Chapter 16: His Legs are Shorter than the Chair

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

[Classmate Ji, are you having a disability contest?] Beiming Yechen sent her another text message.

Ji Anan glanced around. Damn it, was he spying on her again?

She called him and said, “You must be really bored. How long are you going to keep spying on me?”

“Of course I have a duty to record anything interesting and send it to my brother. He’s a buzzkill, so how would he get any women without my help?”

So, it turned out that all this effort had just been so Beiming Shaoxi could watch.

Ji Anan finally found the hidden camera and said to it saucily, “Beiming Shaoxi, I know you can see me. If you don’t tell your family to back off, I’ll air all your dirty laundry for the entire world to see…”

Beiming Yechen burst out laughing. “What dirty laundry can my brother possibly have?”

“He hasn’t touched a single woman in 28 years and likes to be on the bottom…”

In the chairman’s office, Beiming Shaoxi had an exquisite lunchbox in front of him, which contained a sumptuous and luxurious meal that the maid had prepared for him.

He had already gotten used to eating alone while flipping through a stack of data reports, but that day was different.

Beiming Yechen kept sending him videos, one after another.

Beiming Shaoxi’s mundane lunchtime became a bit more interesting as he watched the dramatic expressions on the woman’s face and listened to the outrageous things that came out of her mouth. She and Sana discussed after each meeting.

[His legs are shorter than the chair. Could it be that he isn’t the one who’s too short, but I’m the one who’s too tall?]

[Uh…]

[He was way too old. How can I simply sit here and watch her with someone like him?]

[Anan, you’re the one who said that you were willing to accept anyone who was male.]

[I know that someone like me can only attract low-quality men, but how dare you find me these bizarre and aggressive men!]

[So, what exactly do you want? Are you praying that Beiming Shaoxi will get drunk and go blind again?]

[I’m self-aware. I’ll make sure he stays sober and take him to see an eye doctor.]

It had to have been years since Beiming Shaoxi had laughed this hard.

[Which one should I go with?]

[The first one, although he’s short when he’s standing and only tall when he’s sitting…]

The assistant who came in to pass over some documents did a double-take upon seeing the chairman’s lips curled up in a smile.

However, soon, he was no longer laughing.

[Beiming Shaoxi, I know you can see me. If you don’t tell your family to back off, then I’ll air all your dirty laundry for the entire world to see…]

With a faint smile on his lips, Beiming Shaoxi elegantly sipped on his coffee with all the grace of a refined gentleman.

[He has really bad foot odor. It stinks so much! His breath stinks, too!]

“My brother has foot odor? And stinky breath?”

“He also has a farting fetish…” By now, Ji Anan was spewing out complete and utter nonsense.

Beiming Yechen knew she was uttering nonsense, yet he still couldn’t help but guffaw. He knew he had made the right decision by sending the videos to his brother.

“The reason he doesn’t touch women is because when he makes love, he can’t help but fart.”

“Little country bumpkin, you really are bold. Do you know the consequences of slandering Young Master Beiming like this?”

“The consequence is that he’ll stay as far away from me as possible. If he gets on my nerves again, I’ll send all of this juicy gossip on him to major news agencies.”

Beiming Shaoxi’s expression grew sullen. His face was tight and darkened little by little.

“You really think any news agencies would dare publish that?” By that point, Beiming Yechen was roaring with laughter. He had never seen a woman as cheeky as Ji Anan before.

He was really curious about what went on in her head to make her say such things.

“In that case, I’ll print a bunch of posters and spread them all over the streets to let everyone know.” Ji Anan bit her lip. “I already have a title in mind: ‘Young Master Beiming the serial farter nearly suffocates his lover…'”

“Hahahahaha!”

Ji Anan moved the phone away from her ear.

What was so amusing? She really had no more energy to keep playing this game with the Beiming family…