She had already been so sensible, yet Charles Yin kept chasing after her—what was his deal?
She had played deaf and dumb, silently allowing everything he did.
What more did she have to do for him to finally let go and leave her alone?
Seeing Cecilia Gu still angry, Charles Yin thought for a moment—was his sincerity still not enough?
He hadn’t even confronted her yet about sneaking around with Mo Zixin...
Forget it. Considering she was pregnant, he wouldn’t hold it against her.
"Mr. Yin, please come in! Lunch will be ready soon," Mr. Yun hurriedly greeted Charles Yin at the door.
Charles Yin stepped forward, quickly walked over to Cecilia Gu, and grabbed her fingers.
Cecilia Gu felt completely bewildered.
What was Charles Yin trying to do?
Wasn’t he supposed to rekindle his old flame with Sylvia Ran?
So why was he holding her hand now?
Cecilia Gu tried to tug her hand free from Charles Yin’s grip.
But Charles Yin held on tightly, not giving Cecilia any chance to resist.
A mischievous smile appeared at the corner of Charles Yin’s mouth.
Just now, A had given him advice: when your girlfriend is angry, you have to hold her hand tight and never let go, no matter how much she fights.
If needed, hugging and a forceful kiss were also good options.
Hmm, looks like this trick really worked.
Cecilia Gu was on the verge of a meltdown.
What was Charles Yin really trying to do?
Why did she find him more and more impossible to understand?
Rona Muir coughed lightly and took the initiative to greet Mrs. Yun. "Mrs. Yun, the snacks you made are absolutely delicious. Will we get to have them at lunch too?"
Mrs. Yun, who had been watching Charles Yin and Cecilia Gu, snapped back to attention and smiled, "Of course. It's my honor that you all enjoy them so much! You'll have plenty for lunch, and I’ve already arranged for you to take some home."
"Wow, that's wonderful!" Rona Muir said cheerfully. "Mrs. Yun, you’re amazing. Thank you so much!"
Hearing Rona Muir, Cecilia Gu’s attention was diverted. She also said to Mrs. Yun, "Yes, thank you so much. We’ve really troubled you today!"
"Oh, it’s nothing. As long as you like it, I’m happy!" Mrs. Yun replied warmly.
Cecilia Gu was genuinely apologetic.
If Charles Yin hadn’t shown up, everyone would still be getting along just fine...
But now, with this overpowering guy suddenly here, didn’t he notice that the number of people gathering around was getting smaller?
Charles Yin didn’t like it when Cecilia Gu apologized.
He didn’t like Cecilia Gu suffering any kind of grievance.
Just as Charles Yin was about to raise his eyebrows and speak, Cecilia Gu suddenly turned and glared fiercely at him!
That look carried both warning and anger.
Charles Yin saw the fury in Cecilia Gu’s eyes, but he just broke into a wide smile.
Hehehe... Little Mole was so cute when she was angry!
Cecilia Gu felt like she was on a completely different wavelength from Charles Yin.
She was this angry, and he could still grin like that.
Forget it, they’d never been on the same wavelength from the start.
In the past, she was always the one who somehow made him mad.
Now, it was always him making her mad for no reason.
In short, the two of them were never on the same wavelength.
Max Mo quietly watched the exchange of glances between Cecilia Gu and Charles Yin.
At this moment, he suddenly felt envious of Charles Yin...
At least Charles Yin could look at her so openly...
At least, Cecilia had never shown him anything but polite indifference...
No one felt like touring anymore, so they headed straight to the main house's living room.
Everyone took their seats, and soon a maid brought in tea.
Charles Yin still hadn’t let go of Cecilia’s hand—even after sitting down, he held her hand openly.
This public display of affection...
Cecilia’s face was so flushed she thought it might burst into flames.
So many people were watching—had Charles Yin lost his mind today, coming here just to show off their affection?
She hadn’t done anything to ruin his reputation. Did he really need to come here and flaunt their relationship just to save face?
Charles Yin stroked the teacup in his hand and said coolly, "They say the Yun Family has three treasures: books, medicine, and tea. Seeing it today, it truly lives up to its reputation! This Silver Needle Tea is top-notch. Outside, it’s the kind of thing money can’t buy!"
