Chapter 217: Miss Mengde, Your
Disguise
Is Slipping
Ye Zhen returned to South City.
She didn't let Ye Fuli drive her over, and coincidentally, Ye Fuli was busy returning to Ye Corporation, so they parted ways at the intersection.
Seeing Ye Zhen return alone with her suitcase, Zhao Mengde gasped in shock: "Hey! This isn't right! That Ye Fuli—has she fallen for someone else? I'm going to beat her to death!"
She rolled up her sleeves as she spoke.
Seeing her so worked up, Ye Zhen was puzzled: "She's moved on? Why are you so worked up? I'm not even that upset…"
She quickly added, "Ye Fuli hasn't moved on, so don't go spreading rumors. She might beat you up."
Zhao Mengde stroked his chin, a pensive look on his face.
So she hasn't fallen for someone else?
Then why did her boss Ye Zhen come back alone?
After all, tonight the two of them should have… Heh heh heh. His mind was filled with nothing but material for his stories—how embarrassing.
"Miss Zhao? Miss Zhao?!"
Seeing Zhao Mengde's particularly awkward grin, Ye Zhen couldn't help but give her arm a sharp twist.
"Stop smiling! Be serious! What are you thinking about? You seem off!"
"Huh? Really? Am I acting weird?" Zhao Mengde said, wiping her mouth and putting on a serious expression. "I'm just naturally cheerful."
By now, the love story between her two Ye bosses was being sold like hotcakes on a certain illegal website.
Its author, Miss Zhao Mengde, had earned the nickname "Bear-Spotting Expert" from her readers due to this peculiar path to fame.
Of course, neither Ye Fuli nor Ye Zhen knew anything about these matters.
Zhao Mengde had resolved to guard this secret for life, never letting anyone know… After all, if it were exposed, she might well find herself in deadly trouble.
"Come on, Ms. Ye, let me help you with your suitcase."
After taking the suitcase from Ye Zhen, Zhao Mengde clicked her high heels as she hurried toward the elevator, snatching the water jugs the two girls were struggling to carry.
The water bottles that had left the two girls gasping for breath felt as light as empty bottles in Zhao Mengde's hands.
The girls gazed at Zhao Mengde with admiring eyes.
"Thank you, Miss Zhao!"
"Hey, no need to thank me. Let's go."
"But Miss Zhao, you're still carrying that suitcase!"
"Heh, it's not heavy. I'd guess maybe sixty or seventy pounds. No big deal~"
This scene left Ye Zhen utterly dumbfounded.
She couldn't fathom why someone as tall as Zhao Mengde would wear such high heels. Nor could she understand how Zhao Mengde, dressed in a ladylike suit with delicate stilettos, could manage to carry a suitcase in one hand and a water jug in the other…
If you said she didn't care about her image, she had clearly dressed up so carefully!
But if she cared about her image, this was just ridiculous.
Just then, He Ying arrived with several clients for a business handover at the company. She too caught sight of Zhao Mengde's formidable appearance and couldn't help but let out a few "tsk tsk tsk" sounds.
"Well, she certainly lives up to being your bodyguard, Boss Ye," He Ying remarked.
"Well, how about this bodyguard? Want her?" Ye Zhen asked casually.
"No, no, no! I wouldn't dare. I think she could crush me with one hand," He Ying waved her hands hurriedly. "Oh! I brought the clients over. Please arrange for their reception."
Two dark-skinned, fiery-tempered girls were looking around curiously.
To be honest, Ye Zhen disliked Brother Ni, but she didn't dislike the dark-skinned beauties quite as much… Perhaps it was because their features were delicate, and their skin wasn't particularly dark—more of a caramel tone.
Moreover, these two dark-skinned beauties were visibly above average in looks. Wearing crop tops that revealed their well-toned abs,
As for those long legs—for some reason, they gleamed with a healthy sheen, radiating vitality…
"What kind of clients are these?" Ye Zhen pulled He Ying aside and whispered.
"Not exactly clients!" He Ying whispered back. "They're models Ye Fuli arranged for you to shoot the game promo. But that one named Aili… she's the owner of the modeling agency…"
"So she's both a model and the boss?"
"Yep, that's the deal."
As they spoke, the model named Aili approached and shook Ye Zhen's hand: "Ni hao!"
Her Mandarin was far from standard, but that didn't matter.
In the pause, He Ying leaned close and whispered in Ye Zhen's ear: "Both of these are retired supermodels—the kind who racked up awards at international competitions! You absolutely have to seize this opportunity. Models of their caliber at this price? They'd never normally agree to appear. We're getting a steal here."
Ye Zhen smiled faintly and said, "Hello, thank you for coming all this way. You must be exhausted."
In Ye Zhen's view, this was all thanks to the good fortune of Mary Sue heroine Ye Fuli.
"There's one main reason I chose your company,"
As she spoke, a look of longing suddenly flashed across Aili's face.
"I want to meet my idol! I've read every single chapter of her manga and tipped her tons of money!"
Ye Zhen visibly froze upon hearing this.
Oh?
So she wants to meet Senior Liu and the others?
Ye Zhen promptly arranged for Senior Liu and the others to come down and meet with Aili and her friends.
However, after reviewing their artwork, Aili shook her head firmly: "No, no, no—it's not them! Their work is decent, but it pales in comparison to my idol's."
"These are our company's best artists!"
"No, no, no! There are better ones out there. I checked her IP address—it's right here. Don't try to fool me."
Aili looked utterly determined.
She even pulled out two pink comic books to show Ye Zhen.
She shouldn't have looked. As soon as she did, Ye Zhen's face flushed red.
Especially when she saw the protagonist's name, she was both embarrassed and furious… Wasn't this just a homophone for her and Ye Fuli's names?
"Who did this?! Who dares—dares—dares to draw me and Ye Fuli in my own company?!"
After shouting, Ye Zhen immediately realized.
Who else could possibly know her and Ye Fuli so intimately?
Besides that guy named Zhao Mengde, there couldn't be anyone else!
Ye Zhen took a deep breath, forcing herself not to explode with rage. She managed a smile as she reassured Aili, "Don't worry. I'll make sure you meet the culprit… Oh, I mean, your idol."
"Really? I'm so touched! I'll wear white stockings to repay you."
Aili grasped Ye Zhen's hand, making a solemn promise.
"Ah, tonight, I absolutely must get my idol to sign something for me personally! Just thinking about it gets me so excited."
Watching her utterly entranced expression, Ye Zhen gritted her teeth.
She knew Zhao Mengde was a scoundrel, but never imagined he'd be this shameless—or that he'd have such shameless admirers.
Ugh, this is infuriating.
…
Upstairs, as Zhao Mengde was making Ye Zhen's bed, he let out a loud sneeze. A sudden chill crept over him.
As a veteran elite soldier, his sense of impending danger was far more acute than that of ordinary people.
"Who dares to target me? What audacity!"
Zhao Mengde's gaze hardened.
"Hmph! I, Mengde, will make sure he never returns!"