The Tycoon’s Enchanted Mermaid

Chapter 107: Chapter 107: Just Coming to Have a Look

Zhang Qian looked at the elegant and beautiful Zhong Xiao’ai in front of him, his expression unchanged, adopting a purely businesslike demeanor, he asked,

“Miss Zhong, have you informed Mr. Qin about your visit or made an appointment in advance?”

A hint of embarrassment crept onto Zhong Xiao’ai’s exquisite face, clearly understanding the message that she was not welcome to enter.

Moreover, with the door open, Qin Yu must have heard her voice, but he chose to ignore her.

Zhong Xiao’ai was aware that Qin Yu was difficult to deal with, but she had not expected even an assistant to be so inflexible, especially since she had mentioned Old Mrs. Qin.

However, since Zhong Xiao’ai had already arrived at the Qin Group building, she was reluctant to leave empty-handed.

“I’m sorry, it was my mistake. I just returned to the country last week and don’t have Mr. Qin’s contact information.”

Zhong Xiao’ai looked at Zhang Qian with a full sense of apology, her hands demurely holding a bag, a breathtaking beauty that would evoke sympathy from any gentleman who cherished the fairer sex.

Unfortunately, Qin Yu was an icy thousand-year-old glacier, and those around him were either similarly cold or as unfeeling as wood. They saw right through Zhong Xiao’ai’s displays of vulnerable pleading.

“I’m sorry, Miss Zhong, but these are Mr. Qin’s rules.”

Zhang Qian replied with a cold face.

Zhong Xiao’ai lifted the lunch she was holding, put down her pride as a wealthy heiress, and continued to implore, “I don’t need to go in, but this is personally entrusted to me by Old Mrs. Qin to deliver. I must hand it to the Third Young Master to fulfill my duty.”

Her words were ostensibly for the assistant’s ears but were actually meant for Qin Yu, to inform him that this was Old Mrs. Qin’s thoughtful gesture, and she was merely the messenger.

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Zhang Qian hesitated. The Third Young Master might not have deep feelings for other members of the Qin family, but Old Mrs. Qin was different.

“Let her in.”

Qin Yu spoke up, and Zhang Qian immediately stepped aside to make way, “Miss Zhong, Mr. Qin allows you to enter.”

Zhong Xiao’ai’s breath caught, her manicured nails digging into her palm as she struggled to contain the excitement surging within her.

She had not expected Qin Yu to suddenly speak up. From childhood, everyone knew of Qin Yu’s icy demeanor; hardly anyone could approach him, not even members of the Qin family.

Now that he was suddenly letting her in, could it be that he also…

Zhong Xiao’ai’s lips curved slightly upwards. She tilted her chin towards Zhang Qian, “Then I’ll go in first, Assistant Zhang. Take your time.”

Zhang Qian nodded and stepped aside to leave. In his eyes, whether it was Miss Zhong, Miss Wang, or Miss Yang, there was no difference or special treatment.

Zhong Xiao’ai steadied her emotions, pushed open the door with her hand, and walked in slowly on her high heels. When she saw the handsome man behind the office desk, her breathing instantly became erratic.

It was her first time seeing Qin Yu in three years; he was more captivating than she remembered. Zhong Xiao’ai had to admit, throughout her life, whether in her home country or abroad, she had never seen a man who intrigued her like Qin Yu.

Her father had expressed his hope for her to promote an alliance through marriage with the Qin family to elevate the Zhong family’s status. At that time, she said nothing, but when Old Mrs. Qin sent an invitation, she did not refuse.

Zhong Xiao’ai’s gaze settled on Qin Yu’s handsome face, her cheeks blushing faintly as she stood firm in front of the desk.

“Mr. Qin, hello, I am Zhong Zhengzhao’s daughter, my name is Zhong Xiao’ai, we have met before.”

Qin Yu looked up at her briefly, his eyes cold, without saying a word, he continued signing documents.

Zhong Xiao’ai dared not speak again, standing up straight.

The silence suddenly fell outside, with Ah Da’s brows in her pocket involuntarily furrowing, feeling a bit odd. A girl had come looking for Qin Yu—what was their relationship?

