From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

Fengshan slammed the door and left the office after less than ten minutes, his footsteps echoing in the corridor.

The door closed, Feng Qianyi tossed the crumpled document in her hand back onto the table, and rubbed her temples.

Are you free at noon?

Lu Yunzhou was about to get up, but upon hearing this, he sat back down: "What is it?"

"My grandma is being discharged from the hospital today, and she specifically asked you to come. She said you absolutely have to have a meal with her."

Feng Qianyi looked up at him. "When we get there, you know what you should and shouldn't say, right?"

"President Feng, you can rest assured."

Lu Yunzhou patted his chest and said, "I guarantee the old lady will be happy with her meal, and I won't say a word more."

Feng Qianyi didn't give any more instructions, and picked up a tender document on the table again, flipping through a couple of pages.

Lu Yunzhou didn't leave; he leaned back on the sofa and casually flipped through a business magazine.

Feng Qianyi glanced over out of the corner of her eye, and her pen paused.

"What are you still standing there for?"

"I'll wait for you to come with me."

There are still two hours until noon.

Feng Qianyi frowned slightly, glanced down at the document and wrote a note, then spoke again after a few seconds, "The entertainment city project is the same as the one in the eastern suburbs. After the contractor terminated the contract, no one dared to take it on. It's been listed for half a month, and not a single person has even inquired about the price."

Lu Yunzhou closed the magazine and leaned back on the sofa.

"Wang Daqiang has someone backing him up in the eastern suburbs, and the contractors at the entertainment center are all playing dead. Putting these two things together," he said, drawing a circle in the air with his finger, "they're both pointing in the same direction."

Feng Qianyi put down her pen and looked at him.

"There's someone within the group holding you hostage. And they're in a pretty high position."

Feng Qianyi stared at him for three or four seconds, then crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair.

"You see things quite clearly."

"I just said it offhand, but Ms. Feng knows it better than I do."

Lu Yunzhou shrugged.

"You may know it all," Feng Qianyi said, lowering her voice slightly, "but this is a very complicated situation. You're just someone on a contractual salary; when your contract expires, you should just leave. What are you trying to gain by getting involved?"

These words made Lu Yunzhou pause for a moment.

Feng Qianyi is right.

The husband is a contractual partner; when the contract expires, he takes the money and leaves, clean and simple.

The power struggles and internal conflicts within the Feng family have absolutely nothing to do with him.

Why?

Feng Qianyi's gaze was fixed on his face. "You can simply be a spectator."

Lu Yunzhou's breath hitched as he looked into Feng Qianyi's scrutinizing eyes.

The next second, he slammed the magazine on the coffee table, stood up straight, and said, word by word, "Because I want to sleep with you."

The air in the office seemed to freeze for a full three seconds.

Feng Qianyi's hand holding the pen froze, and her earlobes began to turn red from the edge of her neck.

She paused for a couple of beats before coming to her senses, her expression changed, she put down her pen, and crossed her arms over her chest.

Do you think that's possible?

"Someone like you would certainly look down on a nobody like me."

Lu Yunzhou spread his hands, his face completely open and honest. "But what if? I work hard, and if President Feng takes pity on me one day because of my hard work, even just once, it will be worth it."

Feng Qianyi did not speak immediately.

Those eyes lingered on his face for four or five seconds, and his lips twitched.

"Then just do your best," she said in a calmer tone. "Maybe one day when she's in a good mood, she'll actually give you that favor."

She did not refuse.

Lu Yunzhou felt a surge of warmth in his heart and grinned as he continued, "Alright, to tell you the truth, in this lifetime, to have President Feng by my side..."

Before he could finish speaking...

A black fountain pen flew past his ear, creating a faint whistling sound.

"roll!"

Feng Qianyi's face turned red from her ears to her neck, and her voice trembled with gritted teeth.

Lu Yunzhou tilted his head to dodge, and with a swift motion, his right hand caught the pen between his index and middle fingers.

He smiled, gently placed the pen back on the table, and took two steps back: "President Feng, please calm down. I promise I'll make sure..."

"Bang!"

The door panel nearly hit the tip of his nose.

Lu Yunzhou stood in the corridor, grinning for a long time.

An hour and a half later.

In the underground parking garage, Lu Yunzhou opened the back door of a black Maybach and got inside.

Today, Feng Qianyi changed into a navy blue fitted dress, her hair was tied into a low ponytail, revealing the lines of her neck, looking clean and neat.

About forty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a three-story wooden loft.

Lu Yunzhou got out of the car and looked up to take a look.

Above the door hangs a horizontal plaque with black background and gold characters: Jubaozhai.

He had heard people mention this place before.

In the antique collecting circle of Sheng'an City, everyone recognizes this sign.

The items inside range from original works by famous artists to former imperial collections, with starting prices no lower than seven figures.

Ordinary people wouldn't even have the right to walk in and have a cup of tea, let alone buy anything.

"President Feng, please come in."

A woman in her early thirties, wearing a burgundy cheongsam, came out of the attic to greet us. She had a graceful figure and a perfectly poised smile.

The slits extend three inches above the knee, and the stride is neither too big nor too small when walking, with a twisting motion of the waist.

Feng Qianyi nodded, closed the notebook, handed it to the driver, and stepped inside.

Just as the two bodyguards in black were about to follow, the woman in the cheongsam smiled apologetically: "Excuse me, gentlemen, it's the custom here that accompanying persons should wait in the rest area."

The bodyguards glanced at Feng Qianyi, waved their hands, and retreated to the bottom of the steps.

Lu Yunzhou followed Feng Qianyi across the threshold, and the view suddenly opened up before him.

The three-story wooden attic is much brighter inside than it appears from the outside.

The display shelves lined all four walls, filled with celadon, white jade, purple clay teapots, and gilded Buddha statues.

Lu Yunzhou was examining a Ru ware cup with crackled ice patterns when a voice suddenly entered his ears.

"Oh, isn't this CEO Feng?"

The melody dragged on for ages, carrying a greasy, intimate air.

Lu Yunzhou turned his head to look over.

A man in his early forties emerged from the side hall. He was of medium height and had a stocky build. His dark gray suit stretched taut over his stomach, making him look somewhat strained.

On his left wrist was a gold watch with a dial larger than a coin, which wobbled every few steps.

His round face was all smiles, but when his eyes swept over Feng Qianyi, his gaze slid from her neckline to her waistline, and then down her skirt.

Lu Yunzhou recognized the face.

Lei Hu.

Vice President of Huixin Group.

That night at the Cloud Peak Club, it was this person who led the attack on Su Qingwan.

Feng Qianyi stopped and turned around, her expression unchanged.

"Mr. Lei."

"It's been a long time, Ms. Feng," Lei Hu took two steps closer, his gaze still lingering on her. "You look really energetic in this outfit today, and you look younger and younger, like a girl in her early twenties, tsk."

"Mr. Lei, you're too kind."

Feng Qianyi's lips twitched slightly, which could be considered a response.

"Looking for something? We just got a batch of old Burmese jadeite on the third floor. I just looked at it, and a few pieces have pretty good texture and clarity. If you're interested, Ms. Feng, I can have someone reserve them for you?"

"No need to bother, feel free to look around."

Lei Hu finally shifted his gaze from Feng Qianyi to Lu Yunzhou's face behind her.

The smiling face froze for a moment.

Their eyes met.

Lu Yunzhou saw Lei Hu's pupils shrink slightly, his smile still on, but the curve of his lips had changed.

"And this is...?"

Lei Hu slowed his tone and looked Lu Yunzhou up and down.

"My people."