The Male Lead’s Villainess Stepmother

Chapter 63 – Bad Decision (2)

After she had settled down in the car, she cupped her little fragile heart and comforted it; the big boss was only doing that because his CEO-ness was showing and didn’t like anyone going against his decisions. His look earlier was not meant for her. In fact, she should rejoice that she could ride in such a luxurious car to the mall free of charge. The boss’s car looked very high-end, and she probably wouldn’t be able to ride in anything like it until her instant son became a winner in life.

She felt much better looking at it from this new point of view and became much less nervous now that she believed she was taking advantage of the big boss. She even thought she was being stealthy when she touched the seat beneath her butt. Wow, so soft and so comfortable. So this was the legendary real leather seat? In her past life, her dad had bought a new car when she was going to college. He also bragged about how it was real leather seat and an exalted luxury but that was nothing compared to the boss’s car. Were there different tiers of leather seats depending on who the buyer was?

Yan Shuyu was so occupied by all sorts of thoughts that she didn’t notice that the corners of the boss’s mouth had lifted up slightly.

But that didn’t matter, Robin, Boss Zhou’s elite assistant noticed it. He pursed his lips and quietly returned to his seat.

Robin had a lot of respect for Yan Shuyu. Any woman that could get Boss Zhou’s attention must be well versed in the human psyche and spent a lot of time studying art of war. She seemed to have mastered the techniques of capturing by releasing, advancing by retreating, establishing the new by destroying the old. And at the same time, she was good at adapting to changing situations and understood the boss very well.

The boss might appear to be a friendly person, but those who had worked with him for a while knew that he has quite a bit of a temper after all and wasn’t as patient as he seemed nor did he like to be questioned. Somehow, Yan Shuyu could avoid all the buttons that others normally would trigger inadvertently.

Being able to raise his interest perfectly every time and never let him feel bored, she was arguably the custom-made lover for him.

To put it in a different way, exactly how much time had she spent studying their boss?

Robin might be thinking that about Yan Shuyu, but he meant no disrespect at all. He could tell that as much as BOSS might tease Ms. Yan like a pet and keeping her just at bay, he did not look at her as someone who was vain and manipulative. As an excellent inferior, naturally he must follow suit and be positive and friendly toward her.

Not to mention that as soon as she showed up, BOSS’s mood improved greatly right away and all the bad air in the car cleared up. That was certainly a good thing! Robin felt much relieved, not knowing that his relief came too prematurely.

In the back, Yan Shuyu stroked the leather seat of the luxurious car and carefully leaned against it’s comfortable and bouncy back. Imaging that that she was a rich woman who could afford her own luxurious car and keeping her own boytoys, she was happy and deep into her own fantasy while completely forgetting about the boss sitting next to her.

When she finally remembered that she was the one hitching a ride, she heard the owner’s gentle voice next to her ear, “Aren’t you tired of holding onto your bags like that?”

“Oh, not too bad.” Yan Shuyu wasn’t tired of holding the bags, but after being reminded by the boss, she did feel a little silly to be holding onto them the way that she was. Deciding to follow his advice, she looked down by her feet where she was going to set her stuff down. After all, all her clothes added up to less than $1,000; probably the equivalent of rags as far as the boss was concerned. She wouldn’t want to disrespect him by putting them on the seat. =.=

Before she made her move, the boss said in a caring way, “Just put them on the seat, the floor isn’t clean.”

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