Hello, Heir

May lowered her head, not daring to look at both Si Zhengting and Zhuang Nainai in the eye. “Mr. Si, Executive Assistant Ji just called and said that Mi Nuo wants to come up to see you.”

Si Zhengting furrowed his brows when he heard this. Just as he was about to refuse, he heard Zhuang Nainai say, “Let her come in.”

Before Si Zhengting could reply, May nodded her head. “Sure, Madam.”

With that, she turned around and sprinted away.

Zhuang Nainai was flabbergasted.

Why did she feel as if May was afraid of her?

Even though all of Si Zhengting’s staff knew who she was, they were always just respectful toward her and perhaps even somewhat warm and friendly where they would comfortably shoot their mouths off in front of her. Whenever she said anything, May would always look toward Si Zhengting for instructions, but today… her single sentence made May scoot off?

While Zhuang Nainai was still in her state of confusion, she heard sounds coming from outside. Making a face and narrowing her eyes at Si Zhengting, she ran into the inner room to hide.

She wanted to hear what Mi Nuo had to say to Si Zhengting.

Mi Nuo entered the office and spotted Si Zhengting engrossed with a document in hand. His office had full-length windows on two sides, which allowed for sunlight to enter his office for excellent natural lighting.

He was seated behind his desk with his head lowered. His expressionless face had a cold air to it, and his firm jawline exuded a sense of forbidden beauty. Whether it was his elegant neck or his tightened jaw, he was perfect to the point of outshining current first-rate celebrities.

Mi Nuo couldn’t help but be stunned at the sight before her. Pursing her lips together, she took a step forward and said, “Mr. Si.”

Si Zhengting didn’t respond. It was only after he’d finished reading the document and signed it, had put it aside and then closed his pen cap, that he slowly lifted his head up.

The moment he raised his head, he spotted the glass of water that Zhuang Nainai had poured for him. Thinking for a moment, he then took it and drank a sip.

His mug was half of the couple set that Zhuang Nainai had gotten for them both. On it was Zhuang Nainai’s caricature that she had customized especially for him, and its childish design lowered the aura of the room.

Mi Nuo furrowed her brows when she spotted the mug, but Si Zhengting paid no attention to her.

He was in a formal white shirt, but the fact that he was holding a cartoon mug made the originally serious setting more lively.

Mi Nuo’s brows were already squeezed together.

Si Zhengting, seemingly getting a little impatient, decided to break the silence. Raising his head, he stared at her. “What’s up?”

Two simple words, no variation in tone… but it was worthy of an eargasm.

Mi Nuo’s heart pounded. She replied, “Mr. Si, I, I have some things to say to you.”

Si Zhengting grunted nonchalantly.

Zhuang Nainai, who was hiding in the room, was slightly stunned by what she had just heard. Unable to resist it, she curled her lips.

She didn’t know if others would be able to identify the meaning of the sound he just made, but she was crystal-clear about it.

Whenever he was speaking to her, and whenever he grunted, he would drag his voice a little longer and raise his pitch at the end in a doting manner.

But it was a different story for other people — his grunts were toneless, and they were meant to simply convey the message that he’d heard them.

This was such a minute detail, but it warmed Zhuang Nainai’s heart.

Pricking her ears, she continued to eavesdrop.