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Chapter 10: Yan Man, Don’t Be Greedy

Tan Qishen released the hand resting on her waist. Once his desire was withdrawn, he returned to his usual cold demeanor. In a deep voice, he said, “Yan Man, don’t be greedy.”

Yan Man picked up on the implication — don’t be greedy. The fact that he agreed to date her for two years was already a luxury, so how could she dare to expect more?

The smile on her lips slowly faded. To be honest, though she had grown used to Tan Qishen’s hot-and-cold nature over the past year, she still couldn’t stand how he could look at her with such a cold face.

Tang Qingshuo would never treat her like this.

Seeing Yan Man’s expression fall, Tan Qishen’s heart unexpectedly twinged with pain. He turned his head away to avoid looking at her.

A few seconds later, after who knows what kind of internal pep talk she gave herself, Yan Man raised her head again. Her charming and delicate face was still the same, but the grievance and complexity in her eyes had vanished, replaced by determination and tenderness. She looked at him and said, “But you’re still my boyfriend right now, aren’t you?”

She was already very skilled at coaxing people, knowing exactly how to handle Tan Qishen’s moods.

In the narrow hallway, with bright lights and no one passing by, Yan Man leaned into his arms and wrapped hers around his waist, softly coaxing, “Let’s not bring that up again, okay?”

Tan Qishen could never resist Yan Man’s soft and gentle voice, especially when she was nestled in his arms, coaxing and indulging him.

For some reason, he had become a bit addicted to this feeling.

Warm fragrance and soft jade in his arms, her rich perfume enveloping him — his breathing faltered for a second. He didn’t respond directly but instead said, “If you do something impulsive like that again, I won’t help you.”

He was referring to how she threw a drink at Director Zhang tonight. If that had been caught by some nosy media and posted online, who knew what kind of storm it would have caused?

Yan Man looked up at him from his arms, lips curved slightly, her fingers toying with his tie, slowly wrapping it around her finger. “You were worried about me?”

Tan Qishen scoffed coldly, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Yan Man didn’t mind his cold attitude at all. Instead, she leaned in even closer, whispering in his ear, “Are we going back to the banquet hall?”

Her words seemed to carry some hidden meaning.

Tan Qishen narrowed his eyes slightly, the look in them growing darker. He glanced out the window.

The evening clouds had been swallowed by darkness. From this high floor, he could see the bustling traffic below, the glittering lights, and the dappled shadows of the moon.

Looking down at her, his face was calm as usual, his voice low and husky, “You want it?”

Though it was clearly a flirtatious line, he somehow managed to say it with utter seriousness.

The hem of his shirt was still held tightly in Yan Man’s hand. She answered with a calm, unblushing “Mm.”

Last night, she really hadn’t had enough.

Tan Qishen chuckled with an unreadable expression, and called softly, “Yan Man.”

“Mm?”

Her voice was muffled in her mouth.

His dark eyes were deep, and though his tone had a teasing edge, there was a trace of danger if you listened closely. “Do you really see me as your boyfriend?”

Yan Man frowned slightly. What kind of question was that?

“Of course. I chased after you for so long. You are my boyfriend.”

Leaning against the red velvet-covered wall, Tan Qishen lifted his cool eyes slightly, his expression unreadable. For the first time, he made a sarcastic remark, “To someone else, it might seem like you’re my sugar mommy.”

That was putting it mildly.

What he really wanted to say was: “To someone else, it might seem like I’m your paid boy toy.”

But that would sound crude, and even he didn’t like saying it.

Yan Man stared at him in shock for a couple of seconds, then couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Oops, he figured it out.

Tan Qishen’s face grew colder upon hearing her laughter.

Yan Man tried to suppress her smile, then continued coaxing him, “No… how could you think that? This is something we both want. Besides, you enjoy it too, don’t you?”

After all, he always indulged himself until the middle of the night.

Tan Qishen closed his eyes, his Adam’s apple rolling visibly. He seemed to be fighting some internal battle. The next second, he opened his eyes and said coldly, “I’ve got things to do tonight. If you need anything, handle it yourself.”

With that, he turned and entered the elevator, pressing the close button.

Yan Man raised an eyebrow, watching the elevator doors shut and the floor number drop from 88 downward.

This was the first time Tan Qishen had refused one of her requests.

Yan Man smiled faintly, shrugged — Well, he said it himself.

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Park Hyatt Hotel, 66th floor

From the study, Tan Qishen’s fluent London-accented English came through clearly. He really did have work to do — the study had temporarily become his office for an international video conference.

His mood was poor, and he kept a stern face throughout. Everyone in the meeting was on edge, extra cautious, afraid of displeasing him.

Leaning back in his office chair, Tan Qishen’s gaze drifted toward the door.

He had been in this meeting for nearly half an hour, and Yan Man hadn’t made a single move — even though he had heard a sound from the suite’s entrance.

Only the two of them had access to this presidential suite.

When the UK-side executive asked a question and he didn’t reply, his assistant Wen Bo subtly reminded him.

“President Tan?”

Tan Qishen came back to himself and focused back on the screen, answering the earlier question.

Just then, there were two knocks on the study door — and before he could respond, the door was pushed open.

He looked up to see Yan Man in a white bathrobe, the belt tied around her slender waist. The neckline was slightly open, hinting at the soft curves beneath, partially hidden yet provocatively visible with every step.

Tan Qishen’s breath caught, and he calmly averted his gaze, as if he hadn’t seen her.

Yan Man had just taken a shower. Her hair was half-dry, her cheeks flushed — from the heat, or perhaps for other reasons.

She walked over and placed a glass of hot milk on his desk.

Only her hand was visible in the video feed, but Tan Qishen quickly shut off his webcam the moment she approached.

He didn’t want anyone to see this side of Yan Man.

All the attendees saw was a brief flash of a woman’s hand — then, suddenly, the screen went black.

Soon after, his mic was muted as well.

“……”

On-screen, the executives and CEOs maintained composed expressions, but in their private chat group, chaos erupted.

[Anonymous 1]: Is there a woman in President Tan’s room?

[Anonymous 2]: Not only did he turn off the camera, he muted too… don’t tell me…

[Anonymous 3]: Is this what I think it is?

[Anonymous 4]: Are we part of some elaborate roleplay?

The regional CEO presenting his report scrambled to keep going, despite his racing thoughts.

But in truth, things were much more innocent than they thought.

Yan Man simply placed the cup on the desk without interrupting him. Then she casually picked a book off the shelf and sat down on the sofa nearby.

Tan Qishen frowned and glanced at her. It wasn’t like her to be this quiet.

The room fell into silence — no words between them, only the occasional sound of pages turning and voices from the computer.

Two minutes passed. Yan Man still didn’t say a word.

Tan Qishen raised an eyebrow, completely unsure what kind of game she was playing.

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