Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 200

"To be honest, you are so different from the woman that I was expecting to meet today. But I can't say I am disappointed." Ian Morcant smiled. "Tea?" He offered the current tea before him. "I brewed it myself."

"I can see that," Izzy gave him a smile.

"It's Silver Needle-harvested in Fujian, China. The leaves are only picked for a few days each spring,” lan said, carefully pouring the tea into the smaller cup in front of her. "The growers claim that the best batches come from a specific altitude, around 1,200 meters. They dry the leaves in natural sunlight. No machines. No shortcuts."

Izzy accepted the cup but didn't drink yet.

lan leaned back slightly in his chair. He rested one arm along the edge of the table. “The first time I had it, I was nineteen. I was visiting an investor in Hong Kong, someone who believed in formalities. He poured me a cup and said, 'Don't speak until you taste it.' I thought it was odd. But I did as he asked."

He looked at the tea in his hand, fingers wrapping around the delicate porcelain.

"I didn't get it at first. It tasted like nothing to me. Subtle. Almost too quiet to notice. I told him so. He smiled and said I wasn't wrong-just impatient." lan's mouth twitched slightly, not quite a grin. "He explained that some things don't hit you with flavor or strength. Some things ask you to slow down. To pay attention." Izzy nodded once. She finally took a sip.

lan continued, "Later, when the investment went bad, that same man refused to pull out. He said the company needed time. He waited. Three years later, it was one of the best decisions he ever made."

Izzy set her

cup

down.

"I still don't love tea," lan said. "But I make this one when I know I need to stop and think. Not react. Just observe."

He looked at her for a moment, not with suspicion, but with focus.

"I knew who you were on paper. In reports. In summaries. I didn't expect this version of you in the boardroom today. That's not a criticism. It's just an observation."

respond right away.

ask for permission. You didn't," lan

head slightly. "Is this your way

testing you differently

again. "Good," she

further. He simply

lan Morcant. Thirty, unmarried, and already sitting at the head of a multimillion-dollar company. On paper, it looked impressive. Too impressive. And she knew better than

glanced at the tea again before setting it down. "You're talking like someone who isn't close

research is always

The one who wanted

defensive, just thoughtful. "That's not what I meant." "I know," lan replied, calm as

fill every silence. No sharp movements, no visible posturing. He didn't dominate

entered a room like it owed him something. His confidence was loud, sometimes reckless, always deliberate. Ian wasn't like

out to

respond right away. Instead, she looked down at the

didn't answer immediately. He reached for the teapot and refilled his

asking myself

for something to hit-flavor, bitterness, anything. But it didn't. It was quiet, almost like drinking warm water with a hint of... something. She wasn't even sure what.

She smiled to herself.

"What

at a wellness retreat. The kind

a small nod, as if that was the answer he

guess I'm not that patient either," she added. "I like things that make their

hands loosely in front of him. “Most people do. That's why not everyone sticks

again. "So, you're saying I need to

said. "I'm saying

once. That