Who would still start a business seriously after being reborn?

Chapter 635 What do you want to do?

The moment Rao Yuan asked that question, the air seemed to freeze.

Lin Yongxing immediately moved even further away.

Cheng Yi didn't respond immediately. He just looked at her, his gaze different from usual. Gone was his boss-like demeanor; it was as if he were reassessing her from head to toe.

He didn't say anything, he just kept staring at Rao Yuan, which made Rao Yuan feel a little uneasy.

Rao Yuan's hard-won courage gradually disappeared. She was somewhat afraid to look Cheng Yi in the eye and wished she could swallow back what she had just said.

"You've got some nerve," Cheng Yi finally spoke, his voice a little hoarse and tinged with the effects of alcohol.

“I…” Rao Yuan immediately became nervous.

Cheng Yi walked up to Rao Yuan and lifted her chin with his hand.

Her years as a celebrity have made Rao Yuan more refined and charming, less naive and more mature.

Rao Yuan's bright pink lip gloss looked especially alluring under the streetlights.

Cheng Yi had never seen Rao Yuan up close before. Now that he observed her like this, he realized that she was truly a stunning beauty. No wonder her fans were so crazy about her.

His gaze swept downwards, taking in Rao Yuan's entire figure.

As he looked at it, a burning sensation rose in his lower abdomen.

He knew that he could have this woman tonight if he just beckoned her.

Because her city walls were already covered with white flags, she would surrender if he attacked.

but……

“Lover?” Cheng Yi repeated the word, looked at Rao Yuan’s somewhat flustered and delicate face, shook his head and said, “You’re so beautiful, how come you don’t have a brain?”

Cheng Yi's words were sharp, making Rao Yuan's face turn pale instantly.

"Do you know how much effort the company put into promoting you? And all you want is to be my mistress? What are you thinking?"

Rao Yuan's face flushed red instantly.

Cheng Yi casually pointed around and said, "Any woman around me can be my mistress, but not you. The word 'mistress' is like handing the media a knife, a sharpened one at that. Are you trying to get too close to me now because you think your career is going too smoothly?"

Cheng Yi's words were very blunt, making Rao Yuan's face burn with embarrassment.

“Microsoft’s corporate espionage is now ubiquitous.” Cheng Yi took out his cigarette case, knocked out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and said, “How long can you keep this secret from me? If the media controlled by Microsoft exposes it, it doesn’t matter if your career is ruined, I can support you, but how will Momo Group’s reputation be restored? You have too many fans.”

"Just be your national goddess." He stroked Rao Yuan's delicate face and said, "You are now the pillar of our group. I'm counting on you to become an international superstar and lead our Momo Group to the world."

A smile appeared on Cheng Yi's face as he said, "Actually, you understand. From the moment the Momo Girls Group was established, it has been tied to the Momo Group. Therefore, I will not allow you to have the slightest stain on your record, because your stain is the stain on the group."

Rao Yuan looked up at Cheng Yi and asked, "Then...did you ever have even a hint of affection for me?"

"Of course there is." Cheng Yi laughed. "It's not just a little bit of liking. If I weren't the president of Momo Group and you weren't a big star, we might actually have a relationship."

Hearing Cheng Yi speak so crudely, Rao Yuan's cheeks flushed.

She lowered her head and asked, "So, that's why you let rumors about me being your lover spread throughout the company?"

"No, that's not it." Cheng Yi shook his head and said, "I let these rumors go because they are baseless and the media can't find any grounds for them to attack. Also, with these rumors circulating, no one in the entertainment industry will dare to touch you. I remember these rumors were saying that all three of you are my lovers, right?"

Rao Yuan raised her head, glared at Cheng Yi with a hint of anger, and snorted, "Did you make up these rumors?"

"If I hadn't made it up, who in Momo Group do you think would dare to spread such rumors?" Cheng Yi answered frankly.

Rao Yuan's anger gradually disappeared, and she sighed inwardly.

She now understood what Cheng Yi meant.

With those rumors circulating, even if the girls wanted to find boyfriends, probably none of them would dare to agree.

Moreover, given Cheng Yi's ruthless methods, anyone who gets close to them will likely suffer a terrible fate.

Rao Yuan suddenly remembered that last year, a rich young man had harassed Tang Guo backstage at a concert after drinking. Less than a month later, after returning from a trip to Thailand, this young man turned into a delicate and sweet young lady.

It must have been him.

At that moment, all the details in Rao Yuan's mind came together.

As Cheng Yi said, the three of them are completely tied to Momo Group, so they are essentially Momo Group's private property. Any scandals involving them could potentially affect Momo Group's reputation.