Ah Da couldn’t help but speculate, could it be like on TV, boyfriend and girlfriend?

Zhong Xiao’ai gradually began to feel uneasy. She couldn’t fathom Qin Yu’s attitude; he didn’t speak or offer pleasantries. She was clear in her heart that this man lacked any semblance of gentlemanly demeanor.

Qin Yu finished signing the contract on the table, capped his pen, and raised his eyes to the bag in Zhong Xiao’ai’s hand, speaking languidly, “Miss Zhong, no matter what the old lady has said to you, I hope you don’t take it to heart.”

Zhong Xiao’ai’s heart tightened, but she maintained a proper smile on her face, softly saying, “Mr. Qin, I think there’s been a misunderstanding. Old Mrs. Qin didn’t say anything to me. It’s just that I was going to visit my mentor at Kyoto University today, and the old lady asked me to drop by and send some fresh pastries to you as a greeting.”

“If you feel disturbed, I’m very sorry. I can leave right now.”

Zhong Xiao’ai still pushed everything on Old Mrs. Qin, as far as she knew, Qin Yu was not that distant from Old Mrs. Qin.

Qin Yu squinted his eyes, his fingers lightly tapping on the desktop, and said coldly, “The Qin Family is the Qin Family, and I am myself. No matter what intentions the old lady has conveyed to you or the Zhong Family, they are of absolutely no effect with me. I believe Miss Zhong is a smart person.”

Zhong Xiao’ai’s heart chilled, immediately understanding that Qin Yu’s reason for letting her in was to warn her not to harbor any delusions.

The old lady indeed had intentions of setting her up with Qin Yu. During their chat that morning, Zhong Xiao’ai could sense that Old Mrs. Qin was very pleased with her, hence the gift of pastries.

Sending gifts was just a pretext. For Qin Yu to call her in to warn her was something Zhong Xiao’ai had never anticipated.

He didn’t give her any face, nor did he give any to Old Mrs. Qin.

Zhong Xiao’ai bit her lip. Having been born into a prestigious family, she had always been the center of attention. She had never suffered such humiliation before, and her self-esteem wouldn’t allow her to stoop low again.

“Sorry for the disturbance.”

Zhong Xiao’ai held back her tears, stepping back in her white high heels. She gently placed the bag on the coffee table in the small living room, “The items from Old Mrs. Qin for Mr. Qin—I don’t dare make decisions on my own, so I’ll leave them for Mr. Qin to handle.”

The woman’s eyes glistened wetly as she looked at the stern man sitting behind the office desk, the pity that he was utterly indifferent.

After she left, Qin Yu glanced at the items on the coffee table, shifted in his seat, and poked at his suit pocket, which was bulging slightly.

“Aren’t you coming out?”

Ah Da was covering her ears, pretending to be dead while squatting in the pocket.

Qin Yu laid his suit on the desk and looked at the small figure cowering inside the pocket, speaking indifferently: “One minute.”

Ah Da’s tiny body shook slightly. She slowly lifted her head, Qin Yu loomed over her, his eyes cold and distant.

Could he really be angry?

The man’s fingertips tapped on the desk lightly, each tap like a countdown, sending Ah Da into disarray.

From Qin Yu’s pocket emerged a small girl, her hair a messy tumble, like a little rabbit caught in the act, her gaze darting around, unable to meet his.

Ah Da, with a gaze full of presence on the top of her head, felt a moment when she truly wanted to cast a Magic spell and disappear on the spot.

With her current Spiritual Power, she could do it, but no, it wouldn’t be right. If she ran away, Qin Yu would only get angrier.

Qin Yu stared at the tiny figure on the desk, his eyes dark and grim, his voice cool as water, and devoid of any ripple of emotion:

“Tell me, why are you here?”

Ah Da’s pale fingers fidgeted with her dress, the green fabric making her skin seem even more porcelain. Her black, soft hair fell to her waist. Standing tiny on the desk, she looked obedient and cute, hardly reaching the height of the suit.

“I… I just wanted to come and see…”

The small girl’s eyes were teary, her voice as slim as a whisper. Combined with her diminutive form, it was hard for anyone to be harsh with her.