Hidden Marriage to the End: My Husband Is a Dramatist

Chapter 170

Closing his eyes and standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows for a while, Yan Xijue turned around and walked to the desk. He took the documents in his hands and walked to the office and went directly to the conference room.

When Su Anqian came out of the elevator in a hurry, a secretary was already waiting at the door, "Miss An, this way please."

In fact, many people know that she is Su Anqian, but as long as she is not called by her full name, she is basically called Miss An, and the secretary also calls her after Ji Cheng.

"Has the meeting already started?" Su Anqian frowned slightly, but kept walking.

But to be honest, she was used to the life there in the past two years, and she was still nervous when she was suddenly asked to participate in such a high-level meeting.

Walking to the door of the conference room, the secretary opened the door for her with a smile, and then invited her in before closing the door and leaving.

Seeing that the oval conference table was almost full, Su Anqian tightened her bag tightly. She didn't know the content of today's meeting at all, and of course she didn't know why there were so many people.

When he walked over, he gave Yan Xijue an unfriendly glance, and then walked towards the empty seat.

Her position was diagonally across from Yan Xijue, not too far away, at least she could see his cold face clearly when she looked up, so she had to lower her head and searched in her bag but couldn't find an emergency notebook.

Yan Xijue's indifferent gaze swept over her lowered eyebrows, and then started the meeting.

As the end of the year is approaching, this meeting is just to urge all departments to finish the year well, and then ask the administrative department to make a new year-end dividend plan.

From what Su Anqian heard, it really had nothing to do with her, so the more she listened, the more she frowned, and looked at Yan Xijue again.

I really don't know why he called her here.

Fortunately, he didn't make things difficult for her, an equity holder who only showed her face once in two years, to speak.

At the end of the meeting, people filed out one after another, but Yan Xijue sat firmly on his seat, and Ji Cheng stood beside him respectfully.

In the middle, Su Anqian wanted to leave, she stood up, but she saw Yan Xijue's gaze, staring at her every movement deeply and coldly.

Sighing slightly, she had to stand still, waiting to see what he had to say.

Finally the meeting room was quiet, and Yan Xijue also got up from his seat, and said lightly: "Follow me to the office."

Su Anqian couldn't help but rolled her eyes. After waiting for such a long time, she was asked to go to the office. Didn't she say it earlier?

She rushed all the way here, but she didn't notice that the high heels on her feet were ten centimeters taller. She has been standing for a long time now, and she is very tired.

Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, he followed silently to the office.

"Just tell me if you have anything to say." After entering the door, she didn't close the door.

Yan Xijue stood by the window with one hand in his pocket, a cigarette between his fingertips, he didn't light it, he just turned around and stared at her for a while, then walked over to close the door and then walked back.

In the middle, Su Anqian just stood there, only frowning slightly when he closed the door.

Yan Xijue, who walked by her, didn't look at her, but said coolly as if he had eyes in the back of his head: "Afraid of me?"

Su Anqian's brows frowned tightly, and she didn't want to talk to him, "What's the matter?"

Yan Xijue still walked back to the window where he was standing just now, and finally bowed his head to light a cigarette, put half his arm on the open window, and looked back at her casually, "I... told you all about it last night what?"

She looked at him, "You mean in the hotel bathroom?"

Yan Xijue exhaled smoke rings, remained silent, and then said lightly: "Too much to drink."

This can be regarded as an explanation for what he might have said last night. Su Anqian certainly understood, and said lightly: "I have forgotten."

Yan Xijue seemed to nod his head, took the ashtray from the coffee table, held it in his hand, moved his other hand to flick the ashtray, and did not speak.

Su Anqian stood for a while, recalled what happened yesterday, and looked at him, "What happened yesterday, how much did you pay, I will return the money to you."

Yan Xijue lowered his eyebrows slightly, paused for a moment when he flicked the cigarette ash, and then twitched his mouth, "If I remember correctly, you always said you would pay me back the money before, how much did you pay back in the end?"

Su An pursed her lips slightly, "If you need it, just give me a number, and I will pay it back."

He smiled coldly. In fact, he didn't know how much money was in the card yesterday. Anyway, he had always put money in it. It was a long-standing habit. Since signing the marriage agreement with her, every month To put money into it.

She once gave her the card, but she didn't want it, but he still saved money in it, thinking that if one day the Su family was really wiped out by him, she would disappear and break up with him, so it would be good to throw the card to her for emergency .

Unexpectedly, it was an emergency in the end, but it was cheaper for others.

After a while, he finally said: "There is one, tens of millions, I don't know."

It's quite a lot. Su Anqian has only been a chef for two years. It is impossible to make that much money. Then he thought of the equity income, "I'll go back and see how much money I have, and I will give it to you."

Yan Xijue couldn't help laughing while still smoking a cigarette, "What's the point of giving me back the money I earned and transferred to your card?"

Su Anqian stared at his sneer, "Then what do you want? Speaking of which, I didn't ask you to give me an ending yesterday, and it's already pretty good that I didn't deny my account."

Heh, he narrowed his eyes slightly, leaning on the window to look at her with his slender leg propped on the floor, "So I'm just being sentimental when I rescue you, I deserve it, I'm sick?"

The tone was slow, but cold.

Su Anqian didn't answer, she was afraid that the person opposite would get angry if she said anything else.

"Did Ye Ling live with you last night?" Suddenly, he asked again.

Su An frowned slightly, "Are you asking someone to follow me?"

