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

Holy crap!

A gasp shattered the tranquility of the CEO's office.

That shout revealed the tremor in one's soul, the instinctive fear of a working person slacking off and getting caught by their boss.

Lu Li's hands were shaking like someone with late-stage Parkinson's disease.

The phone that had just been carrying a high-quality work of art—a close-up of Shen Weilan's white silk stockings and absolute territory—was now flying out of my hand in a perfect parabola.

The phone is spinning in the air.

jump.

It did not close its eyes.

The screen remained lit.

That enlarged, high-resolution close-up of a thigh bound in slightly fleshy white stockings brazenly displayed its presence.

"Clatter".

The phone landed on the ground.

impartial.

They glided right next to a pair of black high heels with red soles.

stop.

The screen is facing upwards.

It was like presenting a treasure to the owner of those high heels.

Lu Li felt his heart stop beating.

What the hell is this?

[It’s over. 】

Barbie is Q now.

This is difficult to explain.

Would she believe me if I told her I was studying human anatomy?

Would she believe me if I told her it was a virus pop-up?

Would she believe me if I told her my phone had been hacked and I was remotely monitoring the hacker's actions?

Lu Li remained in that stiff position, with both hands outstretched, trying to grab the phone back but failing miserably.

His eyes were filled with despair.

My gaze followed those shiny black high heels upwards.

ankle.

Slender and delicate, encased in black stockings as thin as cicada wings.

calves.

Straight, slender, with lines so smooth they seem to have been sculpted by the most skilled artisans.

knee.

thigh.

The hem of the pencil skirt.

A cinched waist.

A series of coughs...

Finally, they met a pair of eyes hidden behind gold-rimmed glasses, eyes that seemed to be both smiling and not smiling.

Su Feiyan remained silent.

She just stood there quietly, exuding an aura that said, "You're dead."

That aura was even more chilling than the air conditioning in an office.

She bent down slightly.

She reached out a slender, jade-like hand and picked up the phone from the ground.

The movements were graceful.

Slow and deliberate.

It's like picking up a fallen, withered leaf.

But Lu Li knew that it was his lifeline.

Su Feiyan held her phone, her eyes lowered.

My gaze fell on the screen.

That picture is still up.

Shen Weilan's masterpiece, a blend of innocence and allure, with her white-stockinged legs taking up two-thirds of the screen, was thus laid bare before the president of the Su Group.

Su Feiyan raised an eyebrow.

It's very mild.

【warn!warn! 】

The fuse is burning!

Su Feiyan swiped her finger across the screen, switching between images.

Don't scratch!

The one after that is even more explicit!

Those are private treasures that cannot be shown to outsiders!

really.

Su Feiyan paused for half a second.

A cold smile curled at the corner of her lips.

In that instant, Lu Li felt as if Satan was beckoning to him.

"Oh."

Su Feiyan finally spoke.

"You have good taste, Assistant Lu."

Lu Li shrank his neck.

"Mr. Su...President Su, please let me explain."

"This is a misunderstanding."

"It's really a misunderstanding."

"Actually, I was..."

"In criticism."

Lu Li's mind was racing.

"Yes! Criticize!"

"Today's college students are outrageous!"

"Instead of studying properly, you go to the library to take these kinds of photos!"

"The world is going to the dogs, and people's hearts have lost their traditional values!"

"I kept it as a negative example, to constantly remind myself that I must never be corrupted by such sugar-coated bullets!"

Lu Li spoke with righteous indignation.

If it weren't for his regretful gaze constantly glancing at his phone screen, his words might have had even a tiny bit of credibility.

Su Feiyan looked at his serious-looking nonsense.

I felt both angry and amused.

【criticism? 】

[I think you're practically drooling with criticism, aren't you?]

[Let's zoom in to see.]

They even wanted to count every single crease on someone's stockings.

Dead salted fish.

[Color embryo.]

Su Feiyan cursed inwardly.

But inexplicably, there was a hint of sourness mixed in with that anger.

White silk?

Is this the kind of vibe men like?

Su Feiyan glanced down at her business attire.

Capable.

mature.

She's the complete opposite of the innocent-looking, manipulative girl in the photo, dressed in a JK uniform.

She was unhappy.

Very upset.

This dissatisfaction wasn't just because Lu Li was slacking off at work by looking at beautiful women.

Furthermore, because...

This beautiful woman is Shen Weilan, her cousin who always tries to take things from her.

Su Feiyan tapped the screen a few times, but instead of handing the phone back to Lu Li, she tapped the voice input button on WeChat.

Lu Li's eyelids twitched.

"Mr. Su, what are you doing?"

"That's my privacy..."

Su Feiyan gave him a cold glance.

"Your privacy?"

"All your people are mine, what privacy do you have?"

Lu Li: "..."

That's too domineering!

This is blatant workplace manipulation!

But why don't I dare to resist?

[It must be because she's still holding onto that ten million, definitely not because her eyes are too scary right now.]

Su Feiyan held her phone close to her lips.

Her voice changed; it was no longer the cold, mocking tone from before, but instead carried a hint of allure.

"My cousin Weilan."

"If your legs ache, go for an amputation. The orthopedic doctors at the hospital are all quite skilled."

"Oh, and there's more."

"Your brother Lu is not free this Sunday."

"He wants to work overtime to be with me."

"after all……"

Su Feiyan paused, her gaze sweeping over Lu Li, her tone becoming meaningful.

