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

"H-How could this be!"

Lu Li's survival instinct kicked in instantly, and he shook his head like a rattle-drum.

"President Su, you are as magnanimous as a prime minister! You are a walking embodiment of Guanyin! Forgiving, generous, and loving to the people like your own children..."

The flattery was deafening.

Unfortunately, it didn't hit the mark.

Su Feiyan didn't get angry; she just looked at him.

That's a butcher looking at pigs waiting to be slaughtered on a chopping board.

I'm thinking about where to cut the meat to make it more tender and flavorful.

She suddenly laughed.

A faint smile curved his lips, but his eyes held a desolate indifference.

Five minutes.

She put away the lighter.

The metal lid closed with a "click".

"Get dressed and come downstairs."

After saying that, she turned and left.

A burgundy silk robe swept across the doorway, bringing with it a gust of cold wind.

Something's not right.

Something's really wrong!

[If this woman were to explode in anger and yell at us, that would be fine, but she's so calm... she's holding back something big!]

Lu Li huddled at the head of the bed, wrapped in the quilt like a silkworm cocoon.

My head has already started automatically playing the execution background music from "Detective Conan".

He wondered how Su Feiyan would deal with him.

Is it to directly pour cement into the Huangpu River and sink it?

Or should it be made into a specimen and placed on the top floor of the Su Building as a warning sign for those who come after?

Or even more ruthless.

Cut it.

The physical sense.

Forget it, never mind.

[As long as I don't die on the spot, it's a victory!]

Lu Li scrambled off the bed, hastily throwing on a shirt and trousers, almost buttoning them up wrong.

Four minutes and fifty seconds.

He rushed downstairs.

……

Rolls-Royce Phantom.

back seat.

The soundproof partitions between the front and rear seats had been raised long ago, creating a desperately enclosed space.

Su Feiyan leaned back in the leather seat and closed her eyes to rest.

Her breathing was steady, and her face was cold and aloof.

Only the index finger that kept tapping its knee betrayed the owner's unsettled state of mind.

Lu Li huddled in the corner of the car door, wishing he could disappear into the gap between the doors.

This is so depressing.

The feeling of being cut with a dull knife is even more unpleasant than being stabbed directly.

"that……"

Lu Li swallowed hard, trying to break the suffocating silence.

"Mr. Su, look at the clouds today..."

Before she could finish speaking, Su Feiyan opened her eyes, her peach blossom eyes flashing with a chilling light.

"Shut up."

"Shin-chan..."

Lu Li shut up and made a zipping motion over his mouth.

Just don't throw me off...

……

Su Group Building.

The air pressure is terribly low today.

From the receptionist to the security guard, everyone was on edge, barely daring to breathe.

Even the money tree in the hall seemed to have wilted a bit.

Because everyone has noticed one thing—

Today, President Su is in tyrant mode.

If a dog passing by the company gate dares to bark, it'll probably get slapped twice.

The morning meeting was in progress in the top-floor conference room—the atmosphere was as somber as a funeral.

"Is this the report your finance department produced?"

Su Feiyan slammed a document on the table.

The CFO trembled with fear.

Why is the font after the decimal point SimSun instead of the Microsoft YaHei font I requested?

"Redo it."

"Or do you want to go to the African branch and count elephants?"

The CFO was sweating profusely.

"Yes...yes! Mr. Su, I'll change it right away!"

Immediately afterwards, the focus shifted to the marketing department.

"Manager Zhang."

Su Feiyan leaned back in her chair, her fingertips lightly tapping the table.

"If you think the company's morning meetings are your fashion show, then you might as well go to Milan."

"This floral tie."

"It's really ugly."

"Go stand in the corner. Don't move until the meeting is over."

The marketing manager, who was over forty years old, blushed but didn't dare to utter a word. He obediently walked to the corner and faced the wall to reflect on his mistakes.

This is indiscriminate firepower coverage.

All the executives in the conference room had their heads down, wishing they could bury their heads in their pants, fearing they would be the next ones to suffer.

