Mr. You, Please Dote On Me

“You said they are Damas, foolish Damas. What can I do?”

“Remember your identity. I don’t want my wife to be often bullied when she goes out.”

“Are you ashamed of me…?”

Shiyao bit her lips with her hands outstretched helplessly.

“Idiot!”

You Ze chuckled, pulled Shiyao into his arms and bent over to kiss her red lips.

Shiyao lay limply in his arms, kissing him, with her small hands swaying in the air.

You Ze buried her head in his chest, and gradually, Shiyao fell asleep holding the position.

When Shiyao woke up, it was already 10am the next day. Realizing that she would be late again, Shiyao hurriedly jumped out of bed.

“Gosh! I’m late again. The director is gonna kill me!”

This was the fourth time for Shiyao being late this month. Before she met You Ze, she was always an excellent employee with good performance!

“Will she?”

A lazy voice came behind her. Shiyao was startled to turn around and saw You Ze in pajamas.

“Why are you still here?”

“It’s day-off!”

With a smile in his eyes, You Ze looked at Shiyao as if she were a fool. Shiyao sat back on the bed and felt relieved, head down silently.

“You should have told me earlier. I’m scared…”

“Ah, I can have another day off!”

Shiyao ignored You Ze and rolled happily in bed, immersed in the comfort of the big bed. You Ze opened the closet and found a long white lace dress.

“Aren’t the clothes enough for you? Why did you rent clothes?”

You Ze threw the clothes to Shiyao, and selected a casual suit for himself.

“I have no time to go home…”

Shiyao stared at the pure-white dress in her hand. Actually, she didn’t check the wardrobe at all, always wearing the same sets of casual clothes.

“Go and change.”

“Why? Are we going out?”

“Yeah.”

With all ready, You Ze looked at Shiyao lying still in bed, anxious and helpless.

“Hurry up.”

“I must return the dress today, or I will have to pay for delay…”

Shiyao looked around the room, and could not find the dress she rented yesterday.

“The maid has gone for you.”

You Ze said flatly, leaning aloof against the closet.

Afraid of You Ze’s chilling eyes and impatience, Shiyao hurried to the bathroom to change clothes and put on light make-up quickly.

“Is this okay?”

You Ze nodded contentedly. Looking comfortable was his only requirement for women’s makeup.

“Where are we going?”

Shiyao casually asked.

“You’ll see when we get there.”

Given that You Ze was unwilling to tell her, Shiyao no longer asked, and simply played with her phone.

“The exam will be held the day after tomorrow…”

Shiyao muttered to herself.

“I’m sure you’ll make it.”

“Ah?” Shiyao turned her head in disbelief at You Ze, who was focused on driving.

“Don’t help me. I want to rely on myself.”

Shiyao secretly said to herself that she could do it.

You Ze simply laughed. The purpose of his order to reassess all employees of the company was to create an opportunity for Shiyao to win the position of CA.

“You think so much. I’ve always been a fair man.”

“You Ze, are you rich?”

Shiyao suddenly asked.

“Why do you ask?”

“The moment the Qins saw you yesterday, they immediately changed their attitude. I’ve never seen them be so humble to anyone before.”

“How much do you think I have?”

You Ze slyly teased Shiyao in a roundabout way.

Knowing nothing about it, Shiyao secretly estimated the value of Jiayuan Airlines and got a result by her imagination.

“One hundred million yuan?”

You Ze nodded thoughtfully. Shiyao was so surprised that she covered her face.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“I’m a rich woman from now on!”

You Ze was embarrassed, once again refreshing his cognition of Shiyao’s way of thinking.

“You didn’t know?”

Shiyao knew that You Ze was a big boss and rich. However, she never coveted the money of You’s, nor did she think about it.

With his lips slightly upward, You Ze wanted to tell Shiyao his real financial strength to see how she would react.

Displaced life with her mother since she was young had made Shiyao different from Qin Wen, who lived among various celebrities, so she didn’t know about a person like You Ze at all.

“The Qins won’t look down on me or dare to bully me anymore.”

Shiyao joked, smiling. Protective of her, You Ze reached out to hold her white hand.

“Mrs. You doesn’t need to fear anyone.”

“Do you know how badly I was bullied when I was a child? After I came out of the Qin’s family, they constantly harassed my mother, saying that my mother was a snobby and greedy mistress. We had to move again and again, but they could find us each time.”

“Then I thought, if I had money, I could protect my mother.”

“My mother is not like that. We used to be so poor that we had to live by eating other people’s leftovers. Even so, my mother never took a penny from the Qin’s family.”

Shiyao forced a smile to suppress the impulse to cry. Without her mother’s steadfast love, Shiyao couldn’t pull through.

“Don’t be too proud. I know the strength of the Qin’s family. Although you have one hundred million yuan, you can’t play hardball with them.”

Shiyao gently patted You Ze’s hand, chattering.

Rich as You Ze was, he was no match for the Qin’s that was richer and more powerful in population.

“Just don’t bother my mom…”

You Ze smiled back, clenched Shiyao’s hand and solemnly promised.

“Em, I promise you.”

Shiyao smiled with satisfaction, and her somber mood soon disappeared.

The car pulled up at a club. Shiyao was strained in pink high-heels, and You Ze skillfully held her shoulder.

“Why do I have to wear these? They hurt…”

Shiyao look at her feet with grievances, feeling a dull pain.

Shiyao grew up like a boy. Causal T-shirts and jeans accompanied her through all the teenage years. Not until the graduation from college did she gradually grew shoulder-length hair.

“Do they? Why didn’t you tell me? I thought you liked them last night.”

You Ze squatted down, frowning at Shiyao’s slightly red ankles.

She looked especially charming in a white dress and high-heels yesterday, so You Ze thought she liked the style. Unexpectedly, Shiyao was a novice.