"Yeh yeh, I'm home!"

Marinette Cheng had just returned home from working at her grandfather's company, Cheng Custom. Where she was head designer and a model for her works.

Marinette had lost her mother at birth, and father not four days later in a car crash. Originally, her mother's side of the family was from Shanghai, China. Even though Marinette was born in Paris, France she grew up in China with her grandfather, or as she liked to call him, yeh yeh.

Quon Cheng was Marinette's grandfather and only family. His daughter died from complications giving birth. Marinette was all he had left of her and he wanted the best for her. He himself had inherited the company Cheng Custom from his father, he had intended for Sabine to take over the company when he retired, but since that was no longer an option he was going to give it to Marinette.

"Marinette! Living room!" he called out.

Marinette was quick to put her sketchbook away and meet her grandfather.

"Hey, what would you like for dinner?" she lovingly asked.

"Before that, there is a meeting with a real estate agent in three days that we need to get ready for." he smiled, getting up from his favourite black rocker, heading towards the kitchen.

Marinette eagerly followed. "It's three days away yeh yeh, I think we have time," Marinette giggled while picking up her phone. "takeout?" she asked, putting the phone up to her ear, getting ready to order their usual.

"Takeout is fine. You didn't let me finish. The meeting is in Paris. And our flight leaves in two days." he spoke, grabbing a cup, and filling it to the brim with orange juice. As he did every day when Marinette came home.

"Paris? Why Paris? Are you expanding the company?" she questioned, putting the phone down and getting ready to pick up their order.

"I guess you could put it that way." he finished, before downing the whole glass of OJ.

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"Adrien! you're going to be late!" Emilie yelled.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" he squawked, stumbling through the hallway of their Parisian home, quickly pulling his shirt on.

"Are you ready?" Emilie questioned as her son stumbled down the stairs racing to get to his photo shoot.

"Yep yep yep. I'm ready." he chuckled walking out the door.

"Sometimes I swear you're 13 again and not 19." she laughed as she hopped in the car on the way to the studio.

At the young age of six Adrien's father mysteriously went missing, rendering him fatherless. his mother was forced to take the job of CEO of the family company, Agreste Image & Design. After taking the position of CEO, Adrien could tell that his mother was drained. He made a promise to himself to be the best son he could to bring her stress levels down. He'd do whatever she asked, with minimal questions asked.

Since he made that promise he never complained. Even when she wanted him to take Chinese, fencing, and learn to take over the company when he got older.

"Oh Adrien, I forgot to tell you, we have a meeting with a real estate agent 3 days from now. I don't want you to forget, ask Natalie to put it on your schedule," she spoke, getting out of the car that had arrived at the studio.

"Okay. May I ask why? Are we expanding the company?" Adrien said, a confused look over his face.

"I guess you could put it that way." she said as they entered the building.

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The flight to Paris was long and tiring. Marinette had sketched a bit, getting inspired by the clouds as they flew, without realizing she had drawn a whole clothing line.

Satisfied, she put the finishing touches on her designs and tried to fall asleep, looking out the window of the private jet.

When Marinette woke up they were already in Paris. After getting off the plane one could say that Marinette was groggy, to say the least.

"Yeh yeh, remind me why I had to come again?" Marinette groaned.

"Ah, not a morning person I see? You came because soon you are going to take over the company and you need to conduct meetings such as this. This time though, you will learn from the master." He smirked as he cracked his knuckles.

Marinette giggled, "Okay, if you say so. Lets get some coffee before the meeting, we have time right?"

"We still have an hour, lets stop somewhere close to the meeting place." he instructed the driver to a quaint cafe near the Agreste Image & Design building. After a fifteen minute drive they arrived at the cafe.

"What would you like me to get you yeh yeh?" Marinette asked stepping out of the car.

"Just tea will be fine. Thank you Marinette."

As Marinette walked in she saw that there was quite a line ahead of her, so she took this opportunity to look over the menu and observe what the people of Paris enjoyed wearing.

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"Mom! Are you ready?" Adrien smirked.

"Are you sassing me?" Emilie gasped, "I thought I raised you better than that." she chuckled. "How bout we stop for coffee first? We still have some time."

"Sure." Adrien spoke as he buckled up.

The drive to the cafe was short.

"What would you like?" Adrien asked his mother.

"A latte please, thank you Adrien."

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"One medium black coffee and a tea for, Marinette?" The cafe worker asked.

"That's me." A black haired girl walked up to pick up her order, as Adrien walked in.

Just as the black haired girl was going to walk out of the cafe, someone behind Adrien shoved him straight into her. Spilling the drinks all over the now steaming girl in front of him.

"What the hell is your problem?!" The black haired girl yelled looking down at her now sopping shirt.

"Holy shit! I'm so sorry!" Adrien yelled as he scrambled to grab napkins from the counter. Once Adrien returned he tried to dry her shirt with the napkins he grabbed, not realizing that he was touching somewhere he was not permited.

Adrien glanced up from her shirt only to recognize the girl as Marinette Cheng. One of their competitors. Needless to say she hated him, ever since the disaster when their companies teamed up for a charity line.

"Get off of me you perv!" She yelled, snaching the napkins from his hands to dry her shirt herself.

"Look I'm really sorry, I'll buy you another drink to make up for it." Adrien begged. Hoping the black haired girl wouldn't recognize him.

The girl glanced down at her smart watch, "Screw it. I don't have time for this shit, I have a meeting to get to." she scoffed, "Thanks for the offer." she snarled over her shoulder as she walked out.

Once she said that, Adrien was reminded of the time. he had a little under ten minutes before they had their meeting, and the line was to long to buy their drinks. Defeated, Adrien walked back to the car.

"What happened to the drinks?" His mom asked as he hopped back into the car.

"Long story."

The whole drive Adrien could only wonder why the livid noirette was in Paris.

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"Your guests are waiting in your office, Mrs. Agreste."

"Thank you." Emilie softly responded.

Once the elevator doors opened on the top floor, shouting flooded the ears of Emilie and Adrien. Emilie immediately knew what was happening, even though she didn't understand a word. And her palm flew straight to her forehead.

On the other hand, Adrien knew every word coming out of the young woman's mouth in his mother's office, thanks to his fluent knowledge of Chinese.

"How could you do this to me?! How many times do we need to have this conversation, Grandpa?!" Adrien heard from the hallway.

The young and admittedly beautiful woman inside his mother's office saw them through the window, but that didn't stop her yelling, it seemed to have fuelled it.

"Seriously?! Him?! You know every single encounter with him has been a disaster! Not only that but he's the dipshit who spilt the drinks on me at the cafe!" She yelled glancing through the window of the office. "And you know that I don't need help! I am not getting married! I am perfectly fine as is! I'm not even 19 yet!" as the young woman continued her rant, the old man in the room stood up and gestured for Emilie and Adrien to enter the room.

"You will be in a few months, now be nice, stop yelling let's talk about this," the old man spoke.

"Mom, why is she yelling about getting married?" Adrien asked before they entered the office.

"They are? I wouldn't know. I don't eavesdrop on other peoples conversations." Emilie stated matter-of-factly entering the room.

Adrien was skeptical and could tell his mother was sidestepping his questions.

Once Adrien entered the office, he was met with a life-ending glare from the young woman sitting across from him.