A Well-Played Card

The offices were separated by frosted glass. Zhang Yang couldn't make out the visitor's face, but he heard her voice. Meng Xue's voice was distinctive enough for him to recognize it.

She was the proud, untouchable eldest daughter of the Meng Family. Zhang Yang had pursued her before, only to be rejected again and again. Back then, she hadn't even given him a proper look.

And now she had finally come looking for him.

Zhang Yang was thrilled. He couldn't help remembering her beautiful, supple body and the intimacy that still lingered in his mind.

But he had to keep his composure. He knew who she was and why she had come, yet he pretended otherwise. Without even looking to see who was at the door, he made a bold remark to put her in her place and raise his own standing.

"Zhang Yang, it's me!"

"..."

Zhang Yang paused, looking displeased. He gave her no warm welcome.

"Mr. Zhang, it's Meng Xue."

Zhang Yang broke into a smile. With a wave, he sent his employees back to work, then led Meng Xue into his office.

As soon as Meng Xue entered Yangfan Consulting Company, she felt an oppressive weight. The atmosphere was unlike that of any ordinary company. There was none of the usual bustle.

Stranger still, she had the vague sense that everyone here was extraordinary.

Perhaps she felt that way because of what she knew about Zhang Yang. He was a mysterious man.

"Miss Meng, what brings you here?"

Zhang Yang sat down without offering much hospitality. He didn't even take her to the reception room next door for tea. Instead, he handed her a bottle of mineral water that cost one yuan.

Pride like hers called for a cold splash in the face. He wanted to