Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Yan Rusheng reached for his phone and dialed a number.

When he heard the voice on the other line, a smirk appeared on his face. "Chairman Zhang, I'm in the office, and I would like to invite you over for a cup of tea."

His cold-looking eyes were fixed intently on the laptop screen as he spoke.

The other party didn't reject and agreed in a trembling voice. Yan Rusheng's smirk became more pronounced. "Good. I will be waiting for you in the office with water and tea leaves."

After keeping the documents, the attorney walked to Yan Rusheng and timidly peered at him. He bowed rather awkwardly. "President Yan."

He waited for his instructions.

Yan Rusheng continued looking at the screen as he moved the mouse. "Go outside and wait for a while."

"Yes." He nodded and left the room.

Half an hour later, an old man in his sixties rushed into Yan Rusheng's office.

He was slightly bald. He smiled and bowed at Yan Rusheng the instant he saw him. "President Yan."

Yan Rusheng surveyed him with a benign smile, but it was a smile that made the old man shudder instead—goosebumps appeared.

Yan Rusheng pressed both hands against the arms of his chair and pushed himself up to his full height.

He gestured to the couch and politely said, "Chairman Zhang, take a seat. I'll brew tea."

Chairman Zhang shook his head and hands anxiously. "No, no, no! I'm not thirsty."

Even if he had the courage of a lion, he would never dare to make the high and mighty President brew tea for him personally.

His hands were obviously not meant for brewing tea.

Yan Rusheng slightly frowned. "Chairman Zhang, you rarely come to my office and furthermore, you are an elder. Even if you aren't thirsty, I still need to make you some tea. I'm not someone who doesn't know manners and etiquette."

He strode towards the direction of the water dispenser.

'Bah! If you know manners and etiquette, then no one else on Earth would know manners and etiquette,' the elder thought to himself.

Chairman Zhang silently glared at Yan Rusheng's back. He silently cursed him in his heart. He scrambled towards Yan Rusheng and put on a fawning smile. "President Yan, I'm really not thirsty. Don't trouble yourself."

Tiny beads of sparkling perspiration appeared on his forehead, and it was barely noticeable.

Yan Rusheng had been unusually courteous, and it felt like a foreboding omen.

"Chairman Zhang, don't stand on ceremony with me. I've prepared these premium tea leaves specially for you. You keep insisting that you're not thirsty, are you despising me?" Yan Rusheng raised his eyebrow, looking affronted as his gorgeous face darkened.

Chairman Zhang shook his head vigorously and explained, "No, no, no! I just feel that President Yan shouldn't be making me tea. This is totally unacceptable."

He paused and suggested, "Let me do it, let me."

He instantly rushed forward.

Yan Rusheng stuffed his hands casually into the pockets of his pants and eyed Chairman Zhang slyly. He put on a pretense once more. "How could I allow you to serve me? After all, you're a guest."

He spoke and walked unhurriedly at the same time, having no intention of walking his talk.

Chairman Zhang spun around with a wide smile. "I have a share in Flourish & Prosper too. President Yan, please don't treat me as an outsider."

Yan Rusheng curled his mouth into a wider smile. "Then, I shall count on Chairman Zhang."

Chairman Zhang was speechless.

Even though he was furious, but there was nothing he could do.