Lu Li stood in the corner.

Holding a notebook, he pretended to be taking meeting notes.

Actually, he was drawing a turtle.

[Tsk tsk tsk, Old Zhang's tie is really flashy.]

Thankfully, I dressed quite simply today.

[As long as I shrink small enough, the storm won't get me wet...]

Just as he was secretly rejoicing.

A cold gaze swept across the long conference table.

He's been identified.

Lu Li's pen trembled, and the ink smeared onto the paper, leaving a black stain.

All twenty-odd senior executives in the room followed President Su's gaze and looked at Lu Li in unison.

Su Feiyan didn't speak, she just looked at him quietly.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable, with a half-smile.

Lu Li felt a chill run down his spine.

Why are you looking at me?

I didn't wear a floral tie! And I didn't use the wrong font!

I've even muted my breathing!

[My dear wife! Please have mercy! I'm just an innocent bystander!]

Upon hearing those four words...

"My dear wife".

Su Feiyan's originally cold and hard lips curled up slightly.

Oh.

That bastard, he knows how to call me that.

Now that you know who I am, you still dare to let other women into your bed?

She looked away and tapped her knuckles lightly on the table twice.

Meeting adjourned.

Everyone felt as if they had been granted a pardon and fled in panic.

……

Lu Li spent the rest of the day in this excruciating fear.

Su Feiyan stopped scolding him, didn't assign him any weird tasks, and didn't even bother him with the usual difficult behavior.

She simply ignored him completely.

Or, it could be a lifeless office supply.

3 PM.

Lu Li watched as Su Feiyan rubbed her neck, seemingly a little tired.

As a qualified lackey with "master-level massage skills", Lu Li felt that this was a good opportunity to break the deadlock.

He rubbed his hands together, a fawning smile spreading across his face, and moved closer.

"Mr. Su, are you tired?"

"Um... how about I give you a massage?"

"I've recently developed a new finger technique specifically for relieving neck discomfort, guaranteed to make you feel like you're floating on air..."

As he spoke, he reached out and touched Su Feiyan's shoulder.

Just when her fingertips were a centimeter away from her silk shirt.

"Take it away."

Two cold, impersonal words.

There were no ups and downs.

Lu Li's hand froze in mid-air.

Neither advancing nor retreating is an option.

Su Feiyan didn't even look up, still staring at the documents in her hand.

He simply said:

"Dirty hands."

"Don't touch me."

Lu Li felt like he was cracking, not physically, but mentally.

[Dirty?]

I washed my hands! I used Safeguard soap three times!

Is this the prelude to being completely sidelined?

[Oh no, I've fallen out of favor. How am I supposed to live from now on?]

Su Feiyan turned a page of the document, listening to someone's heartbreaking words, a smile flashing in her eyes.

Don't let him touch it.

It's about making him anxious.

Let him know that there are some bottom lines that cannot be crossed.

As for that "dirty".

Naturally, it was because Shen Weilan had touched him that morning.

……

Nine o'clock in the evening.

Cloud Top Villa.

Upon entering.

Su Feiyan was changing her shoes in the entryway.

She kicked off her high heels, and her jade-like feet, encased in black stockings, stepped onto the wool carpet.

Lu Li followed behind like a wronged little wife.

He planned to sneak back to his room and hide there.

"stop."

Su Feiyan's voice rang out from ahead.

She had her back to Lu Li and was untying the hair tie in her long hair.

Her long, flowing black hair cascaded down, obscuring her slender swan neck.

"Mr. Su?"

Lu Li called out cautiously.

Su Feiyan did not turn around.

She turned her head slightly, glancing at the trembling man behind her out of the corner of her eye.

Her red lips parted slightly.

"Go take a shower."

"Wash it clean."

"Wash away all those unpleasant smells from your body."

She paused.

Like the whispers of a demon.

"10 PM."

"Come to my room on time."

"One minute late..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but Lu Li knew the consequences.

She walked barefoot up the stairs, leaving Lu Li with only her back to her.