The Obsessive Tycoon Claims the Deserted Heiress
Chapter 105 - 104: Yao Yu asked me to deliver the invitation to you.

Chapter 105: 104: Yao Yu asked me to deliver the invitation to you.

Hearing the intimate form of address, Shi Wei lifted his eyes slightly and glanced at her, his gaze laced with a chilling menace: "My name is not one you can call."

The smile on Meng Han’s face froze for a moment. She seated herself on the chair opposite him, tilted her head, and looked at him. "Then how do you wish me to address you? Mr. Shi?"

It was clearly a perfectly normal title, yet coming from her mouth, it carried an indescribable hint of ambiguity.

"You are not worthy." Shi Wei scoffed, his tone tinged with mockery, not even sparing her another glance this time.

As if looking at her one more time might taint his eyes.

Even though Meng Han had long grown accustomed to his icy demeanor, hearing those three words still caused a sharp twinge in her heart.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her voice still soft and seductive: "You’re just the same as ever, not a bit different."

She could still recall how she used to rack her brain trying to make her presence known in front of this man, scouting his whereabouts, engineering chance encounters over and over again.

But no matter what she did, she was never able to catch his eye.

"Speak, or leave." Shi Wei glanced down, fiddling with his phone, the ends of his long lashes brushing against the corners of his peach-blossom eyes, forming a languid yet cold curve.

Meng Han stared obsessively at his side profile, her gaze tracing the contours of his face.

She had encountered countless types of men in Imperial City, but not one of them had the fatal allure of the man before her, making her utterly addicted.

And a man like this should belong to her by right.

Hiding the determination that flashed across her eyes, Meng Han pulled out an invitation card from her bag, scented with her signature perfume, and slid it toward him.

"Yao Yu is hosting a celebration this weekend. She asked me to give this to you." Delivering an invitation was a task that didn’t require her personal involvement — she just wanted an excuse to see him.

Shi Wei responded faintly, not even lifting his head as his fingers tapped quickly on the phone screen, texting with someone.

He was immersed in that conversation box, as if he had entirely forgotten about the woman sitting across from him.

"Will you go?" Meng Han quietly glanced at his phone, attempting to interrupt him with the voice she prided herself on.

But that intentionally flirtatious tone, in Shi Wei’s ears, sounded as grating as the caw of a crow perched in the low mountains, leaving him deeply irritated.

Shi Wei rasped out, addressing Chen Cai, who was standing silently by the floor-to-ceiling windows: "Chen Cai." His pale, smooth jaw tilted slightly in the direction of the door.

Chen Cai immediately understood. He walked over to Meng Han, extending his right hand. "Miss Meng, please."

Meng Han tightened her grip on her purse strap, looking at the man unwillingly, refusing to move.

It was as though she were waiting, waiting for an answer.

The president’s office fell silent, leaving only the faint, continuous tapping of keys to remind Meng Han that the man before her would not give her any response.

"Miss Meng, if you please." Chen Cai withdrew his now-aching hand, his tone tinged with a trace of impatience.

Meng Han no longer had a reason to stay. She slowly rose, took a deep breath, and walked out alongside Chen Cai.

Compared to how she had entered, her departure exuded a faint hint of defeat.

**

After stepping out of the taxi, Yu Zhi jogged into Xing Ye’s lobby. As she headed straight toward the president’s exclusive elevator, she was stopped at the reception desk.

"Who are you here to see?" Chen Tiantian, wearing high heels, stood before her unhurriedly, her gaze openly scanning Yu Zhi up and down.

Yu Zhi cast her a casual glance. "Shi Wei."

She adjusted her backpack, shoving both hands into her pockets, exuding a lazy and indifferent demeanor.

"Who did you say you’re looking for?" Chen Tiantian nearly burst out laughing at the two words that entered her ears.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she looked at Yu Zhi with an air of scorn. "Little girl, stop daydreaming and run along back to wherever you came from."

Nowadays, girls seemed always to be figuring out how to take shortcuts, plotting to climb the ranks by any means necessary, without even checking what they were worth.

Yu Zhi raised her brows and glanced at the name badge hanging around Chen Tiantian’s neck. "Is this the kind of attitude you have as a receptionist?"

"My attitude is none of your concern." Chen Tiantian shot her a sharp glare, her tone smug. "Please leave. President Shi won’t see you."

"Oh, really?" Yu Zhi’s lips curved into an enigmatic smile. She didn’t continue arguing, instead pulling out her phone and dialing a number.

Watching the sunny, radiant smile on Yu Zhi’s face, a trace of jealousy flickered through Chen Tiantian’s eyes, though it was quickly concealed by disdain.

"Do you think one phone call is going to get President Shi to see you?" Chen Tiantian had seen plenty of girls claiming to be sisters or friends of Xing Ye employees or managers, all trying their luck to get in.

But none had succeeded in stepping into that elevator — all of them were just delusional.

Yu Zhi didn’t respond, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on the elevator doors. When a crisp "ding" sounded and a pair of tall, lean legs stepped out, her eyes lit up.

Shi Wei strode toward her briskly, wrapping an arm around her waist as if no one else was there. His tone was soft and full of affection. "Zhizhi, what brings you here?"

It wasn’t even time for school to let out yet; by all logic, she should still be on campus.

"I took the day off." Yu Zhi tilted her head to look up at his refined, handsome face, her almond-shaped eyes with their light hazel-brown hue shimmering like liquid light.

"Day off?" As if by habit, Shi Wei took the backpack slung over her shoulder, intertwining his fingers with hers in his free hand.

"Mm." Not wanting to say too much with someone else present, Yu Zhi kept her explanation brief.

She turned her gaze to Chen Tiantian, who stood frozen in shock. "Can I go up now?"

Following her line of sight, a flicker of coldness passed through Shi Wei’s eyes, like a frozen, shadowed valley that made one feel suffocated.

"Y-yes, of course." Intimidated by his cold gaze, Chen Tiantian quickly lowered her head, her hands trembling uncontrollably.

She had never imagined that the girl she’d just looked down upon had such an intimate relationship with Shi Wei.

But it was too late for regrets. In that moment, she knew her career was effectively over.

In the president’s office.

Sitting on the couch with Yu Zhi in his arms, Shi Wei played with her soft, delicate fingers, as if holding a cloud in his hands, a sensation that melted his heart.

"Where is she?" Yu Zhi’s eyes scanned the room before turning to look at him in confusion.

"Who?"

"The person you said was harassing you." She had been worried he’d be troubled, which is why she’d hurried over after receiving his message.

Shi Wei paused for a moment, his pristine face softening with a faint smile, like the first snow slowly melting into blossoms.

He buried his head gently in the curve of her neck, murmuring softly, "She’s already gone."

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