"And then?" Fang Weiyang gritted his teeth.
"Your assistant has been chosen, congratulations!" she said, chuckling to herself.
There's no way around it, life's been too peaceful. Idleness makes one grow old, so... hehe—Lucky withdrew again citing her age, while she was credited with giving birth to a little genius. Only Azi remained "old but still vigorous," so who else would you choose if not her?
So, in a two-to-one ratio, she was pushed into the fire pit, weeping and wailing, under the pretext of "escaping the shadows of the past."
But—how come she doesn't know about any hidden shadows?
Her demeanor was like a towering Vajra, impossible to fathom.
But that's a story for later, so let's leave that aside for now. Let's get back to the point—
"I'm warning you, don't you dare bully her!"
He's furious! How interesting! It's rare to see a "smiling tiger" turn his back on her; she almost wanted to record it on video.
Ye Zi blinked hard, forcing out the amusement in her eyes, and retorted, "Oh, finding her a suitable husband is considered 'bullying' her? Do you hate her? Can't stand to see her happy?"
"I didn't..."
He stopped abruptly, his fiery rage subsiding as he glared coldly at the hateful woman, asking in a dangerously ethereal voice, "Are you playing me?"
"You got caught? How lame!" She stuck out her tongue playfully, showing no alarm at all that disaster was about to befall her.
“I don’t have a habit of hitting women, but I can make an exception for you.” Although he desperately wanted to ignore her infuriating expression, it was too difficult. He spat out his final threat through gritted teeth.
"Please go ahead!"
Suddenly, a smiling, pretty face appeared before him, startling him. Then, the owner of the face said "lamentingly," "After I die, please ask Azi to help me collect my body. After all, in this world, I am her only friend and only two relatives."
The only one, of course, is lucly!
"You...you..."
glaring furiously at the arrogant woman in front of him who seemed oblivious to her own mortality, and at her alluring, jade-like neck that seemed ready to be grabbed, Fang Weiyang suddenly felt fortunate that his heart was strong enough and his mind was calm enough. Otherwise, he might have been driven to his death by her anger, or even strangled her, and then been chased and killed by the tomboy.
"Fine, I give up." He took a dejected step back and asked the question that had been bothering him: "Why doesn't that man named Lucky marry her?"
Lucky? He actually knows Lucky?
But men?!
“He can’t, and Azi won’t agree either.” Even if she were willing, she wouldn’t. It’s like an old cow eating young grass… no, it should be called a tender sprout. Lucky’s age isn’t even considered grass.
"Why?" His heart pounded in his chest.
Why won't she? Doesn't she love that man? Why?
Ye Zi's bright, lively eyes darted around quickly, a malicious smile playing on her lips. "Lucky will marry another woman in the future," she said.
This tomboy, does she really love him that much? Knowing he'll marry another woman, she still…
It's broken, my heart is broken.
A sudden wave of desolation washed over him, along with...heartache, pain for her foolishness, but—
I don't understand. My heart is already broken, how can it still hurt?
Could he... really be interested in Azi?
Let's give it one last try.
"Are you really a lesbian?" she blurted out, thinking it would provoke Fang Weiyang's anger.
Unexpectedly—
"What do you think?" He glanced at her indifferently, then turned to leave, disheartened.
"Then why don't you get a sex change?"
She was already confident of success, and this was just a prank.
Huang Leifeng, who had just come out of the general manager's office and happened to hear these words, was so startled that he stumbled and almost fell headfirst into the lush Brazilian wood plant outside the door.
Good heavens, she really is… He looked at Ye Zi with admiration.
"Why don't you just die?!" Fang Weiyang roared from the doorway, his voice like a thunderclap.
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"Why are you bullying Vice President Fang again!"
After dismissing all other people, Pei Zaiyu summoned her into the inner room and immediately asked her questions.
"You care about him a lot." Ye Zi glanced at him sideways, her tone slightly displeased as she accused him, looking like a spoiled little girl.
Startled by her beautiful appearance, he beckoned her to come to him, and then subtly pulled her to sit on his lap before letting out a low laugh.
"You don't need to be jealous, Yang and I are nothing."
"I'm jealous?!"
Ye Zi almost screamed. This arrogant jerk! Whatever his philandering with that sissy was up to, it was none of her business. Although…although…she felt a little…strange…
"real?"
He chuckled and asked in return, pressing his forehead against hers. His deep breath, mingled with his laughter, filled Ye Zi's mouth and nose, creating an irresistible allure that captivated her.