Yang Chún qiàn heard it quietly without any reaction and went back to embroidering the tablecloth she in hand. He was amazed at that woman's apathy towards her own son. He found her to be too arrogant and egotistic of lately. He had seen her being vicious to his mistresses but he understood that at that time she was feeling threatened, but what was the purpose of being so venomous this time? After all, Yang Xinyu was happily married and Wu Lina was an excellent daughter-in-law. The Chairman shook his head and went inside.

Keeping the work in hand down on the sofa, Yang Chún qiàn called her lawyer again. After talking to him for about fifteen minutes in hushed tone, she called Yang Xinyu's office.

In the Sapphire bungalow…

When Yang Xinyu had spread out his hands to find his wife, he felt her absence. Immediately he got up and the first thing he did was to go to the kitchen. Wu Lina was having her midnight snack after having thrown up all the dinner she had – the fig and honey ice cream. Yang Xinyu had ordered a never-ending supply of that ice cream from France. His heart filled with warmth and he came and sat near her on the counter. Wu Lina would give him also a little bit in between her snacking. When she finished half of the bowl, she was exhausted from eating and together they walked back to the bedroom to sleep.

For Yang Xinyu, these days were filled with the most blissful moments. He loved every second of being with her. They had made a baby together – what else could be lovelier than playing with little brats he had made with Wu Lina? While on their way back, he back hugged her and walked.

Next day at the office, Pān Shīshī explained Yang Xinyu his schedule. Yang Xinyu was surprised to see that she was wearing a conservative dress. It was a welcome change and he approved of it.

He asked her to note down all the important stuff and give it to him on a tablet. Pān Shīshī made a file on the tablet and gave it to him. While she handed it to him she happened to touch his hand and fingers in a suggestive manner. Yang Xinyu found it odd, but shunned the thought from his mind because she had at least taken care of her dress. She was wearing a black trousers coupled with a yellow formal shirt.

Yang Xinyu was flooded with five meetings and a business lunch with a group of clients. He just could find time to call Wu Lina and talk to her. By the time it was 3pm he was extremely tired. He had a gap of thirty minutes before the next meeting. He asked Pān Shīshī to bring coffee for him and calls Wu Lina. But Wu Lina didn't pick the phone. He remembered that her mother must have come home and that she would have been busy with her. He smiled and went back to his work.

In the meantime, Pān Shīshī brought his coffee.

"Sir, your coffee," she said politely.

Yang Xinyu signaled her to keep it on the table. Pān Shīshī circled the table to keep the coffee on the coaster. But she lost her balance as she banged into the corner of the table and spilled the coffee on Yang Xinyu's pants. Thankfully the coffee wasn't so hot, but Yang Xinyu's pants was totally stained and ruined.

"Oh so sorry sir! I am so clumsy. Please excuse me," she said with a frightened expression of a lamb on her face and picked tissues from the stand to clean Yang Xinyu's stain.

Yang Xinyu was in a spoiled mood. He looked at her and jerked her hand away roughly saying, "I can clean it! Can't you even see what you are doing?"

"Sorry sir," said Pān Shīshī and started crying like a damsel in distress. While crying she attempted to clean his pants again. Once again Yang Xinyu removed her hand. However, this time he was harsher and sent her hand flying. Pān Shīshī stumbled back and fell on the floor. Yang Xinyu is shocked by her fall and wondered if he was so forceful.

Pān Shīshī tried to stand but she let out a small wail, "Ah! I can't get up. It seems my ankle has twisted." She looked at Yang Xinyu through her tears.

Yang Xinyu extended his hand and helps her stand. Pān Shīshī stands with difficulty, and leans completely on Yang Xinyu for support. He takes her to the sofa and she limped all the way. Feeling guilty Yang Xinyu makes her sit and goes to the bathroom to fetch ointment for her to apply on her ankle.

When Yang Xinyu was away Pān Shīshī opens her first button of the shirt. He doesn't notice it and handing her the ointment he goes back to his office table. He once again gets absorbed in the office work.

Meanwhile Pān Shīshī applies the ointment on her ankle and opens second button of her shirt. She coughed loudly after applying it. Yang Xinyu looked at her and found her staring at him.

"Thank you sir," she said with a shy smile bending forward and showing her breasts. "I think I won't be able to walk for some time. Is it okay if I sit on the sofa here for a while?" she asked seductively biting her lower lip.

Yang Xinyu sighed, said, okay, and returned back to his work.

Pān Shīshī quietly took her phone out and turned her back towards Yang Xinyu. Positioning the phone camera, she bent a little to show her cleavage and with Yang Xinyu in the background, she took a selfie. Then she sent that picture to Wu Lina and one more person. Quickly she kept the phone away.

Raising her legs on the sofa she pulled her pants up to reveal her fair legs and yawned loudly to divert Yang Xinyu's attention again, who actually got diverted. He looked at her.