Back inside the cafeteria, Xi Yuan remained standing, closing his eyes for a brief moment as he inhaled, steadying his breath.
He needed composure, desperately. He was the CEO, damn it.
He was the Devil of the business world.
He was not—absolutely not—a man who chuckled over his younger brother's forced fashion downgrade.
Yet, as always, his wild little kitten's antics threatened that polished façade.
She delighted in shaking his carefully constructed image, pulling the solemn mask right off his face and replacing it with warmth he never allowed anyone else to see.
One smile from her, one gift like this—and suddenly, the King had to wrestle against laughter like an ordinary man.
The door clicked open again.
Xi Wei walked in, phone in hand, his grin wide and far too satisfied. "Got them," he announced, victorious.
He held up the device proudly, showing off several crystal-clear shots of Xi Fang's fluffy-footed humiliation. "Future blackmail material secured."