Yan Xijue was indifferent, ignored her words, and continued to ask: "Do you share the same bed?"

She turned her head and looked away slightly, not wanting to answer his question, but just looked in her bag, and just found a card, walked over and bent over to put the card on the coffee table next to him.

He straightened up and looked at him, "This is my salary card for the past two years, and it's a lot of money. You can take it first, and I'll give it to you later if it's not enough."

But Yan Xijue's eyes fell on her when she bent down to put the card, and when she straightened up to look at him, his eyes still stuck to her.

"I'm asking you, do you share the same bed with Ye Ling?" Yan Xijue was already sullen, staring at her with indescribable depression in his black eyes.

Inexplicably, Su Anqian felt nervous, especially thinking about what happened last night.

The next second, he held the cigarette butt by his mouth, held the ashtray in his left hand, and suddenly pulled her clothes away with his right hand free.

"What are you doing!" She had already covered her clothes with her hands.

When going out, she picked out clothes in a hurry, and didn't have time to look in the mirror, let alone know that there were hickey marks on some places on her body.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a while, Yan Xijue stared at her with a cigarette in his mouth, tightened his thin lips, and said in a low voice, "Did he touch you?"

Su Anqian became angry from embarrassment, let go of her hand covering her heart, and gritted her teeth slightly, "Can you control it?"

Another piece of ash from the cigarette butt in his mouth suddenly fell, and the thin lips became colder and colder.

Tightening the bag in her hand, she didn't want to talk to him, so she turned and walked towards the door.

A man's cold voice came from behind: "Stand."

She still didn't stop, but just as she reached the door, she suddenly felt a dangerous aura coming.

"Bang!" Something hit the wall next to her very loudly.

It was the ashtray that Yan Xijue was holding in his hand, and he just threw it out.

Su Anqian almost trembled from fright, then froze, standing still.

When his body was turned around by him, he still had cigarette butts curling from the cooking smoke between his fingertips, and his eyes were still sharp through the smoke.

"I don't need you to pay back the money." He said in a low voice, with cold thin lips and an unwavering tone, "But I once said, since you want to leave, never let me see you again, you didn't do it .”

Su Anqian recovered slightly, and frowned, "So?"

"It was you who said it at the beginning, because there were too many grievances and grievances in your feelings, so you couldn't choose me, Yan Xijue." He was angry, but he didn't get angry, he just said with a sullen face, "Well, now you When we came back, we didn’t have any other grievances before. We only talked about feelings, and we talked about it fairly. Even if Ye Ling and I were allowed to talk about it fairly, what wouldn’t work? Hmm?”

Su Anqian seemed not to understand his words, and frowned, "Why are you like Ye Ling?"

"Why can't I." He asked word by word.

She turned her face, "I don't want to talk to you about this."

He pulled her petite face back, and pinched her chin with his fingertips, "You have to think! I've already said this, if you insist on cutting off the fair chance to be with Ye Ling, well, snatch this evil I, Yan Xijue, are the best at it."

"Yan Xijue." Su Anqian finally got a little angry, "Are you sick? It has nothing to do with who I'm with, why do you care about me?"

"Because I'm your creditor now." He almost didn't think about it, and then pulled the corners of his mouth, "You also want a man who cheated on you, and I'll help you stay away from scumbags, okay?"

"Where are you going?" She said suddenly, looking at him coldly, with flashes of pain and disappointment.

Yan Xijue frowned suddenly, his voice was low, "What did you say?"

After all, Su Anqian looked up at him, "If you weren't too ruthless back then, would it be necessary for us to be like this today?"

If it weren't for his unfeelingness, maybe she would look for him after she became pregnant, but in the end she just happened to be looking for Ye Ling.

I closed my eyes and turned away my face, "So, since you don't have a fate, don't pester me any more. This is not Mr. Yan's style."

Yan Xijue squeezed her hand uncontrollably, "In the past, Yan Xijue would not bother to pursue a woman, but now he will. It's also because of you. If you don't show up, how can I bother you? I said it earlier. You disappeared forever, since you are back, why play hard to get?"

She smiled sarcastically, "Yan Xijue, where did I provoke you? Just let me go, okay? If you want to chase women, just change your target."

"I must!" He almost burst out a few words through his teeth, "I knew it earlier, when you were two or three years old, you wouldn't have provoked me."

Su Anqian really thought that Yan Xijue was a different person, he wouldn't pester her, just like the few times he met when he came back, he was so indifferent, so cold, and always had nothing to do with each other, it's not bad .

Since last night, he has said inexplicable things as if he was stimulated.

She smiled, "If I had known, I should have married Ye Ling first before coming back... Oh, it seems it's not too late to get married now."

The man in front of him looked colder and colder, "You try."

"Okay." She actually smiled.

After all, Yan Xijue changed hands and pinched her waist, "Do you have to be so ignorant? I can have a serious relationship with you, just this one chance, do you want it, or don't you want it?"

Su An frowned slightly, her waist hurt, but she smiled again, "Did Mr. Yan make a mistake? I didn't beg you for this relationship."

What does it mean to want or not?It seemed he was the one who begged.

Yan Xijue pursed his thin lips at what she said, his eyes fell on the hickey marks on her body again, and he loosened his waist, "I don't want to hurt you, and I don't want to repeat the same mistakes, so, as long as you don't get so close to Ye Ling, is that okay? "

She didn't speak.

Yan Xijue's slender fingertips had already parted her skirt, "You didn't let him touch you, did you?"

(End of this chapter)