What are you doing, Mr. President? I'm just an extra!

Ye Fan bent over.

It could even be said that it broke off.

That curve was so precise, it looked like it had been measured with a ruler. It was a ninety-degree bow, and his head almost hit his knee.

"sorry."

The voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, dry, hoarse, and with an indescribable sense of frustration.

"It's my fault for getting your clothes dirty."

As he said this, Ye Fan's ten toes were gripping the ground tightly inside his flip-flops.

The force was so great that it would probably carve a three-bedroom, one-living-room space out of the hotel's marble floor.

He silently recited the "Heart-Cleansing Mantra" three times in his mind.

【Tolerate!】

A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan!

The Zhao family... Heh, what a Zhao family!

When my 100,000 warriors from the Dragon King's Palace return, I will surely wipe out the entire Zhao family!

The humiliation of today's slap will be repaid a hundredfold in the future!

You have already chosen your path to death!

Lu Li sat on the sofa, munching on a macaron while watching the resentment emanating from Ye Fan's head, almost choking on it.

Goodness!

Are these the legendary Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?

[How could you tolerate being slapped until your face was a pig's head?]

[This script isn't right. According to the usual tropes, shouldn't the order be given at this point, and 100,000 retired war gods rush in to trim Young Master Zhao's eyebrows?]

This Dragon King is truly going all out; he's even abandoned all pretense of decency.

[I admire you, you're a tough one.]

Su Feiyan couldn't help but smile as she listened to Lu Li's thoughts, but quickly covered her face with her cup.

She looked at the humble, bowing figure, her eyes filled with no sympathy, only indifference.

So this is the man who claimed he would ruin his reputation?

That's it?

Zhao Tianyu clearly had no intention of letting the matter rest.

He's furious right now, and he has nowhere to vent his anger.

The waiter admitted defeat too quickly, leaving him with a feeling of powerlessness, like punching cotton.

"Is a simple 'sorry' all it takes?"

Zhao Tianyu tugged at the collar of his suit jacket, which was still dripping with red wine, his face full of disgust.

"Do you know who designed this outfit of mine?"

"You couldn't afford to pay for it even if you sold those two kidneys!"

He got angrier and angrier as he spoke, and raised his foot to kick again.

The hotel manager, who was standing nearby, came running over as fast as he could.

That slap was so loud it nearly scared the manager out of his wits.

This is Young Master Zhao, the second young master of Zhao's Real Estate. If something really happens to him, he can forget about being the manager.

"Young Master Zhao! Young Master Zhao, please calm down!"

The manager, sweating profusely, stood in the middle, bowing and scraping.

"It's our fault. Our training was inadequate, allowing this ignorant thing to offend you."

"Go change your clothes first. I'll definitely give you a satisfactory explanation for what happened to this kid!"

Zhao Tianyu withdrew his foot, which was halfway through the kick.

He glared fiercely at Ye Fan.

"Drag him out of here!"

"Beat them to death!"

"Break his legs and throw him out, so he doesn't get in my way in Jianghai City!"

The manager dared not refuse and quickly waved over several burly security guards.

"What are you all standing there for? Didn't you hear what Young Master Zhao said?"

"Drag it away!"

Several security guards rushed forward.

Like grabbing a chick, they grabbed Ye Fan's arm and dragged him outside.

Ye Fan did not resist.

He let the security guards grab him roughly, his head hanging low, his long bangs covering his eyes.

No one could see the red light that was about to burst forth from the depths of his eyes.

As I passed by Lu Li.

Ye Fan raised his head slightly.

Those bloodshot eyes stared intently at Lu Li for a moment.

If looks could kill, Lu Li would probably be torn to pieces by now.

Lu Li got goosebumps from being stared at.

He subconsciously shrank closer to Su Feiyan.

"President Su, look at the way he looks at me."

"That's scary."

"Are you trying to extort money from me?"

"I was just kindly pointing out that the guy's wig had fallen off, who knew this waiter would have such a bad attitude."

Su Feiyan glanced at him.

"Kindness?"

She put down her water glass, leaned forward slightly, and whispered in Lu Li's ear.

A faint, cool fragrance wafted into Lu Li's nose.

"That kick just now was pretty fast."

The sound was very soft.

Only two people can hear it.

Lu Li's heart skipped a beat.

Holy crap?!

[Were you seen?]

"That's impossible! That's the 'Shadowless Kick,' I've trained in it!"

[This female demon has such a sharp eye!]

He was panicking inside, but his face remained as calm as a rock.

Lu Li blinked twice, looking completely innocent.

"What are you saying, Mr. Su?"

"What foot?"

