Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce-Chapter 595 - 206: Flower Girl at Work

Ozawa Masami still didn’t know that the biggest crisis of her life had already arrived.

She obediently sat down as commanded.

Once again, she apologized sweetly:

"Gomen nasai!"

"Look up!"

Upon hearing that, Ozawa Masami lifted her head, revealing a face as pure as a lotus emerging from clear water in front of him.

Spit, spit...

He misspoke.

The environment of Little Day couldn’t nurture a woman with such poise.

A more accurate description would be:

A face resembling a virtuous wife and devoted mother appeared in front of Sun Dasheng.

Instantly igniting a certain impulse within him.

"Look at me."

Sun Dasheng continued to train, to tame.

Although Ozawa Masami was extremely shy, she still obediently locked eyes with him.

Within seconds, she conceded, lowering her head.

"Baka!"

The sudden scolding caused Ozawa Masami’s heart to sink.

Are all the men in the world the same?

Do they all have this personality of scolding and demanding obedience from women?

She thought she had met a ’different’ gentleman.

It turned out to be all her imagination.

A line of clear tears slid from the corner of her soft eyes.

Then, in a flash, she got off the bed and with a ’bang’, she prostrated herself tightly on the wooden floor, her head lowered low.

Shikata ni tsuite.

This is the most severe form of apology in Little Day.

Even though she didn’t know what she did wrong, now was not the time to dwell on it.

The reason wasn’t important at this moment; getting his forgiveness was.

She apologized so humbly.

Yet received no response.

Her heart kept sinking.

Does he really not want to forgive her?

Will the golden job she just secured be lost soon?

Thinking about it made her heart turn cold.

She didn’t have a prominent family background, relying solely on herself every step of the way from a small county to thriving Tokyo.

For this, she endured countless hardships and suffered numerous ordeals.

But she knew it was far from enough.

If she hadn’t had enough luck to encounter Keno Capital (Japan), she would have ended up like her other classmates without a background, joining an ordinary trading company and earning an average white-collar salary.

Instead of earning a golden-collar salary for work easier than a white-collar job.

She couldn’t lose this job.

This was why as soon as he showed displeasure,

she reacted so dramatically.

Not because she was overreacting.

But because she couldn’t afford to lose.

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly a gentle voice sounded by her ear.

Before she could look up, she felt a pair of firm hands lift her up.

Standing upright, she just stood there dumbfounded in front of him.

Looking at her, he couldn’t hold back his laughter:

"Did I scare you just now?"

Suddenly, Ozawa Masami felt a wave of grievance.

But she kept suppressing it inside, not daring to speak for fear of bursting into tears, merely nodding fiercely.

"Silly girl!"

Sun Dasheng reached out and wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes.

"Alright, don’t cry. You misunderstood just now."

"Well, how should I put it, cultural differences."

Sun Dasheng cleverly shifted the blame to cultural differences.

Ozawa Masami surprisingly nodded in agreement.

The other party was not a native, though his spoken language was quite fluent, it didn’t mean he could use it accurately, and the words he used might not convey the same intent as those popular back home.

She had also experienced such misunderstandings while learning English and Chinese.

So, she found what he said to be true.

"Sorry, Mr. Sun, I overreacted just now."

"Alright, alright, if you keep apologizing like that, I won’t know what to talk to you about."

Ozawa Masami couldn’t help but reveal two shallow dimples, looking extremely charming.

"No more apologies," Sun Dasheng reiterated.

"Mhm," Ozawa Masami nodded.

The expression on her face brightened, a smile returning to her lips.

"Come and sit," Sun Dasheng patted the edge of the bed again.

Ozawa Masami obediently sat over.

Sun Dasheng stared blankly at her, her tear-streaked eyes held an extraordinary allure, like a widow adorned in mourning garments.

How could Sun Dasheng resist?

He immediately transformed into a bandit, wanting to devour her.

Perhaps the naked desire in his eyes was too obvious, suddenly awakening her, making her bounce as if with a spring on her seat.

’Thud’ in one swift motion.

She stood up, immediately creating distance, her face flushed as she uttered:

"Mr. Sun, I’ll sleep in the living room tonight, goodnight!"

Watching her hurriedly flee, Sun Dasheng’s interest was piqued: "Hey, she actually wants to escape from my grasp?"

"Just watch me not take you tonight."

But before that, he needed to lull her.

Sun Dasheng grabbed the blanket on the bed and headed towards the living room.

....

In the living room, near the coffee table.

Ozawa Masami picked a corner, curling herself up.

Seeing him follow her to the living room, a wary look appeared on her face. She crossed her arms and said, "Mr. Sun, is there something else?"

"What? Afraid I might eat you?" Sun Dasheng chuckled, pulling out the blanket from behind and tossing it over: "Hey, I don’t want you catching a cold, sleep warmly tonight, or else people will say that the president mistreats his employees on a business trip, letting them catch a cold."

So it was the president’s concern.

Internally, Ozawa Masami scolded herself for thinking ill of him.

"Thank you, Mr. Sun, I’ll cover up properly," Ozawa Masami quickly wrapped herself in the blanket, yet remained vigilant.

But Sun Dasheng didn’t look back, turned around and left, only leaving behind a farewell: "Goodnight!"

"Goodnight!"

....

Midnight at twelve.