Oath of Love

That was a distant word. She didn’t want to think about it again.

“Give Young Master some time. After all, his life is different from regular people.” After speaking, Sister Rong smiled and entered the kitchen.

Give him some time? An Ran didn’t understand.

She ate her soymilk and fritters. Then she took care of a steamed bun before going to Ye Chengwei’s library.

There was an empty plate with a fork and knife on the table. The sandwich was gone while there was half a glass of milk left on the side. Ye Chengwei was staring at something on his laptop.

An Ran coughed softly. She still didn’t know what to call him.

“I have a name.” Ye Chengwei moved his gaze onto An Ran. “Of course, you can also call me Young Master Ye.”

Young Master Ye… An Ran wanted to throw up. She didn’t want to be so theatrical.

“What do you want?” she asked straightforwardly.

Ye Chengwei stared at her. “What, Zhao Si didn’t teach you how to be gentle? You talk to your money provider like this?”

Money provider! An Ran’s heart hurt like it was stabbed by a needle. She’d forgotten that she was just a pet that he would play with when he was in the mood. She had to be submissive and try to get on his good side.

“Go make me coffee,” Ye Chengwe ordered.

An Ran bit her lips without moving. Was a lover like a servant?

Seeing how she didn’t move, Ye Chengwei arched an eyebrow, looking mean. An Ran’s heart trembled. She suddenly grew afraid and her stubbornness collapsed for now.

She turned and exited the library. She found Sister Rong downstairs, made coffee, and went to give it to Ye Chengwei. He sipped on the Blue Mountain Coffee elegantly yet casually. He didn’t seem in a hurry to talk.

But An Ran was in a hurry. She didn’t return the entire night and she didn’t know how Gao Enying would interrogate her. She couldn’t work overtime until daybreak.

“Uh…Young Master Ye, do you have something to say?” she asked with a gentle voice.

Actually, she wanted to hit Ye Chengwei for how slow he was. They all said that time was money, but it didn’t seem that way for him.

“I like it when you call me A-wei.” Ye Chengwei’s lips curled into a faint smile. It was a bit flirty.

An Ran’s heart jumped.

“Call me that.” Ye Chengwei grew interested. Seeing her hold her breath, he found it cute.

An Ran: …

Were they close?

But were they not close? They slept in the same bed together at least twice.

“Ah…Wei,” An Ran mumbled.

“We’ll talk whenever you can say that clearly.” Ye Chengwei continued drinking his coffee.

An Ran was speechless.

“A-wei.” She was so comfortable.

Ye Chengwei continued drinking coffee.

An Ran knew that she’d said it too stiffly. Pushing down her anger, she tried very hard to say it flirtingly. “A-wei.”

Then her stomach turned. She swore that it wouldn’t happen again.

Ye Chengwei almost spat out his coffee and glared at An Ran. This girl must’ve done that on purpose.

He set down the coffee. Resting in his chair, he looked at An Ran. “Do you know what’s the first thing a lover should do?”

Hearing that word, An Ran felt insulted. “No,” she said indifferently.

“It’s okay, I’ll teach you until I train you into a good lover.” Ye Chengwei stood up and walked slowly to An Ran’s side. He hugged her waist from behind.

He rested his chin on her shoulder and turned slightly to kiss her ear. An Ran’s heart pounded. An indescribable feeling rose up within her.

She wanted to hide, but she couldn’t.