Charles Yin gently sniffed the tea and continued, "But it’s a pity—when this tea was picked, there was a heavy rain, so it didn’t get enough sun during the drying process and lost a bit of its flavor. Am I right, Mr. Yun?"
Mr. Yun loved tea. As a scholar, he always had a bit of a superiority complex, looking down on others.
Especially businessmen.
Still, Mr. Yun didn’t dare look down on Charles Yin, but deep down he thought Charles reeked of money.
But when Charles Yin spoke so calmly, Mr. Yun was truly moved!
To judge tea quality just by its aroma—this was definitely no ordinary man!
Max Mo picked up his teacup, took a sniff, and realized Charles Yin wasn’t lying.
Max Mo grew wary in his heart. Outsiders only knew Charles Yin as domineering and cold, relying on his family’s power to get his way.
But after dealing with Charles Yin a few times, Max Mo understood deeply that Charles stood at the top of the business world not because of the Yin Family’s reputation.
On the contrary, he was truly a talented and resourceful rival.
Those enemies who once underestimated him all met a terrible end!
"So Mr. Yin is a true connoisseur," Mr. Yun said excitedly. "Exactly! After this batch of tea was picked, out of nowhere the weather turned and it poured for a whole week. That’s why the tea lost a bit of its flavor!"
Charles Yin smiled faintly and said, "What a coincidence—I have a batch of Silver Needle Tea picked and roasted the day before this one, so its aroma is perfectly preserved. If you don’t mind, Mr. Yun, I’d love for you to try it."
At this moment, any dissatisfaction Mr. Yun had with Charles Yin was long gone—he wished he could chat with Charles about tea for days on end.
Cecilia Gu stared in a daze.
What kind of charisma did Charles Yin have?
Why was it that wherever he went, even people who once disliked him would drop their grudges and treat him kindly?
Fuming, Cecilia Gu dragged Charles Yin out of the main house. Once the maid leading them left, she finally exploded: "Charles Yin, what’s your problem! What do I have to do to make you happy?"
Charles Yin raised an eyebrow, looking at Cecilia Gu.
Under those long, narrow eyes, a glimmer of confusion flickered.
Cecilia Gu felt like Charles Yin was driving her crazy.
"Tell me, what do I have to do to satisfy you?" Cecilia Gu was so angry, she was on the verge of tears.
Because of his behavior today, she felt utterly humiliated!
Did he have to do this—did he really need to embarrass her like this to feel satisfied?
She was just a guest at the Yun Family—did he really need to punish her this way?
Charles Yin looked calmly at Cecilia Gu.
Didn’t Alex say that when a girl’s angry, you should just hug her tight?
This was probably the right moment, wasn’t it?
Suddenly, Charles Yin pulled Cecilia Gu into his arms and hugged her tightly.
Cecilia Gu was stunned all over again!
What was wrong with him?
How did his brain even work?!
"Let go of me! What are you doing!" Cecilia Gu struggled hard, but her strength was no match for Charles Yin.
In her panic, tears burst from Cecilia Gu’s eyes. She choked out, "Charles Yin, you jerk!"
Yep, that’s right—Alex said, let her curse you out!
If she cursed him out, she wouldn’t stay mad at him!
Charles Yin thought to himself.
Cecilia Gu kept pounding on Charles Yin’s chest, but her tiny fists were nothing more than a tickle to him.
"Don’t cry. It hurts me to see you like this." When Charles Yin saw the tear stains at the corner of Cecilia’s eyes, he blurted out the words without thinking.
Cecilia Gu froze, completely dumbfounded.
The next second, Charles Yin suddenly lowered his head and gently kissed away the tears on Cecilia’s face.
His movements were so gentle, as if Cecilia Gu in his arms was a Porcelain Doll—one wrong move and she’d shatter...
Cecilia Gu looked up, instantly falling into the depths of his eyes.
Why were his eyes so gentle right now... Why did they hold so much tenderness?
But if he really cared about her, why would he still rekindle things with Sylvia Ran?
Right, he was just... mm... What was he trying to do...
Charles Yin’s kisses trailed downward, finally covering Cecilia Gu’s soft lips, kissing her gently.
All the walls Cecilia Gu had built around her heart were shattered again and again...
Charles Yin, you jerk...
Cecilia Gu wanted to fight back, but right now, she just couldn’t find the strength.
Because this kiss was just too sweet...
So sweet, she couldn’t bear to push him away...