The Rest Of My Life Is For You

“Let them wait, you should eat something first.”

“…”

Nian Xiaomu had no room to object and could only sit down obediently to have her breakfast.

After she had her fill, she slept in the car again while resting in Yu Yuehan’s arms.

Only after this did she barely manage to gather some of her energy and head into the Mo Corporation building.

“Vice-President Nian!”

“Vice-President Nian!”

“Vice-President Nian…”

The chime of greetings to her throughout her way up were endless.

In the past, these workers would merely be greeting her because of her position. But, after last night’s fashion show and her determination to promote outstanding traditional culture, she had managed to subdue most of the workers.

Now, the colleagues in the Mo Corporation looked at her with a gaze filled with respect and admiration.

Yu Yuehan could not accompany her into the meeting room, so after entering the Mo Corporation, Nian Xiaomu took him into her own office first.

“The dignified President of the Yu Corporation can only be cast aside here in my office. Do you feel aggrieved?” Nian Xiaomu pushed Yu Yuehan to the wall behind the door the moment she closed the door shut.

With her head raised, she looked at Yu Yuehan’s heavenly looks.

The more she looked, the more pleased she was, so she stood on her toes to plant a kiss on his face.

After she kissed the left side of his face, Yu Yuehan turned the other side of his face towards her. “Give me another one. I will be able to force myself to hold in my grievance that way.”

“…”

Yu Yuehan watched her stunned look and dragged her all the way to the sofa.

He sat down with her and reached out his slender finger to smack her forehead.

Following this, he casually took a finance magazine from the coffee table before him to read and his thin lips parted slightly.

“Wifey, go and earn money. I’ll be waiting to live off you!”

“…”

Young Master Han, you’ve really gone downhill.

In the past, the moment you heard that I wanted to keep you, you would always get very mad.

Nian Xiaomu arrived late and when she entered the meeting room, it was already filled with people.

All the shareholders had gathered there already, and only two spots were left empty inside the meeting room.

One was the President’s position, and the other was the Vice-President’s spot.

Mo Kun is not here yet?

A doubtful thought flashed past Nian Xiaomu’s heart before she heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind her.

She did not turn around to look, but merely walked all the way into the meeting room and sat down in her own position.

The moment she was seated, she saw Mo Kun walking in from outside.

He was wearing a formal suit with sunglasses and his face looked rather ashen. It seemed like he had just flown into a rage.

Without waiting for the others to speak, Nian Xiaomu knocked on the table and intentionally spoke in a concerned tone, “Why does President Mo’s face look so ghastly? Oh, I know. I just saw some reporters on the first floor. Everyone’s debating about the despicable person who tried to ruin the fashion show yesterday to put me in trouble. President Mo must have seen them too and felt indignant for me right?”

“…”

Mo Kun’s expression turned even uglier upon hearing her words.

He reached out to take off his sunglasses and passed them to his secretary at one corner, walking straight to the President’s seat to sit down.

“I forgot to congratulate Vice-President Nian on your victory. But, it’s better for young people like you to keep a low profile lest your happiness brings you sorrow next!”

“I don’t know if that will happen, but I know there’s a simple logic President Mo should probably understand. He who is unjust is doomed to destruction!” Nian Xiaomu retorted confidently.

The conversation back and forth instantly tensed up the atmosphere inside the meeting room.

Mo Kun’s eyes met the scrutinizing looks from everyone else and he paused for a moment, his face darkened.

“Why would Vice-President Nian believe in those baseless online rumors and think that someone intentionally tried to ruin your fashion show instead of thinking that it was a mistake you made in your work? Or are you afraid that the shareholders will hold you responsible for it so you’re trying to shirk responsibility to someone else!”