Chapter 4: Was Last Night’s Workout Not Enough?

Uncle Nan couldn’t quite figure out what Miss Yan was thinking.

She had persistently pursued his young master for almost a year. At first, he thought she was just trying to use Tan Qishen’s influence to gain something for herself. After all, others had tried similar things before—overreaching girls who were quickly dealt with, either blacklisted or silenced.

But this one—she was different.

Uncle Nan had expected his young master to remain indifferent as always. He didn’t anticipate that Tan Qishen would actually fall for her.

He had to admit—Miss Yan had skills.

But what puzzled him even more was that after finally becoming Tan Qishen’s official girlfriend, she didn’t want anyone else to know. After a year together, the only people aware of their relationship were a few of Tan Qishen’s close friends and staff—easily countable on one hand.

She wasn’t after his power, nor his money.

So then… why?

Uncle Nan had been stumped. But over the course of this past year, watching how they interacted, he had finally realized the truth:

Miss Yan loved his young master deeply.

Tan Qishen had always been emotionally reserved. Even when affected, his face never betrayed a thing. But after dating Yan Man, he had become noticeably more temperamental—arguing every few days.

Sometimes, Uncle Nan couldn’t bear to watch.

He had never seen Tan Qishen act this way before.

And poor Miss Yan—such a gentle temperament. No matter what, she always humbled herself to calm him down.

Never once did she throw a tantrum.

Yan Man looked up at Uncle Nan in the driver’s seat, her voice firm.
“Please, just let me off here.”

Seeing her insistence, Uncle Nan couldn’t force it. He pulled over to a safe spot and watched her walk away in the distance.

Just as he was about to return to the company, his phone rang—it was Tan Qishen. Almost like he had timed it perfectly.

“Is she there?” came Tan Qishen’s voice through the phone.

“She’s arrived, but Miss Yan got off a bit before the venue. I didn’t take her all the way in,” Uncle Nan reported truthfully.

There was silence on the other end.

Uncle Nan grew nervous, unsure if his young master was upset.

A few seconds passed before Tan Qishen’s even voice returned:

“Let her be.”

It sounded indifferent, but with a tinge of irritation—and helplessness.

Uncle Nan didn’t feel fully relieved. Worried that his young master might still be upset with Miss Yan, he tried to cover for her.

“Maybe Miss Yan just wanted to walk a bit. Young people like to get some exercise in the morning.”

He pursed his lips after saying it, not entirely convinced of his own excuse.

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Beijing CBD, Core District.

Skyscrapers lined up neatly, clouds reflected on their glass facades. Inside, people moved quickly through the offices.

In the CEO suite at the top of the building, a man wore a black British-style suit with a dark blue striped tie, adding a refined, aristocratic air. The gold-engraved cufflinks on his crisp white shirt were custom-made—low-key, but exquisite.

Tan Qishen held his phone, frowning slightly as he listened to Uncle Nan.

He couldn’t help but let out a cold chuckle.

Was last night’s workout not enough? She needed to walk to work?

Clearly, he’d gone too easy on her.

Hearing the cold chuckle, Uncle Nan felt awkward.

He continued reporting the day’s itinerary, then hesitantly asked,
“Should I head back to the office now?”

There was no immediate response—just the light tapping of Tan Qishen’s finger against his phone.

Just when Uncle Nan thought the call had ended, Tan Qishen suddenly spoke:

“Come pick me up.”

“Huh?” Uncle Nan’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as he reflexively voiced his confusion.

Pick him up?

To go where?

The fashion show?

The organizers had sent the invitation to Tan Qishen ages ago, but he didn’t even glance at it—just tossed it to Uncle Nan.

Ever since he fell in love, his behavior had gotten stranger by the day.

He never used to care about such frivolous events.

But as a seasoned butler, Uncle Nan didn’t question it further.

“Yes, sir,” he answered respectfully.

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Yan Man had already entered the building where the show was being held.

It was GV’s runway show—a prestigious French luxury brand with a long history.

Only the most skilled and lucky models could walk this runway.

The show was held once every five years. Yan Man happened to catch it at the right time.

Despite only being in the industry for a year, she’d earned a spot. Even more experienced models hadn’t made it due to scheduling conflicts.

This show held major influence in the fashion world. It drew not only top-tier celebrities but also powerful business moguls.

If she performed well, Yan Man’s career would soar.

As soon as she arrived, someone escorted her to her private dressing room.

Shen Jie, her assistant, brought in two coffees and placed them on the table. Then, she took out a concealer stick from her bag.

She always carried it—especially useful after her artist met with the big boss.

Shen Jie had been assigned to Yan Man by the company. Just one year younger, she joined Tan Qishen’s entertainment firm after graduating.

Tan Qishen was technically her ultimate boss, but over the past year, she and Yan Man had grown close. Yan Man was easygoing, never put on airs, and they were now totally in sync.

Yan Man unbuttoned her dress, revealing her fair shoulders and neck.

Even though she’d helped Yan Man cover up before, Shen Jie still blushed at the sight of the marks.

“This President Tan… sure is rough,” Shen Jie muttered, embarrassed as she quickly looked away.

Yan Man had a naturally striking face. With those lingering marks, she exuded even more sensual charm.

No wonder Tan Qishen couldn’t resist. Shen Jie, a woman herself, found it hard to resist.

Yan Man, however, was calm and silent. She simply swept her thick, black curls to the front.

Shen Jie wordlessly helped her cover the hickeys on the back of her neck.

President Tan always appeared cold and self-restrained—your classic aloof CEO.

But clearly, looks were deceiving.

Shen Jie kept these thoughts to herself.

Thankfully, Tan Qishen had exercised some restraint last night. There weren’t many visible marks. Once they were covered, she called in the makeup artist and stylist.

Not long after, someone called Shen Jie out of the room. When she returned, her expression was lit with excitement.

Yan Man looked at her curiously.

Shen Jie tried to stay composed but couldn’t hide her delight.
“Man-jie, they want you to open the show!”

It was a last-minute change. The supermodel originally scheduled to open—someone from France—had her flight delayed due to weather and wouldn’t make it.

The organizers had to choose someone from the remaining models.

Opening the show was a huge deal—the highlight and emotional peak of the whole event. The first model needed to wow the crowd and steal the spotlight. Naturally, it came with immense pressure.

Yan Man’s eyebrows lifted, clearly surprised.
“Me? I’m opening?”

She wasn’t the most experienced or the most senior.

Her first thought was: Did Tan Qishen pull some strings?

But the moment that idea surfaced, she shook it off.

Tan Qishen wouldn’t meddle in such things.

He only spoiled her—in bed.

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