An Inner Life of a Cold Beauty Omega Secretary - Chapter 8

Ye Baiwei remembered that this plot point definitely didn’t exist in the original story; the author hadn’t even mentioned someone named Ye Ning, let alone a cousin of the original Ye Baiwei.

Now, Ye Baiwei’s suspicion was growing more severe: had she transmigrated into a pirated version of the book?!!!

Who on earth was responsible for this? Pirating was one thing, but they even had the nerve to mess with the plot!

“You’re a member of the Ye family? How come I’ve never seen you before?”

Ye Ning said shyly, “Cousin, you’re usually so busy with company business, running back and forth. Plus, you almost never attend family gatherings, so it’s normal that you haven’t seen me.”

Ye Baiwei tried hard to find relevant information in the original character’s memories, but she still came up empty. This indicated that the original Ye Baiwei truly had never met this cousin.

But this was a bit too strange.

During New Year’s or holidays, the original Ye Baiwei would definitely go home. Logically speaking, she shouldn’t be a complete stranger to Ye Ning.

“If I’ve never seen you, how do you know me?”

Ye Ning had just said it in passing and hadn’t expected Ye Baiwei to latch onto it. He could only follow her lead and explain: “Who in the family wouldn’t recognize you, Sister Wei?”

“Oh, am I really that famous?”

“Of—of course.”

[As if you don’t know the things you do. You’re a lecherous mess; you’ve brought enough shame to the family!]

[Sleeping with everyone you see—I hope you haven’t caught some unspeakable disease. Get away from me right now!]

Ye Baiwei paused, and the smile on her face gradually froze.

Ye Ning also noticed her expression was off and asked guiltily, “Wei… Sister Wei, what’s wrong?”

He had the nerve to ask her what was wrong? Heh.

A brat only nineteen years old, yet his mind was already this dark. You really can’t judge a person by their cover.

“It’s nothing.” Ye Baiwei composed her emotions internally and returned to her previous gentle appearance. Glancing at her watch, she said, “Ning, you’re a freshman. At this time, you should be in class at school, right? Why do you have time to run to the company?”

Ye Ning froze for a moment, stammering for a while before saying, “I wasn’t feeling well today, so I asked my counselor for leave to come back.”

“If you took leave, shouldn’t you go home? Why come to the company?”

“I…”

“Moreover, from how energetic you look, Cousin, you don’t seem unwell at all. Learning to skip class as a freshman—do you plan to drop out by sophomore year?”

“Cousin, I…”

Ye Baiwei ignored him and turned to Mu Zheng. “Secretary Mu, check for his counselor’s phone number right now. He still carries the Ye name, after all. If word gets out, people will say everyone in my Ye family is good for nothing.”

Mu Zheng couldn’t figure out what Ye Baiwei was trying to do, but since she requested it, Mu Zheng could only nod. “Alright, President Ye, please wait a moment.”

As she spoke, Mu Zheng pulled out her phone.

Seeing this, Ye Ning panicked instantly and immediately stepped forward to grab Mu Zheng’s phone.

Before he could reach it, he was pinned in place by Ye Baiwei. “If you want me not to call your counselor, fine. Then tell the truth: what are you doing at the company today?”

“Ye Baiwei, let go of me!”

“Just a second ago you were sweetly calling me ‘Sister Wei,’ and now you’re calling me by my full name. That’s quite a fast change in attitude.”

Ye Baiwei just wanted to tease him, but Ye Ning’s reaction made her curious. “Secretary Mu, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and find his counselor’s number.”

Now Mu Zheng understood what Ye Baiwei was doing. “President Ye, in this situation, I suggest having the counselor contact the parents directly.”

Oh right, how could she forget that!

If she called the counselor, the counselor would just tell Ye Ning to go back to school. If this black-hearted brat then gave the counselor a different story, her little stunt would be useless.

“Then let his counselor call his parents directly.”

Ye Baiwei leaned down and said deliberately, “Don’t blame your cousin. I’m doing this for your own good. You’re an Omega; you’ll need to marry into a good family later. If you don’t learn to behave, who would want you? Don’t disgrace the Ye family, understood?”

At the mention of this, Ye Ning instantly became agitated. “I won’t disgrace the Ye family! The person disgracing the family knows it in their own heart! Ye Baiwei, you piece of trash, let me go!”

The conference room was on a high floor and usually, few people passed by. People were usually only stationed there during important meetings. But if Ye Ning kept screaming, it was hard to guarantee no one would be lured over.

Ye Baiwei hadn’t hit anyone since she was a child and didn’t know what it felt like. Since she’d run into him today, it was a good chance to vent some frustration.

“Do you know who calls the shots here?” Ye Baiwei covered Ye Ning’s mouth with her hand and pinned him against the wall, warning him: “The Ye Group is currently run by my father. As his successor, I have the authority to handle everything below—including people! You called me trash just now. You’re 19, an adult; you should know what taking responsibility means. Let me give you a lesson: adults are responsible for what they do and say. I won’t deal with you directly—you have no value for me to handle. I’ll just credit your mistake to your parents and settle the score with them later.”

