Charles Yin's slender fingers paused, his long, narrow eyes lifted, and a fleeting glimmer flashed across his handsome, devilish face.
This little mole is getting bolder and bolder—she actually came uninvited and sat across from me to eat.
Cecilia Gu took a bite, looked up, and happened to meet Charles Yin's gaze.
Cecilia Gu immediately switched to a new set of utensils, scooped up a spoonful of soup with a fresh spoon, and held it out to Charles Yin.
Is she trying to feed me?
A playful glint appeared in Charles Yin's eyes. What, can't wait for me to teach her Korean now?
Cecilia Gu looked at Charles Yin with anticipation, stubbornly holding the spoon at the corner of his mouth.
Charles Yin's eyes fluttered, his long lashes lowered, but he drank the soup Cecilia Gu offered him in one sip.
Seeing Charles Yin drink the soup she fed him, Cecilia Gu was instantly encouraged. She fed him a bit of this, then a bit of that.
After feeding him for a while, Cecilia Gu wondered to herself: Is he finally appeased? Can I bring up my request again? Once the Korean president and his wife arrive, I’ll just smile and keep quiet, right?
Just as Cecilia Gu was about to speak, Charles Yin suddenly lowered his head and went back to his work.
Seeing that he ignored her, Cecilia Gu felt embarrassed to say anything else and could only eat quietly with her head down.
"Soup." Charles Yin suddenly spoke.
Cecilia Gu didn't react at first and looked at Charles Yin in confusion.
Charles Yin's gaze landed on the bowl of soup in front of Cecilia Gu, and then she realized he wanted some soup!
Seriously, does he not have hands? He needs me to feed him?
Still, even as she grumbled inside, Cecilia Gu obediently scooped up some soup with the spoon and held it out to Charles Yin.
Charles Yin glanced down, a barely noticeable smile tugging at his lips: Cecilia Gu forgot to change the spoon—she was using her own.
Charles Yin drank it in one gulp. "Another sip."
Cecilia Gu quickly scooped up more soup and fed it to Charles Yin.
After feeding him the soup, Charles Yin deliberately pretended not to notice Cecilia Gu’s expectant look and picked up the phone to make a call: "Where’s the Eastwell Corp. acquisition plan? Can’t even handle a simple acquisition? If you can’t do it, get out!"
After hanging up, Charles Yin dialed a second number: "If I don’t see the finished products from Shira Cosmetics’ lab tomorrow morning, you can all resign!"
"Who designed this look? Is this really the standard of the Yin Group’s fashion designers? Redo it!"
"Tell your general manager he can collect his pension tomorrow."
......
Listening to Charles Yin issue order after order, Cecilia Gu could only obediently shut her mouth again.
Forget it, looks like there’s no chance to bring up my request tonight. I’ll just quietly study Korean.
Cecilia Gu sat properly on the sofa beside him, clutching the beginner’s edition of the Korean language guide, struggling to practice her pronunciation: "Annyeonghaseyo... Kamsahamnida... Oppa, saranghaeyo..."
His fingers paused on the keyboard, and when he looked up, he saw Cecilia Gu struggling to recite from the absolute beginner’s Korean guide, eyes squeezed shut in concentration.
What a stubborn little mole!