Chen Feiyu was caught off guard and asked in surprise, "Why?"
"Because you nearly crippled Leng Dao and made Jiang Tianhu kneel and apologize, yet Jiang Tianhu hasn't retaliated against you to this day. And because a successful entrepreneur like Han Muqing is willing to be your woman. I trust Han Muqing's judgment—you are definitely an extraordinary person." Zhou Ruohua raised her head as she analyzed him.
"So, you want to be my woman, treating your feelings and your life as an investment?" Chen Feiyu asked curiously.
"I won't deny it's an investment, but that’s only part of the reason. If I told you that you saving a damsel in distress twice has made me quite fond of you, would you believe me?" Zhou Ruohua suddenly winked and said.
"I believe you. Why wouldn't I? A man as outstanding as I am—it’s only natural for you to fall for me," Chen Feiyu said smugly.
Zhou Ruohua broke into a cold sweat.
Chen Feiyu then asked with a frown, "You know full well that I’m already with Han Muqing, so why would you still want to be my woman? Don't you mind?"
"Throughout history, successful men have never had just one woman; that’s the law of nature. Even my father, who only runs a mediocre business, has women on the side. Rather than marrying an ordinary man in the future or having to endure a husband cheating, I’d rather be your mistress. I believe that you can help me realize my dreams, bring me into the true upper class, and make me someone others look up to, just like Han Muqing. Besides, with my figure and looks, I am perfectly qualified to be your mistress."
Zhou Ruohua proudly puffed out her chest, which seemed even fuller now, as if about to burst through her clothes.
"You are an ambitious person," Chen Feiyu exclaimed. He had initially thought Zhou Ruohua was merely snobbish, never imagining she had such an ambitious side. For a woman like this, an ordinary man might not be able to handle her. Of course, Chen Feiyu felt no such pressure; the more ambitious a woman was, the more satisfying she was to tame.
"Do you have any regrets? What if your judgment is wrong?" Chen Feiyu asked with a playful smile.
"No regrets. One rarely gets the chance to gamble in life. Even though I am a woman, I possess that kind of spirit—I’m no less capable than you men!" Zhou Ruohua declared proudly.
"You have character. I like it. From this moment on, you are my woman." Chen Feiyu clapped his hands and laughed, feeling immense triumph. For a top-tier beauty like Zhou Ruohua to take the initiative to be his mistress—anyone in his shoes would have their vanity greatly satisfied.
"Mhm."
Outwardly, Zhou Ruohua maintained the demeanor of a woman who didn't lose to any man, but inwardly, she was incredibly shy.
"Come here," Chen Feiyu said.
"Huh?" Zhou Ruohua tensed up.
"What do you mean 'huh'? You’re my mistress, so naturally, you have to listen to me. Asking you to come over and serve me—that’s not an unreasonable request, is it?" Chen Feiyu said with a playful smirk, a hint of gratification in his eyes.
"Al-alright." With her face burning, she took small, hesitant steps toward him.
Chen Feiyu pulled her into his arms, sat her on his lap, and wrapped a hand firmly around her slender waist.
"Ah..." Zhou Ruohua shivered, her body stiffening with tension.
"Remember, you’re my woman. Relax, there’s no need to be nervous," Chen Feiyu soothed her.
Zhou Ruohua bit her lower lip, and only then did her body slowly begin to relax. Since she was a child, this was the first time she had been this intimate with a man. While she felt a sense of shame, there was also a faint, thrilling sense of liberation.
Chen Feiyu felt a rush of satisfaction. Just days ago, Zhou Ruohua had been mocking and ridiculing him; now, in the blink of an eye, she was his woman, ready to do whatever he pleased. This stark contrast was truly exhilarating!
Breathing in the fragrance from her body, Chen Feiyu felt a fire burning within him. He brushed her lips and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you down. It won't be long before I make you the most dazzling person in all of Mingji City. All you have to do is take care of your body and wait for me to claim it."
"Mhm, don't worry, Ruohua will always be yours." Zhou Ruohua gasped, her body going limp.
A moment later, Chen Feiyu suppressed his desires and let her go. Zhou Ruohua looked at him with watery, seductive eyes, feeling confused.
Chen Feiyu straightened his clothes, a gentle smile playing on his lips, and said, "My woman is still in the car. I don't want to keep her waiting too long."
