Are you willing to be called a mistress?

  An Lan finished the IV drip and it was already past three o'clock. The city hospital is not close to Yi Shui Han's Hai Mi Technology, so she thought that since she would have to wait for Yi Shui Han at the company anyway, she might as well take the subway with a transfer instead of taking a taxi.

  When An Lan arrived at Hai Mi Technology, she was greeted by Secretary Zhang Wen. Seeing her, he smiled and led her into Yi Shuihan's office: "General Manager Yi instructed that you wait for him in the office. If you feel tired, you can go to the rest room behind and take a nap. He is currently in a meeting."

  An Lan nodded: "Thank you, I'm not sleepy, I'll just sit on the sofa for a while."

  "Then what would you like to drink, madam?" Zhang Wen's face still wore a professional smile: "Milk tea, coffee, milk, and we also have some fresh seasonal fruits that can be juiced."

  "No need for such trouble, just bring me a glass of plain water will do."

  "Okay," Zhang Wen replied, then shouted out the door: "Little Wang, help get Madam CEO a glass of boiled water."

  "After shouting this sentence, he looked at An Lan and asked: "In addition, we have a few small snacks here, apricot kernel, happy fruit kernel, green root fruit..."

  "No need to bother," An Lan interrupted Zhang Wen's words: "I bought something to eat on the way here, I'm not hungry, you go ahead and don't worry about me."

  "Alright then, ma'am. If you need anything, just ring for me." Zhang Wen politely took his leave.

  An Lan sat on the sofa, feeling bored. The boiled water that had just been brought in was still a bit hot and couldn't be drunk yet, so she began to look around Yi Shuihan's not-too-large office.

  The office decoration style is mainly simple and concise, not the so-called luxury type. The main color tone is black, white and brown, giving people a feeling of simplicity, clarity, cleanliness and neatness.

  Perhaps due to fatigue or the antibiotics in her IV drip, she leaned against the sofa and felt drowsiness wash over her, so she gently closed her eyes and dozed off.

  In a daze, she faintly heard the sound of arguing coming from outside the door. She didn't pay attention to it, thinking that it was probably just the secretaries discussing something among themselves.

  After about two minutes, the office door was pushed open with a "bang", she was startled, opened her eyes directly, and found that the person who walked in was actually Ling Yuwei.

  Unlike her casual attire, Ling Yuwei wore a newly released summer outfit, with a lake blue long dress that was exceptionally flowing, and white three-inch high heels adorned with blue aquamarines, which complemented the dress on her body.

  "You... how did you end up here?" Ling Yuwei was also shocked when she saw her and couldn't help but point at her to ask.

  An Lan slightly furrowed her brow, lifted one leg and pressed it on the other, looking at Ling Yuwei's shocked face and said lightly: "What's so strange about this? My husband's office is here, isn't it normal for me to be here?"

  "You...". Ling Yuwei was so angry that she couldn't speak, and threw the bag in her hand onto the sofa, saying slightly calmly: "Except for me, no other woman can enter Shui Han's office at will."

  An Lan found Ling Yuwei's expression somewhat amusing, and thought her words were a bit too childish. So she asked slowly and deliberately: "Miss Ling, which women are you referring to in your words?"

  Ling Yuwei was left speechless by An Lan's questioning, and seeing An Lan sitting on the sofa, for some unknown psychological reason, she walked straight to the boss chair behind the office desk and sat down with a swagger.

  An Lan was visibly stunned, she didn't expect Ling Yuwei to be so unbridled in Yi Shuihan's office. It seems that Yi Shuihan really loves Ling Yuwei and gives her a lot of power, even allowing her to sit on an equal footing with him in the company.

  An Lan was thinking to herself if she should sit there when Secretary Zhang Wen came in, saw Ling Yuwei sitting behind the desk and spinning around in the office chair, and got such a fright that her face turned pale. She couldn't help but rush forward and shout: "Miss Ling, would you mind coming out? This is the CEO's special seat..."

  "My seat has been occupied, where else can I sit?" Ling Yuwei's voice was clearly taking out her frustration on Zhang Wen.

  "Miss Ling, if you don't want to sit with the madam on this sofa, there's another one in the guest room," Zhang Wen continued to persuade Ling Yuwei: "This is the CEO's seat, really can't be sat."

  "What's wrong with me sitting here today?" Ling Yuwei was also in a bad mood, thinking that her fiancé had been inexplicably snatched away from her, and the special seat she usually occupied in Yi Shuihan's office had also been taken by someone else. The fire in her heart could no longer be suppressed.

  The sofa that Gu Anlan is sitting on was bought by her and Yi Shuihan from the furniture market. At that time, Yi Shuihan wanted to buy a leather one, but she said that this black and white plaid velvet sofa matched the decoration style of his office, so they brought it back.

