The Arrogant Young Master Targeted by the Overbearing President - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Enough!

Lu Siyang snorted coldly in his heart; the man really wasn’t being polite.

He checked the time—it was actually already past one in the morning. Grabbing his clothes and pulling them on, he stood up from the bed. However, because of the ‘excessive exercise’ just now, the muscles in his calves were sore and weak. His knees buckled, and he fell straight toward a kneeling position.

Fang Lv was quick-eyed and agile; he hooked his arm around Lu Siyang’s lower back and hoisted him up effortlessly.

“In such a hurry to leave?” Fang Lv pulled him forward slightly, lowering his head to lightly graze Lu Siyang’s earlobe with his nose. His husky voice deliberately lingered for a few seconds. “The boss gave so much