Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 679: [Yan Jian Extra] 1. Women, why must they all be so foolish

Chapter 679: [Yan Jian Extra] 1. Women, why must they all be so foolish

Passionate and lingering, the room filled with heavy breaths.

Catherine’s soft waist wound around like a snake, her red lips close to James’ ear.

"Say, you love me."

Everything was fine, James had closed his eyes, ready to enjoy Catherine’s proactive offering.

That was never easy for him.

But Catherine, of all things, shouldn’t have asked him that question at this time, trying to probe his feelings.

The interest he had painstakingly gathered was all lost.

He stretched out his arms, mercilessly pushing Catherine aside.

The soft woman couldn’t hold on, lost her balance, and fell to the ground.

The stark contrast between her fair skin and the black floor highlighted the shock, grievance, and unwillingness on her face.

"James!"

James adjusted his clothes, stood up, and without looking at the beauty on the floor, he walked to the mirror, staring only at himself in it.

Bored.

Why are women so boring?

Why do they all have to ask this foolish question?

He said coldly, "Catherine, do you know why you’re the woman who’s stayed beside me the longest? Because I thought you were sensible, because you hadn’t stupidly asked me this question before. But you really disappointed me, you eventually asked."

"Too bad, I won’t answer you; just like all the women before you."

Catherine trembled, hugging herself tightly, looking disappointedly at his handsome and charming back, and his cold, merciless eyes reflected in the mirror.

"James, do you even have a heart?"

"A heart?" He looked back with interest, his blue eyes locking onto hers, "Besides pumping blood, what else is it good for?"

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Yan Jian took a deep breath, finally stepped forward, and knocked on the office door.

"Come in."

The door opened, Catherine, dressed in an elegant wool skirt, was leaning over the desk looking at design drawings.

Already a famous model, her waistline made people envious with its softness and length, and bending over like that, the smooth curves reminded one of a snake.

The Eastern body loses out to the Western one, amateurs look at bust and hips, but experts know it’s the waist—the Eastern waists are shorter, some models, even with decent proportions, lack pliancy and thus fall short in expressiveness.

Yan Jian, herself petite, thought of her own waist...and felt even more disheartened.

But no matter how disheartened she felt inside, she couldn’t show it on her face. She looked up coldly and said, "Hello Catherine, I’m here to report in."

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Yan Jian arrived, and Catherine didn’t intentionally rise to greet her, maintaining her position leaning over the desk, only turning slightly to one side.

Her gracefully outlined arm supported her cheek, squinting at Yan Jian.

Catherine’s blonde hair, short and fluffy, curled strand by strand, hanging at her eye level, accentuating her already charming and languid gaze, making it even more captivating and alluring.

Yan Jian’s heart couldn’t help but race.

Before knowing Catherine, as a fashion school student, she too had almost bought every big fashion magazine each issue. In those magazines, she had seen Catherine with such a gaze countless times and had been captivated by countless of Catherine’s stills.

From the perspective of a woman’s own assets alone, she was several streets behind Catherine.

At thirteen, Catherine was scouted by a renowned modeling agency on the street, signed for training, and by sixteen, she was already hitting the runway at major fashion weeks, selected several years in a row among the world’s 50 most beautiful faces.

And as for Yan Jian herself, up to now, apart from being "Tang Family’s little granddaughter," she had no other tag for people to recognize her by.

The more she thought, the more discouraged she felt, and Yan Jian silently told herself to stop.

Tang Yanjian, why on earth are you comparing yourself to others?

Why compare with her, she’s not even your concern!

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Catherine propped her cheek, quietly observing this Eastern girl.

Delicate, soft, fresh.

But that’s all there is to it.

Perhaps with an additional "high-born" label.

Just such a little girl, how could she take James’ attention away?

Although Catherine wasn’t that old either, she had been in the fashion world for years and was more mature and composed.

So she smiled, without changing her posture, only putting away her guard and hostility, lazily speaking in a nasal voice, "Hey, didn’t expect it to be you again. Why, seeing it’s me, you want to back down?"

Yan Jian bit her lip, "We did have an argument before, I don’t believe you wouldn’t feel awkward seeing me."

Catherine shrugged: "Awkwardness aside, who says two people who can’t stand each other can’t become work partners? Especially in our line of work, what’s needed more is a clash of ideas, sparks. People who can’t tolerate each other might actually create more sparks. What do you think?"