  That sofa had been in Yi Shuihan's office for three years, and except for her, no other woman had ever sat on it. She had long considered that sofa to be her own exclusive seat, so seeing An Lan sitting on it now made her feel particularly unbalanced inside.

  An Lan saw Ling Yuwei's expression and Zhang Wen's hesitant look, so she stood up and said calmly: "Secretary Zhang, then I'll go to the living room to wait for Shui Han."

  An Lan finished speaking and didn't wait for Zhang Wen's response, took her own bag and turned to walk towards the door of Yi Shuihan's office, and diagonally opposite was the reception room, she actually walked straight into the reception room.

  It's not that she's afraid of Ling Yuwei, if they met somewhere else, she would definitely not let her get away with it. But the place just happened to be Yi Shuihan's office, and she wouldn't dare to quarrel with his mistress in his office, would she?

  Ling Yuwei saw An Lan leave, and immediately walked over from behind the office desk, pointing at the cup of boiled water on the tea table that An Lan had drunk from, waving her hand exaggeratedly and shouting: "Take it away, take it all away, including the cup, throw it all away! And the tea table, sofa, anything she's touched, wipe it all down with disinfectant three times, here, here, and here..."

  Zhang Wen took out the cup of plain boiled water that had only been taken a sip from, and quietly instructed other secretaries outside to bring in rags and disinfectant to follow Ling Yuwei's orders.

  "This young lady's temper is something only our CEO can tolerate," two secretaries who had just finished cleaning the office whispered to each other by the sink.

  "She never throws tantrums in front of the president," another secretary said in a low voice, "Haven't you seen how gentle and considerate she is when she's with him?"

  "It's a pity the president didn't see her just now," A shook his head and said, "If he had seen her, he definitely wouldn't like her so much."

  "Never mind, it seems like the president is back," B reminded in a low voice.

  Yi Shuihan returned from the conference room and walked in through the door, only to be hit with a pungent smell of disinfectant. She couldn't help but shout out towards the outside: "Zhang Wen, I'm telling you, is it not allowed to use disinfectant during work hours? What's going on here? I come back from a meeting and the whole office is filled with the smell of disinfectant?"

  Zhang Wen was at a loss for words, when Ling Yuwei stood up from the sofa and smiled, explaining: "Shui Han, this isn't Secretary Zhang's fault. It's mine. I accidentally knocked over a bottle of nail polish when I came in earlier. You hate the smell of nail polish the most, right? So I had Secretary Zhang bring in disinfectant to thoroughly clean it up."

  "What are you doing here?" Yi Shuihan saw her frowning slightly, her nose scrunched up, mainly dissatisfied with the smell of disinfectant.

  His office was only disinfected when Zhang Wen cleaned up after he got off work every day, and the next morning, Zhang Wen would open the window to let in fresh air, so he could hardly smell the disinfectant during working hours.

  Because of staying in hospital for half a month five years ago, he naturally has an instinctive aversion to hospitals and also has a special aversion to disinfectant.

  "Isn't it Shao Yifu's birthday party at Yunxi tonight?" Ling Yuwei immediately walked to his side and coquettishly shouted: "Of course, I'm going with you."

  "You go by yourself," Yi Shuihan pried open her hand and said lightly: "I'm going to take An Lan together tonight..."

  "Water is cold, what do you mean?" Ling Yuwei immediately shouted: "You don't love her, you can just maintain a nominal relationship with her, like the private party that Shao Yifu held for Yunxi, without paparazzi, do you need to bring her to show off your love?"

  Yi Shuihan solemnly refuted her: "Shaw Yifu is my maternal cousin, his parents are my uncle and aunt, his birthday party belongs to a family gathering among relatives, such a party I don't bring my wife but bring others, does that make sense?"

  "How can I be someone else?" Ling Yuwei almost instinctively argued: "Shuihan, you used to take me there before!"

  "Before, neither of us was married, we were both single, taking you there would be no big deal, at most they would just think we're dating," Yi Shuihan explained indifferently: "But now it's different, I'm already married. If I don't take my wife but take you instead, what will others think of me? What will they think of you? Are you willing to be called the third party who interferes with my marriage?"

  Ling Yuwei was suddenly left speechless by Yi Shuihan's words.

  She suddenly realized that Yi Shuihan was married, no matter what the circumstances of his marriage were, in short, he was now a married man, and she was still openly following him, which seemed somewhat inappropriate.

  Yi Shuihan hadn't even waited for her to come over, and immediately said with a gloomy face: "Aren't you hurrying back? Is the time still early? Yun Xi didn't invite you to attend the party, are you planning on wearing this outfit to go over?"

  "See you at the party tonight," Ling Yuwei immediately understood, picked up her own bag, looked deeply at Yi Shuihan, and reluctantly walked out.

  Walked out of the office, and then stared coldly at the reception room across the way, snorted in her heart, and then walked towards the VIP elevator with her head held high and three-inch high heels.

