This isn’t right, this kind of vibe from EF—it’s He Yanrong!
mories surged into her mind. Lai Feifei quickly sorted through them and realized: He Yanrong and Li Zhiyan were together now. Today marked the second day!
And yesterday, she had made a complete fool of herself trailing behind the two of them, desperately afraid they might do sothing, only to have a mouthful of the proverbial "dog food" shoved her way.
She was a high-class, cool Shanghai woman—how could she have been so lacking in self-restraint?
She didn’t even like Li Zhiyan. Sure, she was fond of this junior, but he was just a 20-year-old kid!
Lai Feifei felt deeply ashad.
But when she saw He Yanrong lying next to her, a strange sense of relief settled in her heart.
This ant one thing: last night, they hadn’t slept together, which ant nothing happened between the two of them.
"Feifei, you’re awake."
At that mont, the awakened He Yanrong also sat up and hugged Lai Feifei from behind.
"Let go of ! I’m not interested in won!"
"You little floozy."
"Pfft, as if I’m interested in won. I’m only interested in my darling."
"But don’t be jealous. I sent him ho early last night."
"For these seven days, I won’t do anything inappropriate with him."
"But after seven days, if he’s still willing to be with , then I’ll do whatever I need to do with him."
"After all, a platonic relationship doesn’t last. There must be physical connection."
"Even Zhang Ailing said that, you know, *that* is the pathway to your heart."
"Shut up, you floozy. What does your business have to do with ?"
Lai Feifei’s icy deanor left He Yanrong exasperated. "Alright, fine, keep pretending you don’t care."
"I think the real you only cos out after you’ve had a drink."
"You rest; I’ll cook sothing for you."
He Yanrong tidied up and went to make breakfast. Thinking about being with Li Zhiyan now, He Yanrong felt pure joy in her heart.
Left in bed alone, Lai Feifei pulled the covers over herself and felt an unexplainable tightness in her chest, even as she tried hard to maintain her image as the cool, elite woman.
But deep inside, instinct made her suprely uncomfortable.
"I’m just jealous, that’s all. It’s a natural human reaction. But it doesn’t an I like Li Zhiyan—I’m older than him!"
At this mont, Lai Feifei’s thoughts began to tangle within her.
...
Later in the morning, Li Zhiyan clocked in at work as usual.
And, as always, Liu Jinxin instructed Li Zhiyan to go to Catherine’s office.
Every day, this routine made Liu Jinxin feel endlessly entertained!
That damn Li Zhiyan’s daily life had to be completely miserable by now—this wasn’t a life fit for a human being!
Every day he was tortured by Catherine!
Last ti, standing outside the door, they even overheard Catherine scolding him!
After cursing internally, "F**k your mother," Li Zhiyan headed toward Catherine’s office.
Though, honestly, he wasn’t even cursing out Liu Jinxin—just stating a simple fact.
In so sense, though, it almost felt like he’d beco Liu Jinxin’s daddy? What a major power play.
Entering the office, Li Zhiyan caught sight of Catherine’s long, stocking-clad legs, and a wave of admiration washed over him.
"President."
"Hm, Li Zhiyan, co here and massage my legs."
Today, Catherine seed unusually gentle with Li Zhiyan.
Because she’d already devised a wicked plan to tornt him—it was essential to make him feel regret and despair.
Knowing martial arts? So what? Once he’s drunk, he’s just as vulnerable as anyone else.
She was determined to shove her high heels into his mouth!
As he sat down and removed Catherine’s high heels, Li Zhiyan tenderly began massaging her legs clad in silky stockings.
The smooth sensation under his touch captivated him, while Catherine couldn’t help but close her eyes and relish the massage.
"Oh, yes. Damn this filthy low-life Asian—why does he have to be so good at massages?!"
Though she disdained him in her heart, she was utterly addicted to the pleasure he was giving her.
...
More than twenty minutes later, a black-silk-clad He Yanrong, now wearing a cheongsam and high heels, arrived at the office.
After breakfast, Lai Feifei had gone back to sleep. That drunken slacker loved nothing more than afternoon naps.
This saved He Yanrong so trouble, so she put on makeup and ca straight to the office to find Li Zhiyan.
As soon as she walked in, the departing Liu Jinxin, noticing that his mom had arrived, imdiately jumped up in delight.
"Mom, you’re here!"
Liu Jinxin bead with pride. It was only natural—who wouldn’t feel proud to have a gorgeous, stylish mom?
Liu Jinxin was no exception. Anyti He Yanrong showed up, Liu Jinxin felt an imnse sense of vanity being fulfilled to the max.
"Mm, son," she said.
Although she was here to see Li Zhiyan, He Yanrong couldn’t make that too obvious—her son was here, after all. For now, their relationship had to stay hidden, or else it might be too much for him to handle.
"Mom."
"Let’s go to the reception room."
"Alright."
As Liu Jinxin led He Yanrong toward the reception room, the office workers buzzed with conversation because Liu Jinxin’s mother was undeniably stunning, her allure impossible to ignore.
Many young male coworkers couldn’t help but be riveted by the sight of her.
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