Chapter 23: A Mentally-Twisted Third Young Master Ye
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Cheng Anya’s eyes were wide open.
As she stared intensely at the president’s office, she took a deep breath, her inner rage burning on intensely. Ye Chen, you pervert, malicious beast! How dare you treat me as nothing!
As if grabbing her lunch was not bad enough, walking away so callously in front of her took it to another level. Did he think that she, with him staring her down, would not dare to eat her lunch?
She had seen shameless people, but none was as shameless as Third Young Master Ye.
As she contemplated rushing in, Third Young Master Ye took the lunchbox out of the president’s office and threw her a red thing.
Cheng Anya subconsciously reached out and caught it.
Master Kang’s braised beef noodles?
Was Third Young Master Ye advertising for Master Kang?
Anya’s eyes widened. Boss Ye, how could you, a person of abundant wealth, consume common people’s instant noodles? You should consume exotic foods like bear hearts and leopard livers, for they were much more befitting of your spendthrift.
“Miss Cheng, eat the instant noodles!” Third Young Master Ye said calmly and was neither flushed nor panting. Cheng Anya heard it and could not wait to pounce onto him and hack him twice.
Third Young Master Ye’s look seemed to imply that the instant noodles were a reward for Cheng Anya.
“Boss Ye, you stole my lunch.”
“As a qualified secretary, you must give due consideration for your boss’s appetite,” Third Young Master Ye said firmly as he ate the second chicken wing. Cheng Anya drooled.
“A normal boss does not steal his subordinate’s lunch.” Cheng Anya smiled while imagining herself as Popeye, pounding Third Young Master Ye into the ground.
Are you implying that you are an abnormal boss?
“Hey, don’t you know that I am abnormal?” Third Young Master Ye calmly retorted, his eyebrows raised and his gaze malicious. With curled lips, he went on to say, “I have a history of mental illness. Shall I show it to you as proof?”
Cheng Anya was stunned by Third Young Master Ye’s cheeky face.
Damn it! I will so trample you to death one day!
Being powerless to change the situation, Cheng Anya turned and left. It was not like she had never eaten instant noodles before.
“Miss Cheng, look at the date on the packaging. It should not have expired.”
Cheng Anya stopped in her footsteps. This sicko was definitely doing this deliberately!
Should she manslaughter Third Young Master Ye one day? She was certain that Third Young Master Ye absolutely deserved it, and she should hence be acquitted.
Cheng Anya held the Master Kang’s instant noodles and calmed down.