Jiang Mian glanced smugly toward the study, already forming a plan in her mind.

Soon after, Jiang Mian carried a cup of hot milk and knocked on the door.

“Mr. Shen, I’ve brought you some milk!”

Shen Shiyan disliked being disturbed while working. Without even looking up, he responded indifferently. Besides, he wasn’t in the habit of drinking milk late at night.

“No need. Leave.”

Jiang Mian pouted. I went through the trouble of heating this milk and bringing it to you. How can you just refuse it like that? If I leave just because you told me to, how am I supposed to make a scene and act unreasonably?

Jiang Mian had no intention of listening to him. She walked straight over and placed the milk on the desk. “Mr. Shen, I specially heated this milk for you. I was worried you might be too tired from work.”

Her voice was soft and gentle, carrying a tone of genuine concern for him.

Shen Shiyan glanced at the milk, his hand pausing mid-action. Hearing her words, he finally looked up at her.

She was still wearing the same black lace-trimmed short dress with white edges. Under the bright light, her neck appeared exceptionally fair and delicate.

Just one glance was enough to stir the imagination.

What’s more, the woman seemed completely unaware of the effect she had. Not only did she parade around in front of him dressed like this, but she also put on a pitiful, aggrieved expression.

Shen Shiyan rubbed his temples, taking a deep breath to steady himself. “I don’t drink hot milk.”

This is my chance! If I don’t act unreasonably now, when will I ever get the opportunity?

The moment to put on a performance had arrived!

Jiang Mian secretly pinched the flesh of her thigh, the sharp pain making her eyes well up. Tears glistened in her eyes as she gazed at him with a watery, pleading look.

Shen Shiyan gazed at him without saying a word. The sight of a beauty on the verge of tears was enough to cover her immense resentment.

Just look at him, but also do not speak, beauty just a look of hyun want to cry, already aggrieved.

Shen Shiyan had always been helpless against her like this. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Jiang Mian’s wrist, pulling her into his lap.

“Why are you crying?”

Jiang Mian hadn’t expected the man to pull her so suddenly. As she landed on his lap, her body stiffened.

What’s going on? Dis he see through her act of deliberately making a scene and decided to punish her?

Bro, let go of me, please!

She really didn’t want to have any intimate contact with the male lead ah.

Jiang Mian knew she couldn’t resist him—this OOC situation!

In her mind, she cursed repeatedly but her expression remained unchanged as her eyes were still moist and red, looking utterly pitiful.

Forget it, tonight she’ll just sacrifice a little. As long as she could make the male lead hate her, it’ll be worth it.

“I’m not crying!”

Jiang Mian denied it but her stiff boy quickly softened as her back pressed against the man’s warm chest and for a moment, all she could hear was the wild pounding of her own heart, like a startled deer.

Shen Shiyan wrapped his arms around her from behind, his long, elegant fingers lifting her chin to reveal her tear-moistened eyes, which clearly reflected his features.

“You say you’re not crying, but your eyes are wet.”

His fingertips brushed the corner of her eye, catching a teardrop. His voice, warm and slightly intoxicating like liquor, whispered close to her ear.

“Little liar.”

Jiang Mian could hardly handle the male lead being so close to her. The heat of his breath as he spoke felt like a gentle yet overwhelming spring breeze, stirring her already racing heart into an even more frantic rhythm.

Since when did the male lead become so charming? How is anyone supposed to handle this!

Even without turning her head, she could see his profile so close to her in her peripheral vision.

“Mr. Shen, I heated this milk especially for you. If you won’t drink it, I’m just… so sad!”

Jiang Mian had carefully rehearsed her emotions, delivering her lines with just the right amount of sorrow. After speaking, she put on a heartbroken expression.

Shen Shiyan didn’t like hot milk, so Jiang Mian was certain he wouldn’t drink it. That’s why she had deliberately brought it to him.

As long as he refuses, I’ll cry and make a scene. Once he gets annoyed, he’ll definitely kick me out in no time.

“Mr. Shen, just take one sip, okay?” Jiang Mian’s eyes welled up with tears, her gaze pleading, as if getting him to drink the milk was the greatest wish of her life.

With such a beseeching look, it was hard for anyone to refuse.

Shen Shiyan’s expression remained unchanged. “What did you call me?”

Why is he suddenly bringing this up when I’m trying to get him to drink the milk?

Jiang Mian hesitated, then called out suspiciously, “Mr… Mr. Shen?”

“Didn’t I say you’re not allowed to call me that?”

Then what should she call him?

Son?

In her heart, Jiang Mian fiercely called him “son,” but on the surface, she looked at him with a puzzled expression. Her soft, pink lips parted as she hesitated, leaning closer to him. “Shen… Shen Shiyan?”

Her voice was soft and gentle, and the way she called his full name was melodious and pleasant to the ear.

But Shen Shiyan still wasn’t satisfied. “Try again!”

Try again? What else should I call him?

Jiang Mian racked her brain, searching through her memories of the original plot, but there was no scene where he held her and demanded a specific form of address!

What on earth should she call him?

Shen Shiyan? Shiyan? Yanyan?

No, no, no—all of those sounded too cringeworthy to her.

Shen Shiyan grew impatient. “Haven’t you figured it out yet?”

Jiang Mian hesitated for a long time, nervously twisting the sleeve of his shirt. Her red lips parted slightly as she leaned closer to his ear and softly whispered a name.

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