"The CEO is so clever, even if he were drunk, he'd still be smart. Look at the red packet the CEO gave me; he's certainly not drunk." Jasmine Yale sat on the bed, smiling.
"If I weren't smart, how would I have discovered a treasure like you?" Sylvan Cheney rubbed his forehead, slightly tipsy.
These words weren't drunken babble.
If he weren't clever, how could he have met such a smart, witty, and lively girl like her?
Sometimes, he envied her ex-husband for meeting her before he did, imagining how happy that must have been; in his heart, she's always the best.
Out of jealousy, he could only treat her even better, so she'd willingly be with him.
"CEO, are there sweets at the banquet tonight?"
"Hmm? Why would there be sweets at a banquet, it's not a wedding dinner." Sylvan Cheney chuckled.
"Really no sweets? Then how come your words are so sweet?"
Only then did Sylvan Cheney realize, and he scolded: "You little trickster."