"There are some acupoints that only he can press to feel comfortable."

Done.

Let go.

send.

The movements were completed in one smooth motion.

Lu Li was stunned.

Holy crap!

What does it mean that only I feel comfortable pressing certain acupoints?

[Mr. Su, are you making a suggestive joke?]

[And the car wheel even ran over Shen Weilan's face!]

Lu Li could almost see Shen Weilan's angry, distorted face on the other end of the phone.

It's too cruel.

This is the true meaning of killing someone by destroying their spirit.

Not only did she refuse the date, but she also asserted her dominance and even launched a psychological attack.

After sending the voice message, Su Feiyan did not stop.

Her fingers moved rapidly across the screen.

Select the photo.

delete.

Select the chat history.

delete.

Block.

The series of operations were performed smoothly and efficiently.

"No!"

Lu Li let out a wail in his heart.

My white stockings!

【My absolute territory!】

I haven't had time to upload it to the cloud yet!

That's a rare, out-of-print item!

That's art!

Lu Li's heart was bleeding, as if he were watching his wife find his secret stash of money and burn it on the spot.

pain.

It hurts so much!

After deleting everything that was in the way, Su Feiyan tossed the phone back to Lu Li with satisfaction.

"Smack."

My phone is on the table.

Lu Li quickly grabbed it and held it in his arms like he was protecting a frightened child.

I opened it and took a look.

Empty.

"Working hours".

Su Feiyan crossed her arms and looked down at him.

"Browse SeSe's pictures."

"Intentional misconduct."

"Dirty thoughts."

"This constitutes a serious violation of the company's employee code of conduct, as well as... the exclusive code of conduct for the president's assistant of the Su Group."

Lu Li opened his mouth.

"No, Mr. Su."

"How is this considered pornographic?"

"That's an artistic photograph!"

"Besides, when were those special rules introduced? How come I didn't know about them?"

Su Feiyan pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses.

A cold glint reflected from the lens.

"It just arrived."

"I made it up on the spot."

"Do you have a problem with that?"

Lu Li: "..."

No objections.

You're the boss, you call the shots.

Is this the true face of capitalists?

"Given the seriousness of the situation."

Su Feiyan held up two fingers.

"Deduct wages."

"two thousand."

Lu Li jumped up from his chair instantly.

"two thousand?!"

"Mr. Su, you're robbing me!"

"Two thousand for just two photos?"

"Going to a club and ordering... well, nothing that expensive should be this pricey, right?"

"Besides, I was doing it to relieve work stress!"

"To better serve you!"

Lu Li argued forcefully, saying that money was his lifeblood.

Two thousand yuan.

That's enough for him to eat so many meals of braised chicken and rice.

That's enough for him to buy soda so many times!

This is practically cutting his flesh!

Su Feiyan sneered, leaned forward slightly, and placed her hands on Lu Li's desk.

That exquisitely beautiful face slowly drew closer.

"Oh?"

Su Feiyan's gaze was fixed on Lu Li.

"So, do you think Shen Weilan's legs are worth two thousand?"

Lu Li swallowed hard, his eyes darting around.

"that……"

Actually...

"It's nothing special."

"It doesn't look as appetizing as KFC's chicken legs."

"Well...Mr. Su, if there's nothing else, I'll continue working hard."

Lu Li immediately sat up straight, opened the Excel spreadsheet, and pretended to type on the keyboard.

Su Feiyan's lips twitched.

This dead salty fish.

They'll make up any lie just to survive.

If Shen Weilan found out, she would probably be so angry that she would vomit blood on the spot.

The office returned to silence.

The only sounds were the tapping of the keyboard and the rustling of Su Feiyan flipping through documents.

But the atmosphere did not ease.

That low pressure was like the calm before a storm.

Lu Li kept his eyes glued to the computer screen, but he couldn't help but glance at it from the corner of his eye.

Su Feiyan is acting strangely today, very strangely.

She is usually aloof, but that's a businesslike aloofness.

Today's coldness is tempered by warmth.

She was angry, very angry.

Su Feiyan signed her name on the document with the pen in her hand.

The pen strokes penetrated the paper so hard that the tip even tore through it.

She was indeed harboring resentment.

When she saw those photos, her first reaction wasn't disgust or anger.

Rather, it was... jealousy.

Yes.

The president of the prestigious Su Group, a female tycoon with a net worth of hundreds of billions, is actually jealous of a little girl.

Jealous of her youth?

Jealous that she wears JK uniforms?

Jealous that she could act coquettishly towards Lu Li without any restraint and send those shameless photos?

That dead salty fish.

[They were so engrossed in watching it.]

My mouth is practically watering.

What's so attractive about white stockings?

That kind of childish dressing style only fools naive, inexperienced guys.

Could it be that I...?

Su Feiyan lowered her head subconsciously.

I glanced at my legs.

Underneath the black bodycon skirt.

It was a pair of long legs encased in extremely thin black stockings.

slim.

Straight.

Not an ounce of excess fat.

Because of years of practicing yoga and Pilates, her figure is much more beautiful than those young girls who only know how to diet.

These are what a woman's legs should look like.

Shen Weilan's kind of person is at most called a sausage.

But Lu Li, that blind man, was actually drooling over the sausages and completely ignoring the Manchu Han Imperial Feast in front of him.

Unforgivable, absolutely unforgivable.

This is not just an aesthetic issue.

This is a questioning of her charm as Su Feiyan.