You knew I have athlete's foot?

Su Feiyan: "..."

She rolled her eyes at Lu Li and sat up straight, looking annoyed.

"If you have athlete's foot, I'll saw off both your legs tomorrow."

Lu Li shrank his neck.

That's too brutal.

[Is it appropriate for a proper CEO to threaten to amputate his leg at the drop of a hat?]

Thank goodness, it seems they're not planning to pursue this further.

Hehe, that tripping just now felt so good!

[It makes you want to drug them, it makes you want to play dirty tricks.]

Serves you right!

Hearing that smug sentiment, Su Feiyan's smile deepened.

She did see it, but she didn't stop it.

Because she also thought the guy who tried to drug her was disgusting.

Lu Li's actions didn't make her feel it was excessive; on the contrary...

That felt somewhat satisfying.

I even found his mischievous side kind of cute.

A commotion broke out at the doorway.

Ye Fan was dragged out of the banquet hall by several security guards like a dead dog.

Faintly, one could hear several muffled sounds of punches and kicks coming from outside, along with the manager's cursing.

The banquet hall quickly returned to calm.

The waiter quickly cleaned up the broken glass and wine stains on the floor, and the band resumed playing their soothing waltz, as if the farce had never happened.

These elites of high society were already used to such little incidents.

Who cares whether a waiter lives or dies?

"Are you full?"

Su Feiyan suddenly spoke.

Lu Li glanced at the dessert tart on the table, which he had half-eaten, and let out a burp.

"That's about it."

"Alright then."

Su Feiyan stood up and straightened her skirt.

The black fishtail dress clung to her curves, outlining a breathtaking arc.

She extended a hand to Lu Li.

Fair-skinned, long, with neatly trimmed, rounded nails that had a pinkish tinge.

"Dance with me."

Lu Li was stunned.

He looked at the hand, then at Su Feiyan.

"Dance?"

"Mr. Su, this isn't within my scope of business, is it?"

"and……"

Lu Li scratched his head, embarrassed, and said:

"I can't dance either."

"Back in school, all I knew how to do was calisthenics, and I was best at chest expansion exercises."

Su Feiyan didn't speak.

He simply extended his hand forward a little further.

The meaning is clear: Don't jump? You'll get your pay docked.

Lu Li understood instantly.

He sighed inwardly.

The evil capitalists.

[I'll risk it all for that ten million in pocket money!]

He reached out and grasped that soft hand.

It's cool.

It felt like holding a piece of fine mutton fat jade.

Su Feiyan grabbed his fingers with her other hand and pulled them slightly.

Lu Li was then led into the dance floor by her.

The people around hadn't dispersed yet, and seeing this scene, they all cast curious glances.

Lu Li's Versailles-style maneuver just now had already made him the focus of the entire audience.

Now, I've been personally invited to dance by the president of the Su Group.

Many men's gazes towards Lu Li have changed.

It was envy, it was jealousy, and it was a fanatical desire to take their place.

"Where should I put my hands?"

Su Feiyan reminded her in a low voice.

Lu Li then realized that his hand was frozen in mid-air, not knowing where to put it.

"Put it on your waist."

Su Feiyan's voice was filled with helplessness.

Lu Li swallowed.

"You're the one who told me to put this down."

It's not that I want to take advantage.

This is for work purposes, purely for work purposes.

He carefully placed his palm on Su Feiyan's lower back.

Even through a layer of fabric.

You can also feel its amazing elasticity.

There was also that warm touch, which burned all the way from his palm to Lu Li's heart.

Su Feiyan's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

But I quickly relaxed.

She placed her other hand on Lu Li's shoulder and leaned her body slightly closer.

"Follow my lead."

"Left foot back, right heel."

Don't step on my shoes.

"If you dare to step on my shoes, you're finished."

Lu Li had a bitter face.

"President Su, your demands are too high."

"My foot has a mind of its own; it won't listen to me."

That being said...

But as the music flowed, Lu Li gradually caught up with the rhythm.

Or perhaps Su Feiyan was too good at guiding him; every move she made perfectly guided Lu Li, so he didn't have to think about what to do next.

The two were very close together.

Their breaths mingled together.

An ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.

[This female demon... isn't so scary after all.]

[Looking at it this close, her skin is amazing; there aren't even any pores.]

[That waist is amazing, so flexible it's like it has no bones.]

[If only we could keep holding each other like this forever... cough cough, stop, stop!]

【Lu Li, wake up!】

This is a villainous female supporting character who can kill you!

[If you keep thinking about this, something bad will happen!]

As Su Feiyan listened to his thoughts, she lowered her eyelids, concealing the faint light in her eyes.