Rao Yuan thought for a moment, then mustered her courage and asked, "If, I mean if, I reach the point where I can retire from the entertainment industry, would you agree to what I just said?"

"Of course I will," Cheng Yi said. "I'll buy you three apartments in the prestigious Ming Shi Hao Ting complex. I'll learn from those successful CEOs and keep my mistress in a golden cage. I'll be at your place in the morning, at Tang Guo's in the afternoon, and at..."

Ming Shi Hao Ting is the most famous mistress community in Jingzhou City, where everyone who comes and goes is a BMW MINI.

"Tch! Shameless!" She stomped her foot angrily, turned around and walked away quickly, as if in a fit of pique.

As he watched her pert buttocks sway and disappear from his sight, Cheng Yi felt his lower abdomen burning even hotter.

What a little devil!

However, the physical training at Momo's talent agency is truly professional. Look at the training they did for Rao Yuan—curvy and alluring, it makes you want to…

When we have time, we need to invite those posture instructors to give Lin Qingyin and Zhang Lingyu a training session.

Watching Rao Yuan's figure disappear, Cheng Yi couldn't help but curse under his breath: "Damn it, I'm just too damn upright. I let go of the duck that was already in my hands."

Cheng Yi turned and glanced at Lin Yongxing, then asked, "Am I upright?"

"Truly upright," Lin Yongxing affirmed.

"Hmm, you have the best eye." Cheng Yi threw away his cigarette butt, stubbed it out, and said, "Drive to Ziwei Residence."

"Now?" Lin Yongxing was taken aback, then quickly replied, "Okay, okay."

Ziwei Residence is a high-end villa area developed by Momo Group.

Located at the foot of the mountain behind Handong University.

Executives like Du Yusheng, Huang Wenrong, and Zhang Lingyu all live in Ziwei Residence.

Lin Yongxing knew Cheng Yi too well. If he went to Ziwei Residence at this time, he must be there to discuss work with General Manager Zhang Lingyu.

We used to talk once a week, but now we talk twice a week.

Cheng Yi got into the car, and Lin Yongxing drove smoothly out of the park, heading towards Ziwei Residence.

Outside the car window, the night view of Jingzhou flashed by, and the neon lights flickered on Cheng Yi's face.

He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, but images of Rao Yuan's watery, almond-shaped eyes and Zhang Lingyu's fiery figure flashed through his mind.

The burning sensation in my lower abdomen not only didn't subside, but actually intensified.

That's the downside of having such a young body. It's easy to lose control.

He took out his phone, found Zhang Lingyu's number, and dialed it directly.

The phone rang a few times before being answered, and Zhang Lingyu's slightly languid voice came from the other end: "Master, is something the matter?"

Cheng Yi asked directly, "Are you home?"

"Yes, I just got back and took a shower. What do you want to do?" Zhang Lingyu asked.

"think."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Zhang Lingyu's undisguised giggles: "Master, which little vixen has you been flirting with? Why are you so angry?"

"No, I just missed you," Cheng Yi said, his tone unchanged.

"Tsk, who would believe that?" Zhang Lingyu chuckled.

The car quickly drove into the tranquil Ziwei Residence and stopped in front of a beautiful stacked villa.

Cheng Yi got out of the car and entered the gate of the courtyard with ease, entering the password as if he knew the way.

Zhang Lingyu's residence is a three- or four-story villa, with the courtyard located at the back of the building, making it relatively secluded.

Zhang Lingyu likes rooftops, so the rooftop of the villa she chose is the largest.

Cheng Yi swiped his access card and took the elevator directly to the living room.

The master bedroom door was slightly ajar, letting in a somewhat ambiguous pink light.

As Cheng Yi pushed open the door, a refreshing scent of shower gel mixed with Zhang Lingyu's distinctive body powder wafted towards him.

Zhang Lingyu was leaning against the small bar counter in the bedroom, swirling a glass of red wine in her hand.

Having just taken a bath, she wore a silk, dark green slip dress that made her skin appear even whiter.

The smooth fabric of the nightgown perfectly accentuated her voluptuous and alluring figure, with a high, firm bust, a slender waist, and full, powerful hips and legs—the result of long-term combat training.

Her wet, curly hair was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few strands clinging to her slender neck and collarbone. Her eyes held a smile and a hint of wildness, like a little wildcat waiting to hunt.

"Master, you've come quite quickly." She looked Cheng Yi up and down, her gaze lingering deliberately on a certain part of his lower body, and smiled meaningfully: "It seems you're quite hot-tempered."

Cheng Yi didn't reply. He locked the door behind him, took off his coat and threw it on the sofa, and walked towards her.

