An Inner Life of a Cold Beauty Omega Secretary - Chapter 11

Ye Baiwei couldn’t quite put a name to the emotion—it felt like a fishbone suddenly stuck in her throat; uncomfortable, yet carrying a faint, stinging ache. She couldn’t tell if it was pure distress or just agitation.

However, she could understand why Mu Zheng had rejected her so flatly. It was her own lack of consideration that had plunged them both into this awkward situation.

But she truly felt that the dress was perfect for Mu Zheng.

To break the awkwardness, Ye Baiwei quickly changed her tune: “Don’t be nervous, Secretary Mu. I wasn’t going to buy it for you. It’s just that your figure is similar to hers, so I wanted to see if it would fit.”

She knew it.

Mu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. “President Ye, for custom clothing, you really should bring the person themselves. It makes it easier for the designer to make adjustments.”

If she brought someone, wouldn’t she be exposed instantly?!

Where was she supposed to find an Omega with a figure exactly like Mu Zheng’s?

Even if she found one, she couldn’t exactly show up blatantly with a lover at a venue where paparazzi and media might snap photos at any moment!

No, no, no—absolutely not!

Ye Baiwei made a snap decision: “Bring her here? Secretary Mu, do you think I don’t have enough scandals? Are you trying to add some more ‘fun’ to my life?”

[Do you even hear the absolute bullshit coming out of your mouth?]

[So the person who usually parades those N-number of lovers around for shopping sprees is a ‘ghost’?!]

[When you’re making me clean up your messes, I don’t see you acting so modest. Puh-lease!]

Pfft—

Ye Baiwei nearly choked on her own spit, her expression turning slightly sheepish. In the original Ye Baiwei’s memories, why hadn’t she seen anything about this?!

Shopping with lovers in broad daylight? Was the original Ye Baiwei’s brain kicked by a donkey?!!!

The current Ye Baiwei didn’t dare turn to look at Mu Zheng. She felt that Mu Zheng’s gaze alone could kill her right now.

And the reality was indeed so.

This time, Mu Zheng didn’t even bother to act perfunctory. Ye Baiwei had shopped with lovers plenty of times, and she did it with such a high profile it was as if she was terrified people wouldn’t know they were her paramours. Every time Mu Zheng had to clean up the aftermath, she felt like letting the world end.

Now, here she was, putting on an act.

But then again, she was the boss.

Mu Zheng took a deep breath, trying to stay as calm as possible. Her basic principle was to not argue with idiots.

“You are right, President Ye.”

Judging by that teeth-gritting tone, Mu Zheng had likely chopped her into dozens of pieces in her mind. Ye Baiwei felt a chill down her spine, as if something invisible was blowing a cold wind in her ear.

But she had no choice. If she didn’t say that, where would she find a person to bring!

She wasn’t the original Ye Baiwei; she wasn’t willing to spend that much money to hire a bunch of “monsters and demons.” Money should be spent where it counts. Making her spend money on random strangers was no different from killing her!

Besides, she had to save up money to support her future wife!

Thinking this, Ye Baiwei suddenly felt righteous again. She turned to the saleswoman and said, “Never mind. Just finish my new suit quickly and send it over.”

“Of course, President Ye.”

“Safe travels, President Ye.”

Once they left the counter, Ye Baiwei finally felt like she could breathe. She guiltily glanced at Mu Zheng out of the corner of her eye, only to find Mu Zheng looking at her too. Their gazes collided.

Ye Baiwei didn’t know whether to look away or not. Looking away would prove she had a guilty conscience, but staying would also seem like she had a guilty conscience.

“Does President Ye have something to say?”

“No.”

[Sicko.]

“…” Fine, call me a sicko then. After all, she was the one in the wrong.

Ye Baiwei turned her head back, wondering how she would pass the long night ahead. She hoped to God no one would suddenly call her. Tonight, Mu Zheng was going back to be with her boyfriend, so she’d have to deal with everything alone. If someone she didn’t know showed up—or rather, someone the original Ye Baiwei had zero impression of—her status as an imposter would truly be exposed.

No.

She had to think of something.

After a lot of internal mental preparation, Ye Baiwei mimicked the original’s tone: “Speaking of which, Secretary Mu, you’re such a cold person. I’m curious what kind of Alpha would be willing to be with a block of ice.”

At this question, Mu Zheng immediately became guarded. “What do you mean by that, President Ye?”

If anyone else had asked, she would have thought they were truly asking for the reason, but Ye Baiwei was different. Ye Baiwei frequently engaged in messy A-O-B relationships, as indiscriminate as a pig. Sometimes she didn’t even care about the person’s looks; it was purely a psychological quirk—thinking that what she couldn’t have was best. Those who were hard to conquer satisfied her twisted desire for dominance.