*Chapter 36: Apologize!*
Zhou Ruohua began to feel jealous of Han Muqing. She was, after all, a campus beauty who had let him have his way with her, and yet, at the critical moment, he was still thinking of another woman. While she felt a bit of relief that she hadn't been fully taken, she also felt a lingering sense of loss and couldn't help but doubt her own charm.
"Your body will be mine sooner or later, just not right now." Chen Feiyu turned to walk away and added, "It's getting late; I'll have Leng Dao take you back."
"Mhm." Zhou Ruohua watched his back, her expression complex.
After giving instructions to Leng Dao, Chen Feiyu walked out of the bar. The night wind cooled his head. The red Porsche was parked by the roadside. Chen Feiyu sat in the car, looked at Han Muqing, and said, "Sorry to keep you waiting."
Han Muqing shook her head, her gaze as gentle as water.
"Aren't you curious about what Zhou Ruohua and I talked about?" Chen Feiyu asked curiously.
"If you wanted to tell me, you would have," Han Muqing paused, then continued, "And I trust that even if Zhou Ruohua offered herself to you, you would still put me first. I have that much confidence."
She was a smart woman who knew not to hold a man too tightly. Sometimes, showing trust in a man made him even more moved. This was the strategy of "in order to take, one must first give." As a business prodigy, Han Muqing naturally understood this well.
Moved, Chen Feiyu pulled her into his arms and, without a word, kissed her passionately. Han Muqing responded with equal fervor. The interior of the car was filled with a sultry, heated atmosphere.
"Feiyu, come to the company with me tomorrow."
Relishing the lingering heat of their kiss, Han Muqing lay in Chen Feiyu's arms, found a comfortable position, closed her eyes, and said.
"Why? Are you not afraid of people finding out you're my woman?" Chen Feiyu stroked Han Muqing's smooth, delicate face and chuckled.
"I want them to know! I want them to know that Han Muqing's man is Chen Feiyu, not some Young Master from the Xie Family. And my position as president has absolutely nothing to do with that bastard Xie!" Han Muqing huffed.
Chen Feiyu would naturally never refuse a request from his woman.
"Fine, I'll go with you tomorrow. Whoever dares to gossip about my Xiao Qingqing, I'll make them regret it dearly." A cold glint flashed in Chen Feiyu's eyes. He then grinned, "Good wife, shouldn't we do something that couples do?"
"Go away, it's too late, and I have serious business tomorrow." Han Muqing rolled her eyes at him, then giggled smugly. "I'll give you two choices: first, I drop you off and then head home, or second, you get out of the car right now and take a taxi."
"You've got to be kidding me. That's burning the bridge after crossing it!"
"That's right. If you have the guts, bite me!"
"I'm biting!"
"Ah, don't... hee hee... that tickles..."
In the end, Chen Feiyu didn't take Han Muqing, only taking advantage of some light physical intimacy. After dropping Chen Feiyu off at the villa, Han Muqing left, clearly reluctant.
The next morning, Han Muqing arrived in her Porsche to pick up Chen Feiyu. She was impeccably dressed, her dark hair swept up, wearing a white business suit. Her long, shapely legs were encased in silk stockings, and she wore gold-rimmed glasses, making her look intellectual, elegant, and capable.
Upon arriving at the Mingji Trade Building, the two stepped out of the car. Han Muqing affectionately took Chen Feiyu's arm as they walked into the building together. Countless people stared, as if seeing something impossible.
Every employee in the Mingji Trade Building knew they had a stunning female president, and they all knew that the young master of the Xie Family was courting her. They had even secretly speculated that Han Muqing became president solely because of the Xie Family. Never in their wildest dreams did they expect the president to have a boyfriend, and that he certainly wasn't the young master of the Xie Family.
For a moment, all the employees who saw Chen Feiyu and Han Muqing walk in stood frozen in shock.
Chen Feiyu, never one to shy away from causing a scene, suddenly reached out and hugged Han Muqing's waist, joking, "Wife, how about dinner at your place tonight?"
"Stop it, there are so many people watching." Han Muqing rolled her eyes at him, but her cheeks flushed red, and her expression, mixed with shyness and joy, made it clear she had agreed.
The crowd was stunned, and many began to whisper. Just as the two were about to enter the elevator, a woman's voice drifted over from the reception desk.