As he approached, Zhang Lingyu didn't flinch; instead, she went to meet him. She poked his chest and giggled, "Tell me, which little vixen has provoked our CEO again? Wait, let me guess, is it someone from the celebration banquet earlier..."

She deliberately drew out her words and chuckled, "...that little starlet with those captivating, almond-shaped eyes?"

Cheng Yi grabbed her mischievous hand, and with his other hand he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her tightly into his embrace. He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Why are you talking so much?"

"Oh, just asking... um..." Zhang Lingyu's words were quickly cut off.

[Due to space limitations, 18000 words have been omitted here.]

After the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped, an ambiguous atmosphere filled the room.

Zhang Lingyu lay sprawled on the soft bed, her body drenched in fragrant sweat, like a fish out of water, her chest still rising and falling slightly.

She was panting, turned her head to look at Cheng Yi lighting a cigarette beside her, and couldn't help but raise her fair little foot to gently kick him, saying, "Master, what's wrong with you tonight? Why are you so fierce?"

Cheng Yi exhaled a smoke ring, his profile slightly blurred by the smoke. His tone carried a hint of post-coital languor as he said, "What? Not fierce before?"

“You’ve been fierce before, but you’re even fiercer tonight!” Zhang Lingyu chuckled as she climbed up to Cheng Yi, resting her head on his lap, gazing up at his sharply defined face.

Zhang Lingyu traced circles on Cheng Yi's abs with her fingers, a hint of teasing in her eyes, and said with a coquettish laugh, "You must have something on your mind. Let me guess... Did that little beauty come knocking on your door today?"

"Are you a fortune teller?" Cheng Yi glared at Zhang Lingyu.

"I guessed right?" Zhang Lingyu asked in surprise, "Really? That little star really went to see you?"

"Don't call him a minor celebrity; he's a superstar," Cheng Yi said.

"What kind of superstar? Even Andy Lau would call me Sister Yu, wouldn't he?" Zhang Lingyu said with a smile. "Then let me guess again, you must really like her, but you're afraid of rumors, so you have to put on a show of remaining unmoved, right?"

Cheng Yi flicked his cigarette ash, neither admitting nor denying it, but simply snorted, "You talk too much."

Seeing his reaction, Zhang Lingyu burst into laughter, her full breasts heaving as she said, "You really guessed right? Well done, Master, you really can remain unmoved by such a sight!"

She changed the subject, her fingers wandering downwards, and said with a coquettish laugh, "But since you're taking your anger out on me, shouldn't I ask that pretty girl for some compensation for emotional distress?"

Cheng Yi slapped her hand away and said, "Stop it, I'm tired, I'm going to sleep."

He stubbed out his cigarette, lay back down, and pulled Zhang Lingyu into his arms; her skin felt smooth and warm.

Zhang Lingyu found a comfortable position in his arms and muttered, "Tch, like a used tool that's discarded... He'll sleep after he's done with it..."

She rested her chin on her hand, gazing at Cheng Yi lying with his eyes closed, her eyes filled with tenderness.

She liked watching Cheng Yi fall asleep quietly like this.

Soon after, Cheng Yi's even breathing could be heard in the bedroom.

The morning sunlight streamed through the large French windows, falling on the bed and waking Cheng Yi.

He opened his eyes, the slight headache from the hangover still lingering, but what was clearer was a languid sense of satisfaction after the body had released its pent-up energy.

Thinking about what happened last night, he felt a slight pang of guilt.

He rarely experiences this kind of emotion.

Although his relationship with Zhang Lingyu was based on a tacit understanding of mutual benefit from the beginning, as their understanding deepened, the original mutual benefit was no longer as pure as it had been.

Cheng Yi even developed a slight dependence on Zhang Lingyu's presence.

The words of our ancestors are based on fact.

Love can really grow over time.

However, he did come here last night with the anger that had been stirred up by Rao Yuan, which was more like a venting of frustration than pure lovemaking.

Cheng Yi scratched his head, put on his pajama bottoms, and walked out of the bedroom shirtless. His well-defined muscles still bore a few shallow scratch marks, as if they were proof of the intense battle that had taken place the night before.

In the kitchen, there was the sizzling sound of oil and Zhang Lingyu humming a little tune.

He walked over and leaned against the kitchen door frame.

Zhang Lingyu was facing away from him, wearing his oversized white shirt, the hem of which just covered her hips, revealing a pair of straight and slender legs.

As she flipped the fried eggs in the pan with chopsticks, she swayed her body gently to the upbeat music playing on her phone, humming an off-key tune.

The sunlight outlined her figure, and this lively scene added a unique warmth and tranquility to the atmosphere.

(End of this chapter)