Mu Zheng had just found the counselor’s number. Hearing Ye Baiwei’s words, she stopped scrolling and turned to ask, “President Ye, do you still need the call?”

Ye Baiwei released Ye Ning and walked toward the elevator. “No need. It’s a waste of money.”

[A waste of money?]

[I’m afraid your brain was kicked by a donkey today. You don’t even know how to count anymore.]

Clatter—

Hearing the roast behind her, Ye Baiwei stumbled and almost fell.

Mu Zheng followed behind her, reminding her expressionlessly, “President Ye, watch out, the floor is slippery.”

[Tsk, are you so kidney-deficient that you can’t even walk straight? Even in this state, you haven’t died from exhaustion yet.]

Ye Baiwei stood up slowly, feeling stung. The author never wrote about this secretary being dissatisfied with Ye Baiwei; why was Mu Zheng roasting her to death since she arrived?

Oh, she forgot.

She was probably in a pirated book.

Once Ye Baiwei accepted this, she felt slightly better. “Secretary Mu, you didn’t stop me just now. Why?”

[Is the word ‘stupid’ written on my forehead?]

[Only someone with a door-jammed brain would stop you. Isn’t it better to just stand aside and watch the show?]

“I believe in your character, President Ye. I believed you wouldn’t actually use violence, and I believed you could handle this matter yourself.”

Cough, cough, cough.

A woman whose heart and words don’t match is truly terrifying.

Ye Baiwei had just asked in passing to shift her attention, but she hadn’t expected…

For the following time, Ye Baiwei didn’t speak again. The two of them took the elevator directly to the first floor.

Perhaps because she had been roasted too hard today and had run into an annoying brat like Ye Ning, her luck was at rock bottom. Just as Ye Baiwei stepped out of the company’s main entrance, a passerby appearing out of nowhere collided with her while holding a cup of coffee.

Splash—

The white shirt on Ye Baiwei’s chest instantly turned coffee-colored.

Seeing this, Mu Zheng didn’t hesitate to take a large step to the side.

??????

Ye Baiwei was wondering if Mu Zheng was serious with that retreating move when she saw the passerby, who had accidentally spilled coffee on her, frantically rubbing her chest with tissues.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!”

The person kept rubbing randomly as they spoke.

Ye Baiwei quickly reached out to stop her. This was the company entrance with people coming and going; heaven knows what onlookers might think. Besides, the other person hadn’t done it on purpose. She couldn’t throw a tantrum at the door over such a small thing; it would look unrefined. “Watch where you’re going next time. Don’t walk with your head down. What if this happened on a busy road?”

The passerby didn’t speak, still bowing and apologizing. Looking up at Ye Baiwei’s ruined white shirt and realizing it was likely unwearable, she said, “Then… how much was the shirt? I’ll pay you back.”

Mu Zheng wanted to say something, but Ye Baiwei cut her off: “No need. Just be careful next time. It’s a good thing this wasn’t a main road, or it wouldn’t be as simple as an accidental spill.”

Ye Baiwei knew the original character’s clothes weren’t cheap—mostly starting at five figures. For a working person, that was nearly a whole year’s salary. Since the other person hadn’t meant it, she’d let it go this time.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! I’m so sorry, I was replying to a message and didn’t see someone in front of me. I’m sorry!”

Ye Baiwei finally said it was fine and signaled that she could leave.

Once the person was gone, Ye Baiwei looked at the coffee stain on her chest, her expression twisting. Being dirty was one thing, but more importantly, there was so much coffee that the shirt was soaked through. She felt a sticky sensation on her chest, and her mood turned inexplicably irritable.

“President Ye, wipe it off first.” Mu Zheng handed over some tissues from the side.

Ye Baiwei took them, but looking at the area, she didn’t know where to start. She stared at the tissues for a long time, remaining motionless.

Mu Zheng finally couldn’t stand it anymore. Recalling Ye Baiwei’s actions just now, she hesitated before taking the tissues back from Ye Baiwei’s hand. “I’ll do it.”

Ye Baiwei watched blankly as Mu Zheng used the tissues to gently wipe the coffee stains on her chest. Her movements were effortless, maintaining a sense of distance without being suggestive; every motion was perfectly disciplined.

She had probably done this many times for the original Ye Baiwei.

Ye Baiwei didn’t dare move her hands; even her breathing slowed by several beats. Gradually, she seemed to smell a faint scent of peach wine. It wasn’t strong, yet it was intoxicating.

And that scent was wafting off of Mu Zheng.

Ye Baiwei swallowed. Suddenly feeling her throat go dry, she looked down at Mu Zheng, her gaze uncontrollably lingering on Mu Zheng’s soft, supple lips.

That spot looked like it would be very easy to kiss…

Wait.

Why was she having such filthy thoughts!!!

Terrified, Ye Baiwei immediately turned her face away, strangling that frightening thought in its crib.