Chapter 389 - Louis’ Call (1/2)

On her way back from the Zhang family, Cheng Anya’s heart was extremely heavy and she remained silent throughout. Zhang Bo’s ashes disrupted the joyous atmosphere in the family. The cries of Old Madam Zhang, Zhang Bo’s grandmother, and the others resonated around her ear. The younger members of the Zhang family were in a deep-seated rage and wanted to seek justice for Zhang Bo.

Everybody was embroiled in grief and hatred. Cheng Anya’s gaze was deep and she slightly sighed.

Commander Zhang did not blame her. Instead, he thanked her for bringing Zhang Bo’s ashes back so that his soul could return to the Zhang family. While everybody in the Zhang family was thankful, their thankfulness made her heart sink even more.

Although the blame for the incident could not be clearly pinned on a person, a life was still lost and she could not help but take responsibility for it.

Third Young Master Ye was extremely silent and did not say a word along the way. When they reached home, both of them had no appet.i.te and thus did not have dinner. They decided they would rather skip dinner.

After Cheng Anya had a shower, she felt slightly better. Third Young Master Ye was still busy in the study room. Cheng Anya was tired to the bone. She rested on the bed called Li Yun. During the middle of the night, she felt the bed around her slightly sink in and herself being warmly embraced by somebody. The familiar scent, strength of the hug, and the forceful kiss on her lips a.s.sured her.

When she woke up in the morning, she woke up hungry.

As Third Young Master Ye had long awoken, the bed next to her had long cooled down. When she turned around to see the time, she was shocked and quickly scrambled out of bed and rushed down after she quickly washed and changed up. Third Young Master Ye was reading the newspapers by the table, which had two sets of breakfast on it.

“Finally awake, huh?” Third Young Master Ye looked up and laughed. Under the morning sun, his delicate features carried laziness and his beauty was charming. Cheng Anya was, for a moment, dazed and forgot the time.

‘This man is really alluring.’

“How could you not wake me up? We’re already late for work.” Cheng Anya rushed over. As he had prepared breakfast not too long ago, its warmth could be felt. While the breakfast prepared could not be compared to what the young kid prepared, it still tasted good.

“What’s with being late? n.o.body has an opinion about you not turning up at work.” Third Young Master Ye smiled domineeringly. He was Third Young Master Ye. He was the one who ran the company and had the last word.

Cheng Anya rolled her eyes at him and could not be bothered about him. She suddenly said, “Are we hiring a part-timer?”

“For?”

“To clean and prepare meals.”

“That won’t be necessary.” Third Young Master Ye closed the newspapers he finished reading and put them on the table. He took a mouthful of coffee and said, “I’ll make the dishes. You clean the floor and tidy the rooms.”

As he never liked others intruding into his private s.p.a.ce, he would have someone clean up the rooms once a week when he was staying by himself. Since he did not need to prepare the dishes at home, he would handle the rest of the ch.o.r.es himself since he felt uneasy whenever somebody overstayed even for the slightest moment.

Cheng Anya looked up and down the stairs. Cleaning everything up would take a lot of effort.

Forget it. She knew that Third Young Master Ye was an extremely a.n.a.l person. She suddenly recalled her small apartment and her all-capable son. She said, “I only learn how important Ning Ning is after he is not by my side.”

Third Young Master Ye’s lips twitched. He did not comment at his wife who managed to turn their son into an all-able nanny.

“Oh, yes, let’s head to the civil administration office when you have the time,” Third Young Master Ye casually said. His expressions seemed to say, ‘It’s going to rain today, so prepare your umbrella.’

As he said that, he looked downward, sipping his coffee. The gesture obscured the smile in his gaze.

“So you want to get married, hmmm…” Cheng Anya dragged her reply. A month ago, she said that they would get married once Louis’ debacle ended. When she was imprisoned by Louis on the island, she was thinking about it. Had she knew that she would end up being imprisoned, she should not have remained duplicitous and married Third Young Master Ye even earlier.

She did not want to marry Third Young Master Ye in the past because she was uneasy. She did not know whether he really loved her or loved her because of Ning Ning. Knowing that Third Young Master Ye was even more desperate than any of them to have a family, there was nothing strange about him feigning his love for a person.

Following this incident, she completely dispelled the idea.

She recalled how the two of them looked up at the sea of stars as they sat on the rock that night. Cheng Anya then was thinking of immediately marrying him once they were free. She badly wanted to be Mrs. Ye.

Now that they were safe—at least for now—getting married or not made no difference. As she carried a child in her, to not want to marry Third Young Master Ye was too duplicitous of her, and clearly not how Miss Cheng would carry herself.

“You don’t want to marry me?” Third Young Master Ye raised his eyebrows as he looked up, his slender fingers rubbing against the cup. The atmosphere became slightly cold.

Cheng Anya smiled and said, “I was thinking about whether I will look bad when I wear a wedding gown with a huge bulge at my belly.”

This was an extremely serious question.

She did not want to get married with a huge belly. It was clumsy and bad-looking.

Third Young Master Ye was satisfied. His face lit up and he said, “We’ll get married before Chinese New Year.”

“Whatever works for you.”

He gently smiled and had a mouthful of coffee. He then tilted his head to the side and looked at Cheng Anya, who was in deep thought. She was not making things difficult for him this time? Not stopping him from proposing to her? Who had once said that proposing without 9999 roses was insincere?

As long as she liked it, he would give her exactly what she wanted.

Third Young Master Ye tapped his fingers on the table and said with a hint of unhappiness, “Miss Cheng, we are talking about marriage here. Could you at least show me that you are happy about it? How could you give me this feeling that I am goading you into something unwholesome?”

Miss Cheng was aghast!

Goading her into something undesirable? She was aghast. Third Young Master Ye, what kind of d.a.m.n saying was that?

Miss Cheng pouted to show her happiness. Third Young Master Ye rolled his eyes and immediately embraced her, forcefully kissing the back of her head.

“Call me hubby.” Third Young Master Ye rubbed the reddened area from her kiss as their noses touched each other. His black and bright eyes were as deep as the sea and seemed ready to devour anybody.

This feeling made her feel extremely fl.u.s.tered.

“Fat hope.” Cheng Anya pushed him away and scooted away. “Time for work.”

As he followed her out of the door, he shook his head and smiled.

Getting married, huh…

He was starting to antic.i.p.ate it little by little, antic.i.p.ating her in a white wedding gown. After all those years of being apart from each other, they would count on each other for their survival. He loved her and would for his entire life.

They finally stood in front of An Ning International. Cheng Anya saw the two words and a slight smile appeared on her face.

An Ning…

Third Young Master Ye said that all his accomplishments lay in the name itself. The name was a double entendre.

“Ah Chen, say what you said back then again.” Cheng Anya grabbed his sleeve and pleaded. As she did not personally hear them but instead read about them, she felt that those words felt so duplicitous to the point it was almost impossible for Third Young Master Ye to say them.