Do You Want to Marry Me? Chapter 172: Did You Hear Anything?

Chapter 172: Did You Hear Anything?

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Before Jin Nian could speak, there was a light knock on the door.

It was the a.s.sistant, stating that there was a contract that needed Lu An’s review.

Jin Nian was immediately startled, attempting to move away. However, Lu An held her back. “Stay here. It’s fine.”

“No,” she whispered.

Seeing no response from inside, the a.s.sistant asked again, “CEO Lu, this contract was sent by headquarters and is rather urgent. May 1 come in now?” “You may,” Lu An replied. Before he finished speaking, he noticed Jin Nian sneakily bending down and crawling under the table.

Jin Nian had seen the CEO’s a.s.sistant in the company before and knew that this person’s status in the company was almost second only to Lu An. She had accidentally overheard his conversation with the heads of other departments. He hit the nail on the head and spoke sharply.

At that time, Jin Nian was secretly happy that she was not under his control. In addition, he usually had no expression on his face and did not smile. Every time Jin Nian saw him, she would feel a little nervous.

Lu An watched as Jin Nian curled herself into a ball under the table. He wanted to pull her out, but the a.s.sistant had already walked to the table and stood still.

“CEO Lu, this is the contract.”

Jin Nian’s playfulness was aroused. She tugged at Lu An’s pants under the table and winked at him.

There was a part.i.tion on the wide desk, so the a.s.sistant standing opposite Lu An naturally couldn’t see the person hiding below.

Lu An watched as Jin Nian curled herself into a ball under the table, and instead of pulling her out, he decided to play along.

He sat in his chair, gently pus.h.i.+ng it forward so that the person beneath the table was now between his legs.

Jin Nian didn’t realize anything was amiss at this point. She squatted under the table, looking up at Lu An.

From Lu An’s perspective, her actions were hard to interpret as anything other than mischievous.

Lu An let out a breath and stopped paying attention to her. He took the contract from his a.s.sistant, forcing distracting thoughts out of his mind.

The contract was entirely in English, and Lu An found it quite straightforward. He quickly signed his name and handed the contract back to the a.s.sistant. “You may leave.”

The a.s.sistant seemed to have something to say, but he sensed that the boss was preoccupied with something else and didn’t have time to listen. So, he turned and exited.

Unfortunately, as soon as the a.s.sistant left, another senior executive entered the room.

This time, it was the head of the animation department, here to discuss something with Lu An.

Lu An’s gaze s.h.i.+fted to Jin Nian. He raised an eyebrow, silently signaling her to hold on for a little longer.

She could have easily stood up, but Lu An found the situation rather amusing.

Jin Nian remained half-knelt at his feet, making his mouth dry. Her gaze was clear, but it didn’t deter him from letting his imagination wander.

The executive from the animation department, around the same age as Lu An, was a Chinese American and conversed in English.

When Lu An spoke English, his tone and manner were different from his usual self. Having lived in Hong Kong and studied abroad for six years, his English p.r.o.nunciation was precise and pleasing to the ear.

During their school days, Jin Nian often pestered Lu An to dictate English words for her. Traditional Chinese schools focused on listening and writing English but often had poor p.r.o.nunciation.

Lu An had never considered British p.r.o.nunciation to be anything special. He comforted her, saying that it was normal for Chinese people to have an accent when speaking English, just as people from other countries had their accents. What mattered was effective communication.

Lu An was a peculiar individual. While he often appeared aloof and proud, he never looked down on others.

Jin Nian’s legs curled up for so long, had gone numb. She looked up at Lu An, who was deeply engrossed in his work. She suddenly understood why people found dedicated men so attractive.

Lu An had a flawless face. Even from such an awkward angle, his well-defined jawline and high nose bridge made Jin Nian marvel at the unfairness of it all.

Their conversation was filled with technical terms that Jin Nian couldn’t comprehend. In her boredom, she untied Lu An’s sneakers and retied them into a neat bow.

When she finished, she accidentally noticed Lu An’s Adam’s apple moving up and down.

Then, she couldn’t help but notice that a certain someone’s lower body was undergoing some changes.

Startled, she gestured for him to step back, her head b.u.mping against the wooden board of the desk with a loud thud.

“Did you hear anything?” the executive asked, puzzled.

Lu An’s expression remained calm as he casually made up a story. “Just a small wild cat..”