Chapter 24: Sadness

Without remorse, Ye Chen enjoyed a fragrant lunch. He was so full and satisfied because he had never had such a nice homemade meal in a long time.

How long had it been?

It had been too long to the point that he could no longer remember.

This afternoon, Ye Chen’s emotions were turbulent and he was so cold as if water vapor could condense on his facial features. If Ye Chen was typically cold and elegant, he was unusually distant and frigid today.

Cheng Anya had received several scolding from him without apparent reason, and the ambiance of the entire office was no different from a freezing winter. Everyone was at risk, and whoever was called into Ye Chen’s office would receive a scolding.

Cheng Anya could tell that Ye Chen was thoroughly vexed.

As the end of the day approached, Ye Chen asked Cheng Anya to make him a cup of coffee. When Anya brought the coffee in, Ye Chen was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his slender figure emanating an oppressive presence.

It was dusk, and the warm light of the setting sun filled the whole office with a warm atmosphere.

Cheng Anya put down the coffee and reminded Ye Chen of it.

“Miss Cheng, please cancel my appointments for this evening,” Third Young Master Ye said with a slightly dull voice and did not turn around. There was a deep sadness in Third Young Master Ye’s voice.

“Yes!”

As Cheng Anya slowly walked out of the president’s office, she could not help but look at Third Young Master Ye again.

He had a strong charm and always involuntarily drew the attention of others. He was elegant, cold, ruthless…

He is the perfect homme fatale.

In her opinion, Third Young Master Ye was very powerful, nearly omnipotent.

However, a sense of sadness and nostalgia ran through Third Young Master Ye today. He seemed to be missing somebody, and the warmth of the setting sun had no effect on him.

Even the warmth of the setting sun could not reach his thoughts and sorrows.

Cheng Anya’s heart hurt slightly. The more powerful a person was, the more they would hide their weaknesses. No crying, not showing their weaknesses… Such people, in fact, had a place in their hearts that was fragile and much tenderer than anyone else’s.

Such a setting, combined with such a person and such a shadow, made the damn perfect tragic lead in any hammy drama.

Third Young Master Ye, are you becoming more tragic and sentimental?

That was really…

Perfect!