This guy.

but……

Su Feiyan felt the warmth of the large hand around her waist.

I don't dislike it.

There was even a long-lost sense of security.

This feeling is strange.

Having fought in the business world for so many years, she has become accustomed to deceit and treachery, and has long since armed herself like a hedgehog.

She trusts no one except those who are interested in her own interests.

But now.

She actually felt relaxed in the arms of this talkative assistant.

"Focus."

Su Feiyan noticed that Lu Li's gaze kept sliding down, and couldn't help but pinch the back of his hand.

"Ouch!"

Lu Li let out an exaggerated shout.

"Mr. Su, it hurts!"

"Is this murdering her husband?"

Su Feiyan glared at him.

"Say it again?"

"Uh... slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue."

Lu Li quickly admitted defeat.

"I mean murdering your...confidant! I was your most trusted confidant!"

"Glib-tongued."

Su Feiyan gave a soft snort, but did not let go. Instead, she leaned her head slightly towards Lu Li.

The lights in the dance floor dimmed, leaving only a spotlight shining on them.

At that moment, it was as if the whole world had fallen silent, leaving only the sound of each other's heartbeats.

The song ended.

Lu Li miraculously avoided stepping on Su Feiyan's foot even once.

Although his back was covered in sweat and he was more tired than if he had been carrying bricks, Lu Li felt that this was worthwhile when he saw Su Feiyan's slightly flushed cheeks.

It was worth it.

Being able to dance with a goddess of this caliber is something to brag about for the rest of my life.

I'd accept it even if I got fired tomorrow.

Su Feiyan released her grip and took a step back.

The warm touch disappeared, and I felt a little empty inside.

She quickly suppressed this strange emotion and resumed her cold, aloof CEO demeanor.

"Let's go."

"Where to go next?"

Lu Li asked.

"go home."

Su Feiyan turned around and walked out in her high heels.

"The show's over, time to go back and settle the score."

Lu Li's heart skipped a beat.

[Settling accounts?]

What accounts are we set up?

[I behaved so well today, why should I be held accountable?]

Is this what they call "discarding a donkey after it has served its purpose"?

The two walked out of the hotel.

The evening breeze in early autumn was slightly cool.

Old Zhang had already parked his Maybach at the door.

Just as Lu Li was about to get into the car, he suddenly saw a dark, lumpy thing lying next to the flower bed by the roadside.

Upon closer inspection, lo and behold, isn't that Ye Fan?

At this moment, the Dragon King was in a truly pitiful state.

His waiter uniform had been torn to shreds, and his face was bruised and swollen like a steamed bun.

The hat that covered her face had long since flown away and was nowhere to be found.

The worst part is...

Of his signature flip-flops, only one was still hanging on his foot; the other was probably kept by security as a trophy.

He just huddled there in the shadows by the roadside.

It must have landed right next to the trash can when it was thrown out.

Hearing footsteps, Ye Fan moved.

He struggled to lift his head, his eyes, swollen to slits, opened wide, meeting Lu Li's ambiguous, half-smiling gaze.

And then there's Su Feiyan's condescending gaze.

The Maybach's headlights shone on his face, clearly illuminating his disheveled state.

Lu Li almost burst out laughing.

【puff--】

Is this the legendary Dragon King?

Is this the man who's going to conquer Su Feiyan tonight?

This design is quite unique.

[If you didn't know better, you'd think he was a homeless person.]

Su Feiyan glanced at Ye Fan once before looking away.

She opened the car door and got in.

"Get in the car."

Lu Li quickly got into the car.

The instant the car door closed.

Lu Li glanced at Ye Fan one last time through the car window; Ye Fan was staring intently at the car.

His lips were moving, but no sound could be heard. However, judging from the shape of his mouth, Lu Li could roughly guess what he was saying.

It's nothing more than those few sentences.

"Never underestimate a young man's potential."

"Thirty years east of the river."

"Just you wait."

Lu Li shrugged.

[Screw you!]

[Even after being beaten like this, he's still dreaming.]

This child is beyond saving.

The Maybach started slowly and sped away, leaving Ye Fan with only exhaust fumes.

Ye Fan lay on the ground, watching the red taillights disappear into the distance. His fingernails dug deep into the soil, and blood mixed with the dirt, staining his fingers red.

"Su Feiyan..."

"Lu Li..."

"Zhao Tianyu..."

A beastly growl escaped his throat.

"you……"

"They all have to die!!!"

A gust of wind blew by.

A newspaper, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, was slapped onto his face.

That perfectly covered the mouth that was about to utter more harsh words.

The world is quiet now.