really!
She's probably the only one in the entire company who dares to ride roughshod over Yang, bossing him around and acting like a tyrant. Of course, he's one of them too.
"She...is quite capable."
Still fiddling with the golden pen, Pei Zaiyu remained calm and composed, his dark eyes unfathomably deep. "I think..."
"Don't even think about it!"
Fang Weiyang shouted to stop him, abruptly standing up and bracing his hands on the table, confronting him with an imposing air. He was joking, of course. If the tomboy left, who would help him with chores? Who would handle the documents while he skipped work and slacked off?
"Don't even think about it!" he reiterated.
"Why?" He felt no remorse for toying with his prey, who had already stepped into his trap, especially since the prey was his good friend. "Isn't her performance enough to warrant a small reward like a promotion and a raise?"
"Uh, of course you can."
Go away! He thought Pei wanted to list her as a new target for seduction, which scared him half to death... Damn it! Realizing that he had been played, Fang Weiyang's usually carefree face suddenly turned sinister, as if he had become a different person.
"Are you playing me?" he said coldly.
"Don't you know?"
Pei Zaiyu, looking relaxed and carefree, continued to pluck fur from the tiger's mouth with unbridled audacity. Only a hint of admiration, tinged with mutual appreciation, flickered in his slightly lowered dark eyes. "Haven't exercised in a long time. I wonder if your delicate skin is still as good as it used to be..."
"Want it?" Fang Weiyang chuckled suddenly, a hint of allure appearing in his eyes.
Shaking off the chicken feet covering his body, Pei Zaiyu frowned in disapproval, stood up, took off his suit jacket and tie, and neatly placed them on the chair. Finally, he rolled up his shirt sleeves and walked towards Fang Weiyang, who was already waiting at one end of the office.
"Don't think I'm unaware of what you've been saying outside, Yang, that's enough..."
Fang Weiyang glared at him and threw a punch quickly, ruthlessly, and accurately. Pei Zaiyu lowered his head, twisted his waist, and lightly dodged the punch. Without saying a word, he immediately threw a punch back. In an instant, fists and feet flew back and forth in the office, and the two were fighting.
After a long while, the two people who were wrestling suddenly separated and lay on the floor, panting heavily.
"You...you broke the rules." Fang Weiyang said accusingly, touching his cracked lips.
"Hmph! Did you even guard it?"
You brat, how dare you talk about him like that? Don't you even know how you got that huge bruise on his right eye?
Damn it! He has a meeting to chair at 3 o'clock, he can't go with a panda eye, can he?
"Yang, this morning... I received a call from your father."
"Oh, he really lived a long life." Fang Weiyang's expression stiffened, and after a moment, he asked, "What did he say?"
"Bringing up the old story again, he wants you to go back. Of course, you have to 'reform' first, and then he'll call me a pervert, a bisexual who deserves to be struck by lightning." Pei Zaiyu suddenly smiled wickedly, turned around and leaned closer to him, deliberately blowing a hot breath into his ear, "Yang, how come I didn't know when I became your sex partner, hmm?"
Reform? That damned Pei...
Fang Weiyang glared at him with slight annoyance, just as he was about to think of a retort, when he heard faint footsteps coming from outside the door. His eyes flickered, and then he smiled charmingly, saying in a coquettish tone, "You're so annoying! You always ask me these kinds of questions. How am I supposed to answer? You're so annoying..."
He clenched his fist, intending to lightly punch him, but taking advantage of Pei Zaiyu's slight hesitation, the door opened slightly from the outside. Fang Weiyang immediately seized the opportunity to pull his friend away and kiss him.
"Ah—" A scream pierced the air, and the female secretary who had been temporarily transferred from the personnel department was so frightened that her face turned pale and her legs went weak.
The general manager and the vice president are...kissing?!
Realizing what was happening, Pei Zaiyu's handsome face darkened instantly. He simply remained on top of Fang Weiyang and gave him a sinister sneer.
"What's up?" Fang Weiyang asked with a friendly smile.
"Oh...the department heads are all here for the afternoon's routine meeting, just waiting for President Pei and...the Vice President." The secretary, finally finding her voice, glanced again at her disheveled boss, then covered her face and left, seething with resentment. How could she...how could she have...
"Alas, what a pity, the heart of a gentle woman is shattered to pieces." After shaking his head and sighing, Fang Weiyang straightened his face and said humbly, "Boss, may I move you a little? You are really a bit heavy."
Without uttering a word, only the cold smile on his lips remained unchanged. Pei Zaiyu nimbly got up from him, but after Fang Weiyang got up, he viciously threw a left hook at him, hitting him right in the eye.
"Ouch!" Fang Weiyang cried out in pain, jumping up and shouting indignantly, "Pei, that's too much! How could you slap me in the face?"
"You'll be the one to chair today's meeting."
Ignoring his barking, Pei Zaiyu walked back to his seat in a good mood and continued working.
Damn it! Pei must have done it on purpose.
But... oh well, he took advantage of him first. Sigh, it's just a pity for his precious handsome face...
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Night, a windy house.
After putting away the last piece of luggage, the two exhausted women collapsed on the sofa, refusing to move an inch.
"Phew—" Feng Zi let out a long breath and kicked Ye Zi with her foot. "You're smart enough to have your luggage shipped here, otherwise... Humph!"
"I knew you would worry about us, of course I would..." Before she could finish her emotional words, Ye Zi was silenced by Feng Zi's sharp glare.
"Go away! I'm worried about my son, who's worried about you?"
"What!" Ye Zi exclaimed in anguish, clutching her heart with both hands, tears welling in her eyes, and said in disbelief, "Do you only want your son, and not his mother?!"
What is this all about? It's so nauseating, it's even more pretentious and cheesy than the dialogue in an 8 PM soap opera about ethical tragedy.
"If I can't swallow the delicious food my son cooked later, you surnamed Ye, I will definitely kill you!" she said viciously.
Ye Zi stuck out her tongue and smiled at her, wanting to play some more tricks, but was stopped by a childish, clear but authoritative voice.