"What did you say?"
Su Miao sat on the sofa in the lobby with her legs crossed, raising her eyes to meet the confused gaze of the newcomer. Her expression remained unchanged as she directly stated, "I want to see your boss."
Yan Zhuo was bewildered.
He couldn't quite grasp the current situation. Suddenly, a beautiful woman had appeared, and her first words were a demand to see their boss.
Many people came here every day wanting to see their boss, but this was the first time someone had approached with such an attitude.
The woman had walked in and sat down on the lobby sofa without so much as a greeting, immediately demanding to see the boss. The beauty's serious demeanor made it hard not to speculate.
"May I ask your surname? What business do you have with our boss?" Yan Zhuo inquired gently.
Su Miao calmly picked up the cup of red tea in front of her and took a sip. "Su. I'd like to discuss the rest with your boss personally."
!!!
This tone, this aura.
It must be the boss's romantic entanglement, no doubt about it.
Seeing that Yan Zhuo hadn't moved, Su Miao furrowed her brow slightly. "Why aren't you going? What are you waiting for? Can you take responsibility if my son goes hungry?"
She needed to get the money quickly and return home. She wondered if that little guy was scared being alone at home, if he might be crying.
???
Son?
The boss actually had a son!!
Yan Zhuo instantly lost his composure, his pupils constricting. The underlings beside him were so shocked their mouths hung open.
Young Master Xiao had become a father.
When did this happen? They hadn't known a thing about it.
Yan Zhuo swallowed hard. "Miss Su, please wait a moment. I'll go inform Young Master Xiao of your arrival right away."
With that, he dashed off in a flash.
The underlings didn't leave, instead watching Su Miao with admiring gazes from the side.
Miss Su was so impressive. Everyone in Hai City knew that Young Master Xiao was a notorious playboy who neither refused nor initiated, and certainly never took responsibility.
Who would have thought that Miss Su could make the player settle down, and even quietly give birth to a son?
No wonder there hadn't been any women around Young Master Xiao lately. They had thought he'd changed his ways, but it turned out he had returned to family life.
Meanwhile, in another room.
Yan Zhuo burst through the office door. "Young Master Xiao, your wife is here."
Xiao Zeyan was startled by the sudden intrusion. Before he could recover, he heard Yan Zhuo's announcement about his wife's arrival. The drink in his mouth sprayed out uncontrollably. "W-what did you say?"
"I said your wife is here." Yan Zhuo looked at Xiao Zeyan and sincerely repeated himself.
The man sitting on the other end of the sofa instantly widened his eyes. "Xiao Zeyan, when did you get married? You got married and kept it from me?"
Xiao Zeyan: "???"
I'm married? I don't know about that.
"Young Master Tan, there's a lot you don't know. Not only is Young Master Xiao married, he even has a son." Young Master Xiao really moved fast.
"Holy crap, is that true?" Tan Zhuo exclaimed, standing up and moving closer to Xiao Zeyan. "You little devil, you've been keeping secrets."
Xiao Zeyan: "???"
Not only did I not know I was married, I also didn't know when I had a son. Can children be born without personal involvement now? Has technology advanced that quickly?
Xiao Zeyan pushed away the approaching Tan Zhuo. "Yan Zhuo, are you drunk? Where the hell would I get a son or a wife from?"
He had always been careful in his romantic escapades, never going all the way. Where would a son come from, unless someone had drugged him, or pregnancy could now occur through air transmission?
Yan Zhuo blinked. "That's what Miss Su said."
"Who is Miss Su?" Xiao Zeyan asked in return, his face full of impatience.
Had he ever dated someone with the surname Su?
He couldn't recall.
Yan Zhuo froze, stiffly turning his neck. "Well... there's a lady outside who specifically said she wanted to see you. Then she mentioned something about her son being hungry and us being unable to take responsibility, so I thought..."
After Yan Zhuo's five-minute explanation, Xiao Zeyan and Tan Zhuo finally understood the situation.
Xiao Zeyan stood up from the sofa. "I'd like to see who's come here to play games with me."
"Zeyan, maybe that woman really is one of your old flames," Tan Zhuo teased.
"Get out of here."
Xiao Zeyan stormed out angrily. As soon as he emerged, he saw Su Miao surrounded and attended to by his underlings.
Well, well, not only had she come to play games with him, but she was also here to freeload.
Xiao Zeyan strode over to Su Miao in a few steps. "Who are you, and what do you want with me?"
"Nice to meet you, I'm Su Miao."
Su Miao calmly stood up and extended her hand.
Xiao Zeyan glanced at the outstretched hand without moving, keeping his own hands in his pockets. He cut straight to the chase, "Cut the formalities, just say what you're here for."
At this point, the underlings also realized that Young Master Xiao didn't know the lady before them.
Su Miao looked directly at Xiao Zeyan, not wasting words either. "I'm here to make money."
Xiao Zeyan: "???"
Yan Zhuo: "???"
Everyone present: "???"
Is this person mentally ill?
Does she know where this place is? Coming here to make money?
"Are you joking?" Xiao Zeyan's mouth twitched slightly.
Make what money?
He, Xiao Zeyan, never spent money on women. She must have come to the wrong place.
He admitted she was somewhat attractive, but he was definitely not that kind of person.
As everyone's gaze fell on her, Su Miao withdrew her hand without changing her expression. Her beautiful face showed no hint of jest. "I'm serious."
"I saw your poster for the underground fighting tournament. I want to participate."
"Huh?" Xiao Zeyan was speechless.
Now he was certain that this person was indeed mentally ill.
Underground fighting rarely had female fighters, and even when they did, it was more of an entertainment performance type of fighting. How could that be called a tournament? It was just for show.
With her looks, she could certainly entertain the audience, but his establishment didn't engage in such lowbrow activities.
At these words, everyone present laughed.
Yan Zhuo couldn't hold back his laughter either. "Miss Su, I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place. We don't do entertainment performances here."
He paused for two seconds. "Even if we did, you don't seem qualified for it."
Yan Zhuo was telling the truth. Even for entertainment performances, fighting venues had requirements for their performers. It wasn't just about looks; if it were, they might as well go to a nightclub.
What mattered most for fighting performers was having visible, attractive muscle definition. The Miss Su before them didn't look like she had any muscles at all.
"Did you all not hear me clearly? I said I want to participate in the fighting tournament." Not an entertainment performance.
If she wanted to participate in an entertainment performance, why would she bother coming here? She could have just gone for a drink somewhere.
Su Miao's words made everyone present laugh even louder. Even Tan Zhuo, who had been standing in the back maintaining an expressionless face, couldn't help but curl his thin lips into a smile.
"Don't tell me you lost a game and came here to play with us," Xiao Zeyan felt he had seen through everything.
"It's getting late. Miss, you'd better go home quickly," Yan Zhuo advised.
Their Young Master Xiao didn't have much patience. She shouldn't provoke him, otherwise, the situation would soon become uncontrollable.
Su Miao's gaze swept around the room, finally resting on Yan Zhuo's face. The corner of her eyes slightly raised, but her voice was laced with intense danger, "Were you all just mocking me?"