C42 I'll Promise You One Thing!

"Wait." The man's commanding voice echoed from behind.

Xiong Miao stopped in her tracks and turned around stiffly.

"Come and sit." Zhan Yeling strode over to the sofa with his long legs, sat down with a relaxed posture, and casually crossed his legs.

With her escape thwarted, Xiong Miao clenched her palm to calm her nerves and obediently took a seat.

As luck would have it, she chose the exact spot where the sofa was slightly damaged.

The soft leather bore nothing more than a scratch mark.

And yet, that tiny blemish was supposedly going to cost her fifty thousand yuan!

She hadn't even figured out her life yet, let alone how she could afford to pay him fifty thousand yuan.

Maybe a black pen and some shoe polish could fix it?

That would save her fifty thousand yuan.

Fortunately, she had a black, oil-based pen in her bag.

Xiong Miao took out the pen and diligently began to cover the scratch.

The sofa was black, the pen was black, and it was the kind that wouldn't easily fade.

Covering it up should do the trick, right?

"What are you doing!?"

Startled by the authoritative voice, Xiong Miao looked up to meet Zhan Yeling's icy gaze.

Suddenly feeling awkward, she didn't know where to put her hands and let out a nervous chuckle, "Um, I noticed your leather sofa had been scratched by some mischievous kid, so I thought I'd try to fix it for you."

"How did you know it was a child who scratched it?" he inquired.

Xiong Miao's heart lurched.

She was caught. Her guilty conscience nearly revealed that she was the child's mother.

"Before I came in, I overheard the secretary mentioning a child had entered the CEO's office and damaged some property. When I saw the sofa was damaged, I assumed it was the work of that child," Xiong Miao quickly concocted a plausible explanation.

"It's fine. The child's parents have already compensated for the damage," Zhan Yeling said nonchalantly.

"Oh, that's good to hear. I'm glad it's been resolved."

But inside, Xiong Miao was seething: Easy for you to say! Fifty thousand yuan, how many jobs do I have to take on to earn that back?

Xiong Miao mentally berated the infuriatingly handsome man before her a thousand times over, all while maintaining a poised, professional smile.

"You've been working exceptionally hard. To reward you, you may request one condition," Zhan Yeling said, cradling his coffee cup and taking a sip with such elegance and nobility it left one awestruck.

"Any condition?" Xiong Miao wouldn't dream of declining such a work-related reward. It was a rare chance to 'pluck a feather' from the notoriously stingy Zhan Yeling.

"I..."

"Any condition, except for money."

Just as Xiong Miao was about to request a cash bonus, he interjected, abruptly cutting off her request.

She needed nothing but money. Without the option of a monetary reward, what could she possibly ask for? It was clear that getting the upper hand with Director Zhan wouldn't be so simple.

"I haven't decided yet. May I inform you once I've made up my mind, Director Zhan?" Xiong Miao proposed.

"Of course," Zhan Yeling replied, setting down his coffee cup with a slight, enigmatic smile. His good looks were amplified by that smile, captivating and utterly disarming.

Xiong Miao's vision nearly swam as her heart raced uncontrollably. She was, after all, a normal woman; how could she remain unaffected by such charm?

She considered herself composed. If Su Mumu were to witness Zhan Yeling bestowing that bewitching smile upon her, she'd likely let out an excited scream and might even tackle him then and there.