't know.

He gazed gently, calmly and restrainedly at the petite girlfriend walking gracefully toward him.

Just as he was about to speak, Nan Gong Jue's phone suddenly rang.

It was Nan Gong Yu calling him.

Nan Gong Jue answered.

Nan Gong Yu: "Where are you?"

Nan Gong Jue: "Brother, I'm in the Yu Huang Bieshu."

Nan Gong Yu raised an eyebrow.

Nan Gong Jue laughed, "Got a villa for a girlfriend; brother won't mind, right?"

Nan Gong Yu, unsurprised, replied indifferently, "Do as you wish, no need to inform me. But… is that An?"

Nan Gong Jue laughed, "Brother, how many girlfriends do I still have?"

Nan Gong Yu rubbed his forehead, his gaze cold, "Tell me, what happened between you and her in childhood that makes you love and dote on her so?"

Nan Gong Jue told Nan Gong Yu.

It wasn't really a big matter, nor a life‑saving favor.

After listening, Nan Gong Yu said, "Even so, as I told you last night, this partner of yours still needs consideration."

Hearing this, Nan Gong Jue felt a bit displeased; just now he had been passionately kissing Qiao An, so his feelings naturally grew.

He pinched the phone and moved aside, saying, "Brother, as you say, everyone has their own preferences. You think she's not good, I think she's fine."

Nan Gong Yu replied bluntly, "Then your eyesight is off."

Nan Gong Jue said, "In matters of love, a lover sees their beloved as a beauty. Just as you think Elder Sister-in-law is fine and, given your status, you don't mind her past relationships, I think An An is equally fine."

Nan Gong Yu, displeased, said, "Can your partner compare with your Elder Sister-in-law? Our families are long‑standing friends; we know each other's roots, have watched them grow, and understand their character and conduct. Though we hadn't interacted much before, we still have basic knowledge."

Nan Gong Jue replied, "Do you think mere familiarity guarantees it's okay? Let me tell you…"

Nan Gong Jue recounted what Qiao An had said to Nan Gong Yu, then added, "Elder Sister-in-law still harbors lingering feelings for that man; brother, you must have a sense of that, right?"

Nan Gong Yu snorted disdainfully, then, with a cold tone, said, "Second brother, Song Huan Yan is already my lawful wife. Whether she still has lingering feelings or wants to choose anew, it's her freedom. As long as she doesn't betray me during the marriage, what right do I have to blame her? I have no right, so what right do you have to criticize her?"

This put Nan Gong Jue at a loss.

But he immediately replied, "Then brother, it's mutual. Qiao An will soon become my lawful wife, and I hope you won't criticize her either."

Nan Gong Yu said, "Whether she can become your wife is still an unknown. I don't think highly of her. What, you won't even listen to my words?"

In matters of love, Nan Gong Jue was also stubborn, saying, "She isn't your wife, so you don't need to approve of her; I like her, that's enough."

Nan Gong Yu said, "Fine. Then let's wait and see whose judgment is accurate, yours or my keen eye."

Nan Gong Jue, displeased, said, "Brother, this is my personal feeling. Is it necessary for you to make a fuss over my personal feelings? Are you targeting Qiao An?"

Nan Gong Yu laughed, "Targeting? Does she even deserve it?"

Nan Gong Jue shouted, "Brother!"

"Alright, alright, alright," Nan Gong Yu said, "I'll keep my opinion and leave it to time."

The brothers' conversation was far from pleasant.

Nan Gong Jue, angry, hung up first.

Nan Gong Yu, also angry, threw his phone onto the Office Desk, saying, "Second brother really is disobedient! Last night the scheme was so obvious, yet he was like he'd drunk a bewildering potion and couldn't see it. What kind of good thing can a person who initiates a scheme be?"

Meng Changfeng, standing nearby, hurriedly said, "The second young master might truly like Miss Qiao. The Emperor, love often blinds people. It's not only women's love; men have it too. Perhaps, even if Miss Qiao isn't a good person, the second young master would still be willing to tolerate her."

Hearing this, Nan Gong Yu grew even angrier, saying, "Marry a virtuous wife. An unvirtuous wife brings disaster to three generations, yet you speak of tolerance? Does he think infinite tolerance makes a good man?"

Meng Changfeng said, "They're just starting, probably at the peak. When you only see the good in each other, after a while, perhaps the second young master will develop different thoughts."

Nan Gong Yu took a deep breath, his face even colder, tone more displeased, "He still has the nerve to criticize Song Huan Yan."

Meng Zhangfeng was startled, "Imperial Emperor, are you angry about this?"

Nan Gong Yu picked up the Cigarette Pack on the Office Desk, took out a cigarette, put it back halfway, and said, "What are you saying about Song Huan Yan still having lingering feelings for her ex‑boyfriend?"

Meng Changfeng hurried, "How could that be! Miss isn't foolish; you're so outstanding, how could her ex‑boyfriend compare? Miss must definitely like you!"

Nan Gong Yu fell silent.

After a while he said, "If her ex‑boyfriend didn't do anything excessive, and she didn't drive him out of the company or out of Kyoto, that would be noble character. However, I recall… on the matchmaking day she hinted, without stating specifics, that she was clearly the one who was hurt or betrayed."

Song Huan Yan said that a few months later there would be a revenge, and she would also pull her into something respectable.

So any talk of lingering feelings is nonsense.

"Hmm," Meng Changfeng nodded, "the Emperor, your analysis is spot on!"

