The Billionaire's Mischievous Sweetheart

Who would’ve thought the other woman would just purse her lips, chuckle twice, then leisurely wander around her office in a slow circle.

Then she went on sizing up Zi Ruoxi from head to toe with this strange look in her eyes. That look made Zi Ruoxi feel dazed and physically uncomfortable all over. A woman staring at another woman—what kind of feeling is that! Dizzy!

Just as Zi Ruoxi, full of questions, was about to speak, the other woman beat her to it.

"So it’s true—you’re devastatingly beautiful, a face that could topple cities, beauty like a fairy! I’d say... you don’t even need to put in much effort to seduce anyone. One smile, one look, and men would lose control, get all worked up and horny!" Han Feifei’s half-mocking, half-sarcastic words were downright nasty. As she spoke, she kept wagging her finger and swaying her hips, glancing at her own glossy black nail polish. Her coquettish posture was ridiculously over-the-top.

The hostility in her words immediately put Zi Ruoxi on alert. Who the hell is she? Why is she saying this kind of thing? When did I ever offend her? Out of nowhere—does this woman have a screw loose or what!

But that last thought just slid past; from deep inside her rose a sudden, inexplicable irritation. As the saying goes, no one pays a visit to the Three Treasures Hall without a reason—this woman was definitely not simple!

"Who exactly are you? What gives you the right to talk like that!" Zi Ruoxi shot back. Her tone was no longer as gentle as it had been at the start.

"Hehehe, hehehe..." A string of syrupy, weird giggles. She suddenly found this very amusing—the silly woman in front of her actually didn’t know who she was? Ha, could there be anything more ridiculous under the sun? Han Feifei was thinking to herself, unconsciously breaking into a smug smile, squeezing the thick powder on her face into several creases.

Zi Ruoxi didn’t say another word; she just watched this overly delicate, self-satisfied woman with cold eyes. She did want to know why the woman had come, but a faint resistance in the depths of her heart made her not want to dig for that answer.

"Miss, if you have nothing else to do, please leave. I’m busy. I won’t be able to entertain you." Zi Ruoxi finished and was about to turn back to her computer.

But she’d barely taken two steps when Han Feifei strode quickly to block her path, giving a fake little smile.

"Zi Ruoxi, hehe!" Han Feifei directly said her full name, which took Zi Ruoxi by surprise. Seeing the shock on Zi Ruoxi’s face, she was satisfied, pursing her lovely lips with a tiny smile. "Hehe, isn’t it strange to you now? That I know who you are?"

With that, she smiled sweetly, the corner of her mouth hooking up. "I don’t just know you—I also know your Prince Charming!" After she spoke, feeling it still wasn’t enough of a provocation, she immediately added, "No, I should say I understand him—wouldn’t that be... more fitting! When it comes to things between us... ’understand’ is the only accurate word."

Every word and pause was measured perfectly, especially those key words—"fitting," "us," "understand"—each one heavier than the last, reverberating in the bright, crystal-clear office.

Zi Ruoxi’s usually calm and gentle heart felt as if something had struck it hard, letting in a wave of cold. Love is unique—so why does a perfectly good relationship have to suffer this inexplicable intrusion and slander! If you love him, you have to trust him, don’t you? If she couldn’t even do that, what right did she have to talk about love? About trust?

Thinking of this, a trace of relief finally appeared on Zi Ruoxi’s lush, beautiful face.

"Are you done? If you’re done, please leave. I don’t have time to listen to this time-wasting nonsense." Zi Ruoxi replied bluntly. Her anger at this topic was now obvious.

Unexpectedly, the other woman was still in the mood to stay standing there, her graceful figure swaying side to side. She didn’t seem in any hurry to go.

"Oh, time-wasting? You think everything I’m saying is a waste of time, or is it that you simply don’t believe what I’m saying? Hmm?" Han Feifei scratched at her fingertips, glancing around—now staring at her glittering black nails, now checking Zi Ruoxi’s expression. She was completely at ease, full of leisurely, idle charm.

"Miss, I don’t know who you are or why you’re saying those things. But I’d like to remind you that you’d better cut down on this kind of slander and malicious gossip about other people." Zi Ruoxi replied slowly and steadily.

"Heh, I’m Han Feifei... Qiao Junlie and I are very, very close boyfriend and girlfriend... Hehe, I knew you wouldn’t believe it. But that’s fine. Men—they never let a crack go unpicked. To put it bluntly, they’re just cheap. Their eyes are on what’s in the bowl while they’re still eyeing what’s in the pot. If they don’t fool around and flirt, they can’t prove their ’abilities’! Hehe, isn’t that right, Zi Ruoxi, our Designer An! I’m sure you see it the same way I do!" Han Feifei laughed as she spoke, practically shaking with delight. That smug expression on her face couldn’t have looked more vile.

Zi Ruoxi’s face went dark. She really didn’t know who had provoked whom, for this woman to come knocking on her door! Could Qiao Junlie really have something to do with her? But even if he did, that would definitely have been in the past, right? Lately he’d been with her all the time—aside from work, they were basically together every night. He simply hadn’t done anything to betray her.

Zi Ruoxi seemed to be desperately searching for arguments to convince herself, to cover up the unease in her heart. She really was panicking right now. But she wasn’t willing to surrender so easily.

"Thank you for the reminder, Miss Han. I’ll bear it in mind. If there’s nothing else, please leave." Zi Ruoxi suppressed her anger and decisively issued the eviction order. She really couldn’t stand looking at this woman’s brazenly slutty, arrogant posture for another second.

"Oh my, you’re that eager to throw me out? You really have no sense of fun. How did Qiao Junlie ever fall for you? So strange!" Han Feifei giggled mockingly. Then, ignoring how much the other woman hated every word out of her mouth, she went ahead and sat down on the office sofa, put her bag beside her, crossed one leg over the other with Youya grace, gave Zi Ruoxi a glance, and only then slowly spoke. "Miss Zi, there’s a lot you really don’t know."

It sounded like a sigh, yet also like a tone of pity for her. In any case, there were all kinds of complicated colors in it.

The calm in Zi Ruoxi’s heart had already been disrupted; she was irritated and annoyed. She clearly didn’t want to listen any further. But the words that left her mouth betrayed her heart. She still craved to know about their tangled relationship, about what kind of filthy past he might have. She loved him; she wanted to understand everything about him—his present, his future, and of course, his past. Whatever the result, she believed she could handle it.

"What do you mean?" Zi Ruoxi asked in a level voice. As she asked, waves of painful sorrow flickered across her eyes.

She had finally said goodbye to past hurt and welcomed a new love, a relationship that had gone through so much painful struggle and purification—a seemingly ordinary yet far from peaceful love.