"Tch, what a vixen. With that fox-like face, she seduced the Xie young master to become president, and now she's seducing some other pretty boy, cheating on the Xie young master. Hmph, when the young master returns, let's see how long she can stay on her high horse."
The voice was quiet, and because of the distance, Han Muqing didn't hear it. But Chen Feiyu's expression darkened instantly.
"Feiyu, what's wrong?" Han Muqing asked curiously.
Chen Feiyu didn't answer and pulled Han Muqing toward the reception desk. There were two women at the desk, both around twenty-one or twenty-two. Though they weren't as beautiful as Han Muqing, they were still above average in appearance.
Chen Feiyu walked up to one of them, his face gloomy, and said, "Apologize!"
Han Muqing looked on, curious. She knew Chen Feiyu never did anything without a reason.
Wang Yanhong, the receptionist who had been bad-mouthing Han Muqing, looked flustered. "What are you talking about? I don't understand."
Chen Feiyu said coldly, "Do you think I couldn't hear you bad-mouthing my wife? I said, apologize!"
Han Muqing's expression changed slightly, and she finally understood why Chen Feiyu was suddenly angry.
Wang Yanhong said defiantly, "You claim I was bad-mouthing someone, do you have any proof? Don't think that just because you're the president's boyfriend, you can slander people at will. Let's ask everyone to judge who's in the wrong!"
The crowd looked at Chen Feiyu and frowned, though they didn't dare criticize him openly out of respect for his status as the president's boyfriend.
"If you don't want people to know, don't do it. This is the last time I'll say it: apologize!" Chen Feiyu sneered.
Wang Yanhong said indignantly, "How can you be so unreasonable? I didn't say anything, why should I apologize?"
Suddenly, in front of everyone, Chen Feiyu slapped Wang Yanhong, sending her flying. The crowd gasped and began to criticize Chen Feiyu. Even Han Muqing was surprised, but she stood firmly on his side, glaring at the onlookers. Under the president's powerful presence, the crowd fell silent.
"You... how dare you hit me?" Wang Yanhong lay on the ground, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
Chen Feiyu sneered, "I don't like hitting women, but that assumes the person is actually a woman, not a 'green tea bitch' like you who bad-mouths others behind their backs!"
"How dare you insult me..." Wang Yanhong's eyes were filled with hatred. She threw caution to the wind and shrieked, "That's right! I did curse Han Muqing behind her back! What are you going to do about it? Do you think Han Muqing is so noble? She didn't become president until she seduced the young master of the Xie Family. I wasn't wrong!"
Han Muqing's expression hardened, her eyes full of frost. She knew people gossiped about her, but this was the first time it had been said to her face, and she was shaking with rage.
"Bitch!" Chen Feiyu didn't hold back, kicking Wang Yanhong in the stomach and sending her sprawling.
Wang Yanhong clutched her stomach and let out a painful scream. Han Muqing, though surprised, felt a sense of gratification. The crowd's expressions shifted, stunned by Chen Feiyu's ruthlessness.
Suddenly, a handsome young man walked in, saw the scene, and his expression changed. He hurried over to help Wang Yanhong up. "Honghong, how are you?"
"Li Junxiang, I’ve been hit! You have to take revenge for me!" Wang Yanhong stood up, glaring at Chen Feiyu and Han Muqing with hatred.
Seeing them holding hands, Li Junxiang felt a mix of shock, jealousy, and anger. He darkened his face and said, "Sir, as a man, hitting a woman in public is going a bit too far, don't you think? Apologize to me now, and perhaps I'll forgive you."
His name was Li Junxiang, the manager of the public relations department and Wang Yanhong's boyfriend. Most importantly, his father, Li Jianguo, was an old employee from when Xie Anxiang founded the building and had a close relationship with him. Because of this, everyone in the building gave him a modicum of respect.
Han Muqing whispered Li Junxiang’s background into Chen Feiyu’s ear.
Chen Feiyu wouldn't even give Xie Anxiang face, so what was some old Xie family employee to him? He flashed a look of contempt and sneered, "So she's your girlfriend? Then do me a favor and teach your girlfriend some manners before taking her out, otherwise, it's just your own reputation that's being ruined."
Li Junxiang's brows furrowed in anger. He turned his glare to Han Muqing. "President Han, as the company president, you’re condoning others hitting subordinates and insulting staff in your company? Careful, or I'll go complain to Elder Xie!"