"Furthermore... Miss Tang, since you want to bring up our argument, I might as well mention it too. We did have an argument, but the reason for it had nothing to do with your design, it was all about Jamie. If we set aside Jamie, talking solely about your design and your overall concept for his office, I was actually quite impressed."

Yan Jian was a bit surprised: "Oh? You like my design?"

Catherine then slowly got up, arms crossed, blew a breath and brushed the golden curls away from her nose: "That’s right. Jamie is rather impatient, but after you renovated his office, he became much calmer in that ’space’. That’s what I was hoping to see."

Yan Jian somehow felt her face warm up.

Catherine leisurely walked over on her heels, gently patted her shoulder: "Indeed, I won’t force myself to like you personally, but I won’t deny in front of you: I like your talent."

"Tang Yanjian, since you’re here, let’s cooperate well."

"Call me Cay."

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After class, Yan Jian went for ice cream with Lin Lu.

Lin Lu stared at Yan Jian excitedly: "Is it really the supermodel Catherine that we both like?"

Yan Jian tried to force a smile: "Yes, it’s her."

Lin Lu’s eyes sparkled: "She’s someone both men and women adore. You have no idea how many girls call her ’husband’ on Facebook."

"Oh." Yan Jian simply lowered her head, poking the ice with the spoon.

Lin Lu looked at her in surprise: "You... aren’t enchanted by her? Not even — don’t like her?"

Yan Jian had to nod.

Lin Lu was baffled: "Why?"

Yes, why indeed?

Yan Jian lifted her gaze, looking towards the window misted with rain.

Why?

Was it just because of that one argument? But she, Tang Yanjian, wasn’t usually so petty.

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When saying goodbye to Lin Lu, Lin Lu was still asking: "Have you chosen your prom dance partner yet? Most of the girls in our class have already signed up, but you haven’t."

She tried to smile, avoiding the topic, waving goodbye.

Returning to "Middle Ages," she saw Luo Xiansheng dressed in plain clothes, sitting cross-legged tuning his qin from afar, her heart throbbed with pain.

Originally, the graduation prom dance partner she wanted to invite was only Little Sound.

Never thought of considering anyone else.

She had been thinking of countless ways to make Little Sound agree, a situation he couldn’t refuse.

She even thought about publicly kissing him during the prom...

But now, looking at him, who has also washed away glamour and is in plain clothes, she didn’t know how to voice her invitation.

At this moment, her sister was still in prison, at this moment, he was no longer like the owner of an entertainment company, at this moment he was still her Little Sound, but no longer the Little Sound she had known all her life.

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In the soft glow of lights, Little Sound looked up at her. His eyes, like polished black lacquer, gathered with warm smiles, "Yan Jian, back already. Was today alright?"

Frantically, she lowered her head and walked over with her backpack: "Uh, it was alright."

Little Sound put down the guqin, picked up the day’s ledger, and explained to her item by item.

Her face flushed, she hurriedly shook her head: "It’s all handled by you, no need to tell me."

He is Little Sound, even when her sister was around, she never had any concerns.

He still shook his head with a smile: "No, your sister entrusted this store to you. So whether it’s me or Shi Nian, we should report every detail clearly to you."

His words made her heartache even more.

Sister, she felt so guilty toward her sister.

Thinking of this, her eyes welled up with tears.

Little Sound saw this, couldn’t help but reach out to wipe the tears from her eyes: "Don’t be like this, your sister only wishes for your happiness."

In some sense, Yan Sheng was treating Yan Jian as his little daughter, spoiling her, which is why he willingly suffered grievances over the years.

Where in this world does a mother willingly compete with her daughter over the same thing?

His warm hand brushed over, if it were before, she would’ve embraced and stolen an extra kiss whenever possible. But now, with desires to invite him bubbling up, she had to restrain herself.

Little Sound found Yan Jian even more unusual today.

"What’s really going on? Yan Jian, you can’t hide things from me."

Yan Jian sniffed, looking up at him: "You know my thoughts, I want us to love each other, can you accept me?"

Even without romantic feelings, just the fact that they grew up together, such intimacy should be normal.

Yet Yan Jian didn’t realize, outside the window, parked across the street, a man watched this scene, his blue eyes filled with growing coldness.