Therefore, in Mu Zheng’s eyes, none of Ye Baiwei’s questions were “just asking.”

“Why would you ask that, Secretary Mu?”

“Doesn’t President Ye know better than I do?”

The moment she said it, Mu Zheng felt the reply was too emotional. Even if Ye Baiwei was a scumbag, she was still the boss, and Mu Zheng was the secretary; they were fundamentally superior and subordinate. A qualified secretary should never speak to a superior in that tone.

Furthermore, people like Ye Baiwei hated subordinates using that tone; it was like challenging her authority as a boss.

Taking a deep breath, Mu Zheng corrected herself: “I mean, why is President Ye suddenly asking me this?”

She really is angry.

Ye Baiwei felt like a total coward inside. Before transmigrating, she was just an ordinary corporate slave; she couldn’t switch identities that quickly. Moreover, very few people could truly emulate a woman like the original Ye Baiwei.

Oh wait, actually, anyone could learn the “scumbag” part pretty fast.

But Ye Baiwei was determined to be a Pure Love Warrior. Whatever the original Ye Baiwei did had nothing to do with her, the imposter!

“I’m just curious. You’re usually always by my side, Secretary Mu. How did you get a partner so quickly?” Ye Baiwei emboldened herself and leaned in. “Or is this just an excuse you made up?”

Mu Zheng really wanted to slap Ye Baiwei right now. If she hit that punchable face, the palm print would surely look beautiful. “This is a personal matter. I don’t believe I need to report every detail to you, President Ye. Besides, do I look like such a boring person to you?”

“Then what is his name? Where does he work?”

“President Ye, I already said this is a personal matter, there’s no need to—”

“If you don’t answer those two questions, it only proves one thing: you’re lying to me, Secretary Mu.”

“…Then feel free to think so, President Ye.”

Ye Baiwei smirked. “And what if I use my power as your boss to command you to answer? What do you plan to do then?”

Mu Zheng had never seen such a brazen person. If it weren’t for… if it weren’t for… she would definitely give Ye Baiwei a slap!

“I believe President Ye wouldn’t do that, and I believe in your character.”

“But my character is terrible. What if I definitely do it?”

Mu Zheng lowered her eyes and remained silent, gritting her teeth and slowly clenching her fists.

Ye Baiwei saw all these movements. She stared into Mu Zheng’s eyes, originally intending to use the opportunity to make Mu Zheng back down, but as she looked, she realized the other woman’s eyes were exceptionally beautiful—shimmering as if they hid a sea of stars. She couldn’t look away.

She wanted to reach out and touch them, because they were truly so beautiful; she had never seen such eyes. But the moment she raised her hand, she snapped out of it and pulled back.

Ye Baiwei wanted to slap herself right now. What was she planning to do? Touch Mu Zheng’s face?

The woman had an Alpha! How could she have such filthy thoughts!

Could it be because of the original body that she instinctively wanted to make a move on any decent-looking A, O, or B?!!!

No way, no way, no way!

Definitely not!

Ye Baiwei thought this was terrifying. If it were true, she’d never be able to stay “chaste” for her dear future wife. This absolutely could not happen!!!

Her purity only belonged to her future dear wife; no one else!

“I’m just joking. Why are you so tense, Secretary Mu?” Ye Baiwei quickly turned away to avoid her gaze. “I assume your boyfriend must like you very much.”

Mu Zheng wanted to correct her—she didn’t have an Alpha, nor did she need one—but she was afraid Ye Baiwei would become interested in Fang Ran. If Ye Baiwei used force, she could do it without a trace, and anything Mu Zheng did then would be in vain. She could only roll with the mistake; having Ye Baiwei misunderstand wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

“I trust President Ye will soon find her own ‘destined one’ as well.”

That’s definitely not what she’s thinking.

Ye Baiwei was certain of it.

Wait, under these circumstances, Mu Zheng didn’t roast her in her head?

She must have been scared by my words.

Probably.

Ye Baiwei felt confident about this, however, just as she took a step…

[Find my ass. Only a ghost would be willing to marry a piece of trash like you!]

[Oh wait, even ghosts don’t have such bad taste. That was an insult to ghosts; she should apologize to them.]

[Why are these stairs built so low? They should be higher. Not like they’d kill a person if they fell anyway.]

[I really want to slap this piece of trash. This face looks like it loves getting slapped, but my hand might hurt. Not worth it. I’ll prepare a pair of gloves next time.]

Ye Baiwei knew it. Good thing she hadn’t stepped down just now, or she really would have fallen.

“What’s wrong, President Ye?”

She even had the nerve to ask what was wrong!

How could this woman maintain such a cold face while asking such a “warm-hearted” 35-degree question!