Chapter 45: Ice Water

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"Wasting time..."

Ling Ziyao's lips twitched slightly.

He genuinely hadn't expected these two lowly receptionists to dare treat him like this!

Besides, with his looks under normal circumstances, he was a complete knockout for the young girls!

Weren't these two pretty receptionists even a little bit tempted?

"What are you looking at?"

One of the girls said coldly, "I told you to hurry up and register, so register. If you have nothing else to do, don't stand here and delay our work. If you don't leave, I'll call security!"

"Fine! I'll register!"

Ling Ziyao practically gritted his teeth as he said these words.

His eyes held a hint of anger as he looked at the two girls.

Just wait, once he's won Fang Yajun over, he'll make these two girls pay the price. Then, they won't even be able to offer themselves to him!

Seeing Ling Ziyao's discomfiture, the assistant quickly stepped forward and registered him in his place.

Seeing the handwriting on the assistant's slip of paper, the receptionist frowned slightly. "Are you here to see our CEO, Mr. Fang? Do you have an appointment?"

"Yes! Of course!"

The assistant took out several hundred-yuan bills from her pocket and placed them behind the registration form.

"It's easier to deal with the devil than his minions."

This is a well-known saying. The assistant could tell that these two girls were indifferent to Ling Ziyao; in fact, Ling Ziyao had just offended them.

To avoid being tripped up at a crucial moment, the assistant used a social nicety tactic.

"Um, ladies, you can call and ask. We're from Yaoshi Entertainment Company, and we have an appointment to meet with your CEO today."

"Okay, I understand."

One girl went to make the call, while the other girl took out the bills from under the registration form.

"Don't try that on us. Besides, are you trying to fob us off with this money?"

Previously, if an employee was bullied by Fang Chang, or if Fang Chang was in a good mood and gave them a reward, it was several times, even dozens of times, this amount.

So, in a sense, Fang Chang helped increase the cohesion among the company's employees.

The two girls at the front desk didn't care about this kind of money at all.

The assistant was also furious at their attitude, but since they needed their help today, she suppressed her anger after thinking for a long time.

"Okay, okay, yes, I understand."

Click.

The girl on the phone hung up and walked over to the assistant and Ling Ziyao, saying softly, "You two wait here for a bit. President Fang is currently meeting with guests and is unavailable!"

"What?"

Ling Ziyao's anger surged. "If he's unavailable, couldn't you at least have arranged for us to wait in the reception room? Make us stand here?"

"So what?"

The girl said disdainfully, "Our reception room is full. If you don't like waiting here, you can just leave. People will think President Fang really wants to see you."

"Is there anything you need? If not, don't block the way. Go do what you're supposed to be doing!"

"You…"

Ling Ziyao wanted to say something more, but the assistant pulled him away.

He knew that the two receptionists' arrogance proved they had someone backing them up; this might just be a show of force.

Who told them to offend Fang Chang a couple of days ago?

They'd better wait. The company leadership gave a strict order; if things didn't improve today, they'd be in big trouble!

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President's Office.

Fang Chang pushed open the door and walked in. Seeing Fang Yajun in a black suit and white shirt, a hint of amazement flashed in his eyes.

He had, to some extent, the kind of fetish common to men.

This uniform definitely enhanced Fang Yajun's charm.

Especially the slightly open collar, revealing an exaggeratedly white figure.

Fang Yajun naturally noticed Fang Chang's gaze, a hint of smugness flashing in her beautiful eyes.

The buttons on her collar were deliberately undone when she learned of Fang Chang's arrival, precisely for this effect.

And those black stockings and black high heels were all to cater to Fang Chang's fetish.

“Xiao Chang, you’re here…”

Fang Yajun adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, a smile playing on her exquisitely beautiful face.

“Come here.”

Hearing Fang Yajun’s words, Fang Chang, who had been about to sit on the sofa, slowly walked to her side.

As soon as he reached her, Fang Yajun stood up, grabbed Fang Chang’s clothes, and gently pushed him into the executive chair.

Before Fang Chang could speak, Fang Yajun sat directly on his lap.

Her beautiful eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses seemed to hold the depths of autumn water, utterly captivating.

Fang Yajun moved closer to Fang Chang, her lips parting slightly, her breath sweet as orchids: “Xiao Chang, do you like this outfit today?”

As she spoke, Fang Yajun gently removed her high heels, revealing a pair of delicate feet encased in black stockings, which she casually lifted.

This ultimate temptation made Fang Chang swallow hard.

Seeing the infatuation in Fang Chang's eyes, Fang Yajun pressed herself against him without a word.

The two kissed.

After an unknown amount of time, Fang Yajun seemed to sense something. She released Fang Chang, a mischievous glint in her beautiful eyes.

"Little brother's been a bit naughty~"

Hearing this, Fang Chang was about to speak when a delicate, white finger pressed against his lips.

Fang Yajun casually picked up a bottle of ice water from the table.

Hmm?

Seeing Fang Yajun's action, Fang Chang was puzzled.

What did this mean? Drinking water during a kiss?

Fang Yajun took a sip of water, then slowly lowered her head…

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Inside the lobby of the Fang Group.

Ling Ziyao was growing increasingly impatient; almost an hour had passed!

"What are you doing? Isn't Mr. Fang finished yet?!"

Hearing Ling Ziyao's words, the receptionist glanced at him and said indifferently, "How should we know? The boss hasn't given the order, so just wait. What's the rush?"

Just then, the phone rang.

One of the receptionists answered the phone, said a few "yes," and then said to Ling Ziyao, "Alright, you can go up now. Mr. Fang will be looking for you in the meeting room on the seventeenth floor."

"Once you get there, someone will show you the way. Go ahead."

Hearing this, Ling Ziyao sneered. He stared intently at the two receptionists, seemingly trying to memorize their faces, then took his assistant and got into the elevator.

After the two men left, the two girls started discussing.

"So this is Ling Ziyao? He looked good online, but he's just average in person! He's nowhere near as good as our Second Young Master!"

"You're right. I don't know why so many people like him. A grown man, wearing makeup is one thing, but it's cakey! Tsk tsk tsk... Are big stars' makeup artists this bad?"

"Our Second Young Master is so much better! I wonder what he's doing now!"