Mentioning Elder Xie changed the atmosphere instantly. Everyone knew that while Han Muqing was the president, Xie Anxiang was the true power behind the curtain, and Li Junxiang's father was close to him. It looked like both Chen Feiyu and Han Muqing were in trouble. The crowd shook their heads, not betting on Chen Feiyu's survival.
To everyone's shock, Han Muqing didn't look worried at all. In fact, a mocking smile played on her lips.
Suddenly, Chen Feiyu stepped forward, and with a loud "smack," he delivered a heavy slap to Li Junxiang's face, followed by a kick that sent him to the ground. He landed several more blows, cursing, "Who the hell do you think you are, questioning my wife?"
Wang Yanhong screamed and lunged at Chen Feiyu, only to be kicked aside.
"Wife, these two are idiots. I think they have issues with both their brains and their characters. I don't think they should stay here anymore." After beating them to his satisfaction, Chen Feiyu turned to Han Muqing.
"Han Muqing, you wouldn't dare! Watch out, I'll tell my father!" Li Junxiang, having just struggled to his feet, turned pale with rage, heedless of his pain.
Han Muqing’s contempt was palpable. She said majestically, "My husband is right. Given the conduct of you and Wang Yanhong, I have decided to fire you both."
*Chapter 37: A Meeting*
They were actually fired!
The employees were in an uproar. Li Junxiang and Wang Yanhong looked at her in disbelief. Wang Yanhong cried out, "Han Muqing, I'm Junxiang's girlfriend; you have no right to fire me..."
Han Muqing’s face was cold as frost. She walked up to Wang Yanhong and slapped her across the face. "Please note: I am the president here, and all personnel matters are within my authority. Furthermore, you are no longer an employee. If you keep screaming at me, I’ll have security throw you out!"
Under Han Muqing's piercing gaze, Wang Yanhong lost her momentum and couldn't even look her in the eye.
"Han Muqing, you really won't give me any face?" Li Junxiang said angrily.
"Give you face? Let me be blunt: if it weren't for your father, who would you be? Now, both of you leave immediately, or I'm calling security." Han Muqing looked at them with utter disdain.
"You... fine. I'll remember this. Just don't come crying to me when you regret it!" Li Junxiang’s expression twisted. Being slapped in front of everyone had left him feeling utterly humiliated.
Chen Feiyu shook his head and laughed, saying dismissively, "A stray dog still thinks it can bark? Fine, remember this: my name is Chen Feiyu. I’d love to see what tricks you have to make us regret anything. Wife, let's go. No need to waste time on trash like this."
"Mhm." Han Muqing responded obediently, like a submissive wife.
The surrounding employees looked at Chen Feiyu with awe. Anyone who could fire Li Junxiang with a single word was not someone to be trifled with.
Chen Feiyu took Han Muqing's hand and turned toward the elevator. "Who doesn't talk about others behind their back, and who isn't talked about? It's human nature, and I can understand that. But that doesn't mean I have to endure it. Especially when it comes to malicious slander against my girlfriend—that crosses my bottom line. You cannot afford my wrath, so behave yourselves."
It was too domineering. Han Muqing felt enveloped by happiness, squeezing his hand and looking at him with a doting expression. The employees were stunned, their faces twisted into strange expressions.
*Chen Feiyu has no position in this company, just a boyfriend. How does he dare issue orders? Does he think Mingji Trade is his family home? President Han is usually so sharp; why is she letting him boss people around?*
But the female employees saw it differently. To "risk everything for the sake of a beauty"—such a domineering and handsome boyfriend was a dream come true. They looked at their retreating figures with envy and jealousy.
"Junxiang, I don't care! You must get revenge for today's humiliation. I want that bitch Han Muqing to kneel in front of me and apologize!" Wang Yanhong hissed.
"Shut up! I will get revenge, count on it." A glint of hatred shone in Li Junxiang's eyes.
As Chen Feiyu and Han Muqing entered the elevator and the doors were about to close, a girl’s anxious voice called out, "Wait, wait..."
A pretty girl rushed in. Upon seeing Han Muqing, she hurriedly said, "Good morning, President." Then she looked at Chen Feiyu in surprise. "Oh? Isn't this Mr. Chen? You're here too?"
Chen Feiyu laughed. "Oh, it's you. I remember, you're President Han's secretary, right?"
"Yes," Liu Qinqin said proudly.