As soon as the words finished, the desk landline rang, and Meng Zhangfeng answered.

After listening for a moment, he said to Nan Gong Yu, "Imperial Emperor, there is a woman named Qin Jiao Jiao who claims to be the younger sister of Young Madam's ex‑boyfriend and wants to see you, saying she has something to tell you, and is causing a scene in the Company Lobby refusing to leave."

Not long after, Qin Jiao Jiao was taken to the CEO's office, her face full of shock.

This place… is huge, both grand, luxurious, and advanced.

When she saw Nan Gong Yu sitting on the Big Chair, she was even more utterly shocked.

The man's King's Aura was innate, and sitting in this massive office, his aura completely filled the whole space.

He is the king of this entire sprawling, dragon‑coil‑shaped conglomerate…

When the secretary led her forward, her legs went weak, barely able to control themselves.

After she stepped forward, Meng Zhangfeng said, "What is it you want to say?"

Qin Jiao Jiao looked at Nan Gong Yu, and his aura left her a little dazed, almost forgetting what she intended to say.

It took her several seconds to react, then she spoke bluntly, "Nan Gong… sir. My brother, after learning that Sister Song Huan Yan got married, was so devastated he fell ill. He even contemplated suicide, not wanting… to live."

Hearing this, Nan Gong Yu found it genuinely amusing and stared at her, "So?"

Qin Jiao Jiao felt her whole body go numb under his cold, sharp gaze.

Fear, terror, awe, and an inexplicable yearning.

The man's charisma and sexual tension were overwhelming, the kind that blankets everything; just sitting on that Big Chair was enough to make one's legs go weak.

His power was impressive enough, but his handsome looks were truly mouth‑watering.

Seeing that she didn't dare utter a word, Nan Gong Yu's face grew cold, "What is your purpose? Here to waste words?"

This is the difference between ordinary people and big shots.

Big shots don't speak nonsense, don't listen to nonsense, and rarely speak nonsense.

If there is nonsense, it depends on who it's with.

Qin Jiao Jiao shivered, forced herself, tears falling, and said, "Could you be kind enough to return… Sister Song Huan Yan… back to my brother."

Nan Gong Yu: "…"

"Did he die?" Nan Gong Yu suddenly asked.

Qin Jiao Jiao's tears streamed down as she shook her head, "No, but he… wants to kill himself. I beg you…"

Qin Jiao Jiao suddenly knelt down.

She considered herself thus, appearing especially virtuous.

Incredibly kind, pitifully delicate.

Also something that makes men' hearts flutter.

Who would have thought Nan Gong Yu was too lazy even to look at her, saying, "Then let him die quickly; no one will stop him."

After speaking, he turned to Meng Zhangfeng, "Take the person out; never let them back in again."

"Yes." Meng Zhangfeng bowed his head.

"Lord sir!" Qin Jiao Jiao was pulled up by Meng Changfeng, still shouting, still trying to say something.

She hadn't said a few words yet, how could they already drive her away?

But Meng Zhangfeng interrupted, saying, "If you dare utter another word, I'll stitch your mouth shut!"

Having said that, he pushed Qin Jiao Jiao away.

Qin Jiao Jiao felt unwilling, yet could do nothing.

She turned, tears streaming, and glanced at Nan Gong Yu.

But Nan Gong Yu was already focusing on the document in his hand, eyes lowered, steady and composed, utterly indifferent.

Meng Zhangfeng couldn't help but scold, "How brain‑dead can you be to come to Lord Yu and say this? Without an eight‑hundred‑year cerebral thrombosis you couldn't have done this."

Qin Jiao Jiao's face flushed red from the scolding, she bit her lip tightly and said, "I'm doing this for my brother!"

Meng Zhangfeng sneered, "Is your brother God? Must everyone accommodate him? Crazy."

Qin Jiao Jiao was expelled from the CEO's office.

She felt resentment and jealousy inside—Song Huan Yan, that bitch!

How does she have such good luck?

The secretary, knowing she had been driven out, was too lazy to bother with her and directly had Security twist her and escort her away.

He also taunted her, "What kind of scum dares to come to the Imperial Emperor to flaunt their existence?"

Near quitting time, Song Huan Yan didn't expect Leng Jian Yue to show up at her CEO office, bringing a Rose.

Song Huan Yan wanted to roll her eyes, finding him extremely boring.

She also didn't know what kind of medicine was being sold in the gourd.

Leng Jian Yue placed the Rose on the Office Desk and smiled, "Long time no see, Miss Song."

Song Huan Yan pursed her lips in a neutral expression, lifted her hand, grabbed the Rose from the desk, and tossed it straight into a nearby trash can.

With a bang, she also tossed Leng Jian Yue's face away.

But Leng Jian Yue wasn't angry; instead he teased, tilting his head, clicking his lips, "Still so wild. Truly makes my heart race."

Song Huan Yan didn't waste words with him, saying directly, "Lord Yu has returned."

Leng Jian Yue raised an eyebrow, "Hm? So what of it."

Song Huan Yan said coolly, "You have quite the nerve."

Leng Jian Yue's smile widened, "If you weren't bold, how could you like me?"

Song Huan Yan's face turned cold as she looked at him, "He'll be here soon to pick me up; don't be in a hurry to leave."

Leng Jian Yue said, "My relationship with Lord Yu has always been good."

Song Huan Yan smiled, then sneered, "Mr. Leng, you are truly forgetful. The last time Changfeng slapped you, how did it feel?"