Declaration of War

  This was the most heart-pounding social engagement for Cheng An-ya in months.

  Formerly the chief secretary of Klose and Ye Chen, Cheng An Ya was already familiar with social interactions, but this time, she felt that the air under her nose was too thin.

  Yang Zekun and Ye Chen, really seemed to be competing for something, not her illusion. Cheng Anya carefully filtered the information in her mind, these two didn't have any grudges.

  In business, even if it's a fight to the death, it's still a willing gamble, and one must accept defeat graciously.

  The atmosphere between these two people was so eerie that she wanted to scream, if it weren't for maintaining a perfectly smiling face, Cheng Anya really wanted to storm off.

  She had no idea what Ye Chen wanted her to come out for?

  Drink with someone?

  Remy Martin Louis VIII... a bottle of cognac that costs over 10,000 yuan, only these two can drink it like water.

  "Yang Shao and Miss Cheng seem to be getting along well." Ye Chen's delicate features were expressionless, deep as the sea, with a smile that was not quite a smile in his eyes as he glanced at Cheng An Ya, saying jokingly.

  Cheng An Ya pursed her lips, when did Ye BT start caring about her feelings for someone.

  Yang Ze Kun replied with a doting smile that was unique to An Ya, "Yes, it's been seven years!"

  Another vague answer.

  Ye Chen silently took a sip of wine, maintaining a very elegant gentlemanly demeanor, noble and handsome to the point where millions of girls would scream for him.

  Seven years, cut, show off, you don't know what's called seven-year itch?

  The bar is privately owned and the expensive prices have become a threshold for ordinary people. Most of the people here are well-known figures, including Ye Can and Yang Zekun.

  The two men's seemingly friendly yet rivalrous drinking game cast a mysterious hue over their business battle from the previous few months.

  "It's too sinister..." said Tycoon A, "It seems they are joining hands to swindle us?"

  "That's right, looking at the situation, it's probably true!" said Rich Man B. "Sneaky and cunning, Ye San is nothing, but I didn't expect Yang Zekun to be so sneaky too, a wolf in sheep's clothing."

  Cheng An Ya, be quiet!

  Come on! This big brother, even if he looks pure and innocent, is actually not. You just have poor eyesight, that's all. ~(≧▽≦)/~

  Luckily she could still make a joke in such a tense atmosphere.

  Cheng An Ya stopped at a restroom halfway through, and this time, two men who had been wearing elegant clothes all night completely shed their disguise.

  Yang Zekun's eyes, which were always warm and gentle, turned cold and hard as a knife. His indifference was terrifying. "Ye Chen, if you dare to move An Ya, I will make you regret it!"

  The cold words of Yan Luo were performed by this gentle man, and the effect was even more astonishing.

  The air around suddenly dropped.

  Cold and sharp, forcing people to be on guard.

  Ye Chen's eyes swept over with a hint of cruelty, coldly smiling, "You still want to challenge? Yang Zekun, I, Ye Chen, can kill you with just one finger, if you have the ability, come back and play."

  "What a big tone!" Yang Ze Kun coldly swept him with a glance, "I'm afraid you can't handle it!"

  "I'm afraid you can't afford to lose!"

  Two powerful gazes collided, instantly sparking a fierce spark, and the air was boiling with the gunpowder of battle. Without Cheng An Ya on the scene, the men's burning plunder and ferocity were undoubtedly exposed.

  ……

  Cheng Anya came out and the two of them raised their glasses again, smiled, tilted their heads back, and downed a shot of Remy Martin Louis VIII!