Chapter 11 – The Simp Is Forcibly Loved by the Overbearing CEO 11
Outside the door, the person in charge’s heart pounded as he recalled the indescribable scene, awkwardly wiping sweat from his forehead. So it wasn’t that he wasn’t interested in women; they had just gotten the gender wrong all along!
Inside the lounge.
“Tsk.”
His wicked fun interrupted, Feng Yan clicked his tongue in annoyance. He released his grip on the back of Shuang Yu’s knees and sat back down on the nearby armchair.
Shuang Yu sat up with a swift motion.
“The shirt is thirty-two thousand, the tie is eleven thousand. I accept checks. Thank you, boss.”
Not at all feeling disheveled in his messy clothes, he straightened his tousled short hair and demanded compensation.
The latter raised an eyebrow and took out his phone to call his assistant outside.
“Go to my office and bring me a shirt and tie.”
Soon, the assistant knocked on the lounge door.
“President Feng, I’ve left the clothes at the door for you.”
Feng Yan got up to open the door himself. Several subordinates at the door peered inside, their gazes full of curiosity.
“Stop looking. He’s mine. You don’t stand a chance.”
He chuckled softly, took the clothes, and closed the door.
The group nearly rolled their eyes into the back of their heads.
Shuang Yu didn’t want to wear the lunatic’s clothes, but he couldn’t meet guests bare-chested. He had no choice but to take the clothes and quickly put them on.
Feng Yan stared at him without blinking, but Shuang Yu showed no sign of panic. He remained unhurried, his movements even describable as graceful.
“The shirt is two hundred and eighty thousand, the tie is seventy-two thousand. No checks accepted, only payment with your body. Thank you, boss.”
He propped his chin on one hand, crossed his legs, and deliberately mimicked Shuang Yu’s tone.
“Haven’t you had enough of a taste already?”
The latter shot back a mysterious question.
This “taste” was not the same as “compensation.” The profound words made the interest in Feng Yan’s eyes grow even stronger. He had truly found an extraordinary toy. Interesting, so very interesting.
“This little scrap of flesh isn’t enough. After all, I didn’t really use my mouth. And no one has ever dared to hurt my beautiful face.”
He chuckled and pointed to his bruised cheek, his smile beaming.
He really hadn’t forgotten. He’s a big shot, no doubt about it!
Shuang Yu’s heart sank, and he cleverly changed the subject.
“I heard you’re interested in partnering with our company to develop the Xisha Resort Island. Although I’ve brought the materials, after seeing the FI Building, I genuinely feel that a trash company like ours is unworthy of collaborating with your esteemed corporation.”
“How could you be unqualified? You’re the only person in the world who dares to hit me. If you’re not qualified, who is?”
Feng Yan smilingly steered the conversation back.
Is he… determined to play me to death?
Shuang Yu cursed internally.
“Xiao Ai, do you know who he is?”
He asked Xiao Ai. Since it was an internal system, it might be able to dig up some useful information. Killing a person would cost at least three hundred years of merit. I wonder if killing a god would get a life sentence?
[I can’t find anything… Ahem… My Lord, as the saying goes, life is like being raped. If you can’t resist, you might as well lie back and enjoy it.]
After a long while, Xiao Ai finally tried to coax him into giving in.
Shuang Yu was speechless.
“Come in.”
Seeing that he was dressed, Feng Yan finally called for the people waiting outside to come in. The lounge door soon opened, and a group including the project department and Feng Yan’s assistant, Cheng Hang, walked in. They didn’t dare let their gazes linger on Shuang Yu, who was wearing an ill-fitting shirt.
The project head braced himself and extended a hand to him. “Hello, President Bai. I am Yu Zilin, the general manager for the Xisha Resort Island project.”
“Hello, Manager Yu. I am Bai Shuangyu from Nianmeng Construction. Here are our company’s documents, please take a look.”
Shuang Yu formally shook his hand, and after introducing himself, he handed over the documents. The room was quiet, with only the occasional sound of Yu Zilin flipping through the pages. Meanwhile, Feng Yan, the one with all the power, said nothing. He calmly sipped his coffee, his eyes glued to Shuang Yu.
Though he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, Shuang Yu’s expression was perfectly composed. He showed none of the nervousness of a subordinate meeting a superior, nor the panic of a nouveau riche feeling inferior. Due to Yan Qianqian’s secret manipulations, the original owner’s reputation wasn’t very good. Everyone had assumed this half-wit, who was all show and no substance, would fail to grasp the situation and make some obnoxious, grandiloquent remarks. But upon meeting him, they discovered that not only was he well-mannered, but his temperament was also gentle and refined.
He wasn’t the useless bumpkin from the rumors; instead, he gave off the impression of “a gentleman as gentle as jade, unparalleled in the world.” In comparison, their own president seemed more like a reckless hoodlum, constantly harassing good family men. To withstand President Feng’s predatory gaze without flinching—this Bai Shuangyu was someone to be reckoned with, definitely not the waste of space the rumors claimed!
Yu Zilin looked at the documents in his hand, his scalp tingling with dread. Just as he thought, Nianmeng Construction was completely unqualified to take on this project. Not only was their experience short, but their company couldn’t even meet the most basic requirements. In his eyes, Nianmeng Construction was equivalent to a small subcontractor with no real foundation. Could a massive project like the Xisha Resort Island really be entrusted to such a small company?!
The more he looked, the more he doubted his own sanity. He frequently glanced at Feng Yan, feeling an immense headache coming on. Young Master Feng was practically paying to chase a wife! Feng Yan ignored his meaningful glances and continued to stare at Shuang Yu.
“Ahem, your company hasn’t been public for very long, has it…”
Forced into a corner, Yu Zilin coughed and closed the file.
“We’ve been listed for less than three years. We’re a small, developing company. Actually, you don’t need to tell me; I’m well aware that Nianmeng isn’t qualified to partner with FI.”
Shuang Yu offered a faint, humble smile.
“President Bai, you’re too modest. Although it’s a small company, it has a lot of potential for development. Otherwise, our President Feng wouldn’t have sought out your esteemed company for a partnership. We are very optimistic about your company. If it’s convenient for you, shall we sign the partnership contract now?”
Yu Zilin was a hundred percent unwilling, but he still followed Feng Yan’s orders and spoke. Cheng Hang, who was beside Feng Yan, immediately handed over the contract. Shuang Yu had no reason to refuse this pie that had fallen from the sky. After taking the contract, he began to examine it carefully.
As the primary party, the FI Group’s offered terms were incredibly generous. Although it was supposed to be a client-contractor relationship, Feng Yan’s terms were for a joint development of the project. The FI Group would cover all costs, Nianmeng Construction would only be responsible for the building, and upon completion, FI would pay Nianmeng a separate construction fee. Furthermore, after the resort officially opened, Nianmeng would receive a ten percent share of the dividends. This was truly a pie from the sky, a deal so good you couldn’t find it even if you searched with a lantern.
It was equivalent to FI giving Nianmeng Construction money and shares for free. Nianmeng wouldn’t have to spend a cent and would gain both fame and fortune. Do pies really fall from the sky? Definitely not. Why would Feng Yan offer such good terms, practically paying for it himself? Shuang Yu was completely baffled.
[Perhaps… he’s just lusting after your body?]
The system, Xiao Ai, offered a startling answer.
Shuang Yu was speechless.