C3 Little Brother How Come You Havent Made Any Progress?

"What did you say?"

The man's eyes darkened instantly. "Say that again?"

"I said, there's nothing for us to talk about." Yann Qiai shook off Yan Zhimo's grip on her arm. "My family's company isn't planning to sell, so there's nothing to discuss!"

With that, Yann Qiai turned to leave.

But in the next moment, she almost cried out. The man behind her grabbed her arm forcefully, pinning her against the table where the contract was supposed to be signed, right on top of the spilled water from earlier.

"Yann Qiai." His eyes bore into hers, filled with anger. He spoke slowly, emphasizing each word, "Weren't you supposed to have died in that fire five years ago?"

She let out a bitter laugh. "Yeah, sure... But whether I'm dead or alive, what's it to you?"

"Did you really think I'd just let myself burn to death because you wanted me to?"

"What did you say?" His grip on her tightened, and his eyes were full of menace. Yann Qiai suddenly felt like he might actually kill her.

"Yann Qiai, I'm not that despicable! I had nothing to do with that fire! Stop accusing me!" Yan Zhimo's eyes were practically blazing with fury.

But Yann Qiai just gave a dismissive smile and turned her head away, clearly uninterested in even looking at him. "Let's just say it happened the way you claim."

She was too tired to explain to this cold-hearted man.

"You..." Yan Zhimo was at a loss, faced with a woman who seemed immune to his anger.

"Yann Qiai! Where have you been these past five years?" He grabbed her throat, demanding an answer.

"What does it matter to you?" Yann Qiai replied sharply, without a moment's hesitation. "Mr. Yan, you sure know how to show concern."

With a tone full of sarcasm, Yann Qiai pushed Yan Zhimo away and stood up from the table. "According to the law, after two years of separation, we can get an automatic divorce!"

"Tomorrow, I'm filing the papers in court!" A cold, mocking smile appeared on her face. "Five years, and you've finally reached this moment. Are you happy?"

"Hahaha..." Yan Zhimo's expression darkened like a storm cloud.

"Yann Qiai, don't forget!" Yan Zhimo's voice suddenly rose. "We're not divorced yet! So, you're still Mrs. Yan! Please remember your status!"

Yann Qiai rolled her eyes, clearly uninterested in listening, her gaze wandering around the room, not even bothering to look at Yan Zhimo.

"This venue is so poorly decorated, it doesn't match the status of Chairman Yan at all," Yann Qiai said, not hiding the sarcasm in her voice.

"Yann Qiai, I'm talking to you!"

Yan Zhimo reached out, gripping her delicate chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Your 'back from the dead' act is quite the spectacle!"

"Thanks for the compliment. I've always been interesting," Yann Qiai replied, fearlessly locking eyes with him.

"Yann Qiai... what exactly is your goal?" Yan Zhimo lowered his voice. "You were dead for five years, and now you're suddenly back. What are you after?"

"What am I after?" Yann Qiai suddenly laughed.

"Chairman Yan, you're giving yourself too much credit," she drawled with exaggerated disdain. "You're not worth having a 'goal' for!"

Yan Zhimo didn't reply, just stepped back, taking a long look at her.

"Five years apart, and you've changed quite a bit," he said with a cold smile.

"Well, thank you for the compliment, Director Yan." Yann Qiai noticed Yan Zhimo was giving her a once-over, so she deliberately straightened her posture and shot him a flirtatious glance.

Yan Zhimo felt a sudden rush of heat rising from within. "You really have gotten better at enticing men! Your outfit is quite alluring, and you’re strutting around here on purpose. Too bad—" Yan Zhimo leaned in closer to her ear and whispered, "It’s all for nothing!"

"What’s useless? You?" Yann Qiai stepped back, putting some space between them. "What I wear is none of your business. Do you think every woman who dresses nicely is trying to seduce you?"

"Wow, Director Yan, still so naive. You think the whole world revolves around you, and every woman is just dying to sleep with you..." Yann Qiai finished with a tone like she was telling a fairy tale, then looked at Yan Zhimo with a gaze that seemed to say, "Bless your heart."

"I'm grateful for your praise about my progress, Director Yan. But it's been five years, and you haven't 'progressed' at all, have you?"