Quadruplets’ Charm: The Tycoon’s Hidden Heirs

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: I Don’t Like It Chapter 33: Chapter 33: I Don’t Like It Thinking back to that situation, I simply couldn’t hide the smile on my face.

We chatted for a while and ate for a while, but Tang Yu hesitated whether or not to tell Li Xue about leaving the capital.

The cellphone nearby started ringing.

She glanced at it; it was actually a call from Ye Sihan?

It was almost ten o’clock. What could it be about?

The resignation report? Could there be another surprise? Otherwise, why would he call her at this time?

She couldn’t just not answer it.

Tang Yu stood up and walked into the living room to answer the phone, “Hello.”

“Come down.”

“Ah? I… I’m already in bed.” Tang Yu didn’t want to go down at all.

If Ye Sihan could issue such a command, it was highly likely that his car was right at the entrance of the community!

“You have five minutes.”

“But I… Hello? Hello?” Tang Yu looked at her phone; the call had been disconnected.

Li Xue approached, “What’s wrong?”

“Ye Sihan is looking for me.”

“Then you have to go, right?” Li Xue knew all too well the power of authority.

What status and identity does Ye Sihan have in the capital? It would be effortless for him to silently dispose of people like them.

Tang Yu nodded helplessly.

“Alright, I’ll take care of the child.”

Tang Yu walked out of the community and indeed saw the Rolls-Royce parked by the side of the road. Its black body was even darker than the night, silent, like a beast lying in wait, ready to pounce.

She steadied her trepidation and approached the car.

Just as she got to the side of the car, the door automatically opened, and the chilling black figure inside made Tang Yu’s breath catch.

“Mr. Ye, did you need something from me?”

“Get in.”

Tang Yu thought, couldn’t he just say what he needed to say right here?

But compelled by those deep and sharp black eyes, she climbed into the car apprehensively.

The car door closed, and the vehicle drove off.

Tang Yu sat by the window, eyes wide open, paying close attention to the night-covered route outside.

Trying to figure out where they were going.

It wasn’t the way to KING Group, and it didn’t seem to be the way to the Ye Mansion either.

She sat on pins and needles, filled with uneasy anticipation.

Ye Sihan lifted his gaze momentarily to Tang Yu’s tense expression, yet said nothing about the purpose of their journey.

If he had, it would have only made her more nervous.

The car stopped, and Tang Yu lifted her eyes to see ‘Cloud Club’ emblazoned in golden and silver letters.

Why did they come here?

Seeing Ye Sihan walk inside, Tang Yu didn’t dare to lag behind and hurriedly followed.

The attentive manager of Cloud Club led the way, opening the door to the private room and stood aside with his head bowed.

After Ye Sihan and Tang Yu entered, he closed the door behind them.

Seeing Ye Sihan sit down on the sofa, Tang Yu couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Ye, what are we doing here?”

Ye Sihan’s black eyes lifted slightly, his presence from beneath surging upwards, creating an oppressive feeling no less intense than when he looked down, “As long as the resignation report isn’t approved, you’re still the life assistant, and the work that has to be done, must be done.”

Tang Yu found herself at a loss for words to refute him, but still muttered softly, “Then… then just approve my resignation report. You had already agreed to do it at that time…”

“Dissatisfied with me?”

“…No…” Tang Yu dared not speak her anger.

She thought, forget it, even if you really don’t approve it, I’m not worried. When the time comes, I’ll just leave.

After all, you’ve already agreed verbally, and I’ve already left the company.

It just hurts to think about the salary she hasn’t received yet.

“Are you planning to stand there forever?” Ye Sihan’s voice was deep and commanding, his authority unmistakable.

Tang Yu snapped back to reality and looked around for a place to sit, choosing the sofa opposite him.

Once she sat down, she felt Ye Sihan’s gaze on her face, making her uneasily fidget like she was on pins and needles.

Why was he staring at her like that?

Was there something wrong with where she sat?

The vibration of a phone broke the silence. Ye Sihan coolly shifted his gaze away, pulled the phone from his inner pocket, and answered the call.

The person on the other end said something, but he didn’t respond and hung up.

This only added to Tang Yu’s growing unease, unable to guess what was going on.

Especially when the call ended and Ye Sihan’s gaze fell on her once more—
“Come here.”

“What is it?” Tang Yu instinctively didn’t want to go over.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” Ye Sihan’s eyes had turned sharp, his aura becoming increasingly dangerous.

Tang Yu nervously bit her lip, steeled herself, and walked over to Ye Sihan.

She hesitated to sit down and was abruptly pulled over by an impatient Ye Sihan—
“Ah!” Tang Yu fell towards the man, landing in his solid embrace, her slender body immediately enveloped by his powerful presence. When she regained her senses, she realized she was sitting on Ye Sihan’s lap, and tried to get up hurriedly, but strong hands held her waist firmly in place, rendering her immobile. Tang Yu pleaded with a trembling voice, “Mr. Ye, let me get up, please. This isn’t right…”

“Don’t move.” Ye Sihan commanded firmly, his hand sliding further down—
“Mmm!” Tang Yu’s body shook violently, her face flushed, her expression panicked, “Mr. Ye!”

“I said, don’t move.” Ye Sihan’s intense, dark eyes bore into her, his proximity dangerously alluring and overpowering.

Tang Yu’s hands clung to Ye Sihan’s broad shoulders, her delicate fingers tensing, gripping his black shirt and creasing it, “This isn’t right…”

“Why not.” Ye Sihan’s dark eyes were somber.

“I… I don’t like…” Tang Yu’s breathing became rapid.

Ye Sihan, acting as if he hadn’t heard her, said with distinct fingers, “Your body is much more honest than your mouth.”

Tang Yu gripped tighter, her body softening in Ye Sihan’s arms, shaking uncontrollably, “No, please…”

What… what is he doing?

Could it be that he brought her here just for this?

It can’t be happening. She has a cesarean scar on her abdomen; she couldn’t let Ye Sihan see it.

Luo Bingbing, dressed to kill, high heels clicking, strode into the Cloud Club like a model.

She never imagined that Lin Shuhuan from the Ye Family would seek her out, expressing a wish for her to be with Ye Sihan, even facilitating and arranging this meeting for her.

She was so delighted that she couldn’t keep her mouth shut the entire way there.

It was as though she had already stepped into high society!

Moreover, to marry Ye Sihan—that’s the pinnacle of joining a wealthy family! It’s practically the same as becoming an ancient empress!

The Cloud Club manager stepped forward, “Miss Luo, please follow me.”

“Okay.”

“There’s no need to knock. Just go right in.”

Luo Bingbing took this to mean that Ye Sihan had made special arrangements for her, a sign of his appreciation and affection, to the extent that she didn’t even need to knock.

Upon reaching the private room’s door, the manager left.

Luo Bingbing took out a compact mirror from her purse to check her makeup—flawless—before she proceeded to open the door.

As the door opened and she walked in, the smile that she couldn’t hide froze and then vanished at the sight before her on the sofa.

There, in Ye Sihan’s embrace on the sofa, was a woman, her top slid down, revealing half of her back, her pale skin dazzlingly white.

That waist and those limbs seemed to be shaking off something dreadful.

Then her body suddenly trembled violently, her head thrown back deeply, her torso arched forward shaking, with a cry in her voice, “Ah…”

The position lasted for a while before she finally slumped limply into Ye Sihan’s arms.