  Zhang Wen saw Ling Yuwei leave, and quickly pulled open the floor-to-ceiling curtains of Yi Shuihan's office, then pushed open the floor-to-ceiling window. Although the evening air wasn't very good, having natural air come in could dilute the smell of disinfectant in the room.

  Yi Shuihan sat down in the office chair and first took out his mobile phone to make a call, rather than looking at the documents he had brought back from the conference room.

  Anlan felt that sitting in the reception room was much more comfortable than sitting in Yi Shuihan's office, because the reception room wasn't as cold and hard, and the decoration was more humane, there were even newspapers and magazines on the coffee table for people to read.

  She hasn't been in the habit of reading newspapers for years, so she chose a "Reader" magazine, which contains small stories from all over the world that are either touching, humorous or sentimental, and it's actually quite easy to pass the time.

  When her phone rang, she was reading a short story called "Divorce Bill". She had just read the beginning when the monotonous ringtone interrupted her.

  She took out her mobile phone, her eyes still not leaving the book, and pressed the answer button to say a very natural "hello".

  "Gu Anlan, haven't you finished yet?" Yi Shuihan's puzzled voice came over.

  "It's all over by three o'clock," she replied truthfully.

  "It's already five o'clock, does it take two hours to get from the hospital to here?" This time, Yi Shuihan's voice was clearly tinged with a few parts of doubt and dissatisfaction: "Didn't I tell you to finish your shift and come to the company to wait for me? Where did you go again?"

  "...I'm already at your company," An Lan said with a hint of regret as she put down the magazine.

  "Are you in our company?" Yi Shuihan's voice came with a hint of disbelief: "I'm right in the office, can't you even see me?"

  "I'm in your company's reception room, I'll be right there," An Lan said and hung up the phone, immediately walking out of the reception room towards his office.

  "Didn't you arrange for Madam to be in my office?" Yi Shuihan scolded his secretary, "Why did you arrange for her to go to the reception room instead?"

  "Just as Zhang Wen didn't know how to explain, An Lan walked in from outside the door."

  "It was I who asked to go to the reception room," An Lan smiled and explained to Yi Shuihan: "Your office gives people a cold feeling, I feel uncomfortable sitting here, it's better in the reception room, there are drinks and magazines, more humanized than your office."

  "...Yi Shuihan was momentarily speechless, and couldn't help but secretly examine his own office. The black, white, and brown color scheme seemed a bit too cold and stiff."

  Zhang Wen secretly cast a grateful glance at An Lan.

  "Sit down for a moment, I still have some things to deal with before I get off work," Yi Shuihan said as he walked back behind his office desk.

  "Well, I'll go wait for you in the living room then," An Lan glanced indifferently at the sofa in Yi Shuihan's office, thinking that since Ling Yuwei said it was her special seat, she'd better not sit in Ling Yuwei's special seat.

  Yi Shuihan, who had just sat down, raised his eyes and looked at her for a moment before nodding slightly, effectively approving her small request.

  An Lan returned to the living room again, and Zhang Wen brought her another glass of boiled water. With a smile on her face, she thanked her: "Thank you so much, Madam President."

  "It's nothing, I'm just telling the truth," An Lan took over the cup of water from Zhang Wen's hand and continued to flip through the magazine she had been reading earlier.

  About twenty minutes later, Yishuihan appeared at the door of the living room and shouted to her: "Let's go, have dinner together, then buy gifts for your parents, and take you back home tomorrow!"

  An Lan was slightly surprised by his words, didn't he say on the phone that he would attend Liu Yunxi's birthday party? How did he change his mind in just a short while?

  Although she was puzzled in her heart, she didn't ask, and besides, she wasn't familiar with Liu Yunxi. It was a party full of strangers, and she didn't want to attend anyway.

  Prosperous imperial court, top high-end club on the third floor of Bincheng.

  Yi Yu Yan hastily walked towards the side of Liu Yunxi, who was talking to Ling Yuwei, and looked at Ling Yuwei with a faint nod: "Miss Ling, you're here? Have you seen my second brother?"

  "No," Ling Yuwei's face wore a faint smile: "Shui Han should be quite busy now, after all he just got married, and must take care of his own image, right?"

  As Ling Yuwei implied, the reason I didn't come with Yi Shuihan isn't that he didn't want me, but rather Yi Shuihan had to consider his own image. And as for me, I naturally also have to think for him, so I came alone.

  Yu Yan nodded and looked at Yun Xi, asking: "That, did you invite my second brother and the others?"

  "It was invited by Run Run Shaw," said Yun Xi, and then looked at Run Run Shaw who was chatting with someone not far away and shouted: "Run Run, when is Shui Han Ge coming?"

  Shaw Yifu hastily ended the conversation with that person and returned to Yunxi's side: "Should be soon, right? It's almost eight o'clock, I told him to arrive before eight."

  "Alright, I'll call," Run Shaw replied, taking out his mobile phone and walking towards the balcony.