The Laid-Back Heiress and Her Overbearing CEO

The office door bursts open, and Lin Lan rushes in, drenched, pearl milk tea dripping down her lazy slippers. Her cat, Baitiao, arches its back and hisses. The translator suddenly blares in a mechanical voice: "Abnormal Host heart rate detected. Immediate action recomme-"

"Shut up!" She snatches up the cat and stuffs it into her bag, then raises her phone with a cold laugh. "Fu Sinian, you hacked my phone's location and froze my milk-tea fund. What's next, locking me in a milk-tea prison?"

The man suddenly steps in close and pins her against the icy glass. The agreement smacks against her ear with a dull thud. His burning breath brushes her reddened earlobe. "Lin Lan, explain this. Why is Zhou Mingyuan saved in your contacts as 'My Big Baby'?" Thunder crashes outside, lighting the dark tide surging in his eyes. She curls her lips around his tie and deliberately tugs it crooked. "Is the domineering CEO... jealous?"