C8 Do You Believe I Won't Kill You

"Oh..."

A numbing pain came from her chest and the string in Yeh Yufan's mind called "reason" finally broke.

"Bastard, where do you pinch your hand? If you dare to touch that place again, do you believe that I will kill you?"

Yeh Yufan widened her eyes in anger and tried her best to make herself look fierce and fierce, but when matched with her charming voice, it did not have the slightest bit of lethality.

The more she refused to yield, the more vibrant and charming her face became.

Kill him!

No one had ever dared to be so arrogant in front of him.

A hint of interest flashed in Ji Jing'an's dark eyes, "Miss Yeh, congratulations, you have successfully aroused my interest."

He laughed lightly and lowered his head to seriously examine this woman who was baring her fangs and brandishing her claws to resist.

Ji Jing'an had seen many beautiful women, but to date, Yeh Yufan was the first woman who was so beautiful that it made him feel comfortable.

He had to admit that when he accidentally glanced at her at a banquet, he was attracted by the evil and desire that was hidden deep in his heart. Gazing.

Her skin was white and red, as pink as fresh peaches on the market. It was as if a light pinch could produce sweet juice.

Her eyes were long and charming, and they were filled with watery mist. She was clearly glaring at him fiercely, but it made his chest feel weak.

"Psycho!"

Yeh Yufan was frightened by his stare. While he was in a trance, she suddenly pushed him away and ran out of the ward in a hurry.

When she rushed out of the corridor, she vaguely heard Ji Jing'an's low laughter. Yeh Yufan hurriedly sped up and escaped.

The Ye family business started from real estate. It was medium-sized and was located in the north of City T.

When Yeh Yufan arrived, it was already 3: 30 in the afternoon.

"Miss, CEO Ye is still having a meeting in the conference room." In the CEO's room, Yeh Zhenyuan's secretary, Bai Qiang, made a cup of coffee and handed it to Yeh Yufan respectfully.

Bai Qiang was around fifty years old and was very capable. He was the secretary who had followed Yeh Zhenyuan for the longest time.

Yeh Yufan was not in the mood to drink coffee. She took it and put it aside. She pinched her eyebrows and thought, "Uncle Bai, I have an urgent matter to discuss with my dad. How long until the meeting ends?"

Bai Qiang raised his hand and looked at his watch. "About half an hour."

"Okay. Uncle Bai, you go ahead with your work. I will wait here."

Yeh Yufan majored in finance and accounting. Once she graduated from university, she listened to her father's arrangements and entered her own company as the deputy director of finance.

After the wedding with Chen Zifeng, she resigned and became a full-time wife.

At that time, she liked this job very much and did it happily. However, under Chen Zifeng's encouragement, she quit her job and focused on taking care of their nest.

Now that she thought about it, all of this must have been arranged by Chen Zifeng long ago.

How many good things had Chen Zifeng done to hide it from her?

Yeh Yufan bit her pale lips, as if her heart was immersed in an ice cave.

Yeh Zhenyuan opened the office door and saw Yeh Yufan sitting on the sofa. He walked over and touched her head and laughed, "Yufan, why do you have time to see Dad today?"

"Dad, I missed you so I came."

After marriage, Chen Zifeng always stressed on raising the relationship between husband and wife in front of her. Yeh Yufan listened to him and almost never returned to the company. She even slowly distanced herself from her father and put Chen Zifeng in the first position.

At this moment, looking at Yeh Zhenyuan's kind face, Yeh Yufan could not tell what she felt in her heart.

Humiliation, depression, cold heart, all kinds of emotions were mixed together. It made her regret even more so that she wanted to hit the wall.

"Bai Qiang said you have urgent matters to discuss with me. Is it because you don't have enough money?"

"No." Yeh Yufan slowly shook her head and asked directly, "Dad, other than the 50% you gave me, how much shares do you have?"