Rekindled Hearts: The Tycoon’s Reluctant Love
Chapter 513 - Chapter 513 Chapter 511 Meeting and Being Alone

Chapter 513: Chapter 511: Meeting and Being Alone Chapter 513: Chapter 511: Meeting and Being Alone The man seemed to have just finished a shower, his black hair damp, his upper body bare, with only a towel tied around his waist.

It was a far cry from the meticulous and stern image she had seen of him on television.

The man lifted his bottomless black eyes to look at her.

There was not a trace of emotion on his handsome features, cold and icy to the point of making one’s heart palpitate.

As their eyes met, Ming Yao saw his solid and muscular chest, and the well-defined abs, causing a short circuit in her mind, leaving her momentarily unsure of what to do.

After what felt like nearly a minute, the man’s deep and magnetic voice broke the silence, “Have you seen enough?”

Ming Yao took a deep breath, “I’ll step out immediately.”

She headed briskly towards the door and was about to pull it open when suddenly a long, slender palm reached out and forcefully closed the door.

Ming Yao’s gaze fell upon the man’s long back. He had an excellent figure with not an ounce of excess flesh. As he moved to close the door, his shoulder blades slightly protruded, like a pair of beautiful small wings.

The lines of his arms were pronounced, his muscles smooth and graceful, a classic inverted triangle physique–clothes make him look slim, but the flesh reveals when undressed.

Ming Yao’s gaze wandered not knowing where to rest, her hands at her sides tightened into fists.

Meeting him again after four years, she hadn’t expected it would be in a situation like this.

“I’ll come back in once Mr. President has dressed,” she managed not to show the panic that was within her.

Gu Siting turned to look at Ming Yao, narrowing his unfathomable, pitch-black eyes, with a powerful aura that was unmistakable.

Even though he was only wrapped in a towel, the regal air about him was not to be ignored.

Seeing that he had no intention of moving aside to let her measure him, Ming Yao took a few steps back, eyes lowered, and said with neither humility nor arrogance, “I am here to take Mr. President’s measurements.”

The man’s black eyes stared at her, expressionless, without a ripple.

His lips, thin like blades, were pressed tightly together, his contours sharp and cold, like a statue of a deity without any feelings or warmth.

After what seemed like an eternity, his voice low and chilly, he said, “Wouldn’t you get more accurate measurements without clothes?”

Ming Yao frowned slightly, “When taking a customer’s measurements, I never ask them to undress. Please put on your clothes, Mr. President. I assure you there will not be even a fraction of an inch of error!”

No sooner had Ming Yao finished speaking than the man’s frosty voice sounded again, “My time is valuable. Please demonstrate your professionalism. I allow no mistakes.”

Seeing that he didn’t plan to go in and put on clothes before letting her take his measurements, Ming Yao pondered quietly.

Was he doing this on purpose?

Could it be that those who had made clothes for him before had all measured him like this?

She suspected he was doing it on purpose, but she had no evidence.

Ming Yao took a deep breath, reminding herself not to mind, to treat him as just another client.

Besides, he was not completely naked; didn’t he have a towel around his waist?

Without saying anything more, Ming Yao took out a tape measure from her bag, her expression on her bright and beautiful face unreadable as she spoke in a light tone, “I’ll take your measurements.”

Gu Siting remained silent, the lines of his jaw tense, his profile extremely cold and sharp. His night-dark eyes fixed intently on her.

Ming Yao felt a tingling on her scalp under his gaze, but her face betrayed nothing.

Holding the tape measure, she measured from his shoulder to his wrist, recorded the size, looked up at him and said, “Spread your arms out, I need to measure your chest.”

She approached the task with detachment, her delicate and radiant brows and eyes showing no ripple, treating him as a complete stranger.

Gu Siting’s eyes darkened, becoming as dense and deep as ink.

Even though he had seen her photo on the trending searches yesterday, here in front of him was the vivid, living her.

Compared to four years ago, she was even more stunning and eye-catching, like a delicate, full blossom red rose.

Ming Yao measured Gu Siting’s dimensions while secretly pondering whether he had discovered Little Orange’s identity or not.

Upon entering the Presidential Residence, she hadn’t seen Little Orange, but considering the size of the place, it was possible that Little Orange had gone somewhere else.

Possibly preoccupied with other thoughts and not fully focused, Ming Yao’s fingertips accidentally touched the firm texture of the man’s muscles several times, causing a flurry of panic in her heart. As a result, she struggled to measure his chest accurately for quite some time.

Gu Siting’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his narrow eyes dark as ink that could seep out, “Is this the level of professionalism at Autumn Water Studio?”

Ming Yao looked up at the man; his thin lips were curved in a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

“Sorry, I’ll have the measurements done right away.”

Hearing Ming Yao’s words, Gu Siting’s dark gaze grew deeper and gloomier.

Ever since she had entered the room, he had been silently sizing her up.

There were no signs of resentment, anger, or unwillingness in her eyes.

In his presence, she seemed to treat him only as a stranger.

Strictly business, distant and cold.

In four years, she had become someone he couldn’t see through.

Ming Yao didn’t think about anything else, focusing solely on measuring the man.

He stood at 188, she at 170.

Though she wasn’t short, next to his tall and straight stature, she still appeared somewhat delicate and petite.

To ensure accurate measurements, Ming Yao had to move closer to him.

With only a step between them, her breath drifted down like soft feathers, causing his body to suddenly tense.

His eyes landed on her exquisite and well-formed figure. She was wearing a red chiffon blouse and a white A-line skirt that day, and the legs that emerged from under the skirt were slender and straight, their skin gleaming with the luster of unpolished jade under the light.

Her long hair was tied into a neat ponytail, and as she bent over, the ends fell over one shoulder, her facial contours sharp and bright. Her long eyelashes drooped like dense, long fans, her nose was high and proud, her lips red and plump, glowing brilliantly but not without the sultry allure of a little woman.

A light fragrance wafted through the air.

Coming from her hair.

It teased the heart, tickling it.

After Ming Yao finished measuring the man’s leg length, she looked up and noticed his dark eyes focused on her like a whirlpool, causing her to catch her breath.

She quickly stepped back, avoiding his gaze.

“Mr. President, I’ve finished taking the measurements.”

Gu Siting uttered a light hum, “Go to the wardrobe and fetch me a suit.”

Ming Yao originally wanted to refuse, but without any news from Little Orange, she was uncertain whether Gu Siting knew Little Orange’s identity or not, and so she swallowed back the words that had reached her lips.

His room was connected to the wardrobe.

The wardrobe was spacious, probably around fifty to sixty square meters, with cabinets on three sides displaying neatly arranged men’s suits, ties, cufflinks, wristwatches, etc., the luxury of which was extreme.

Ming Yao was slightly puzzled; why were there no clothes of Princess Dai Na here?

Perhaps the masters of the house each had a separate wardrobe!

After all, being a princess, her clothes should be more plentiful than Gu Siting’s!

Ming Yao picked up the man’s shirt and trousers, and she walked back to the room.

Just as she reached the door, she was blocked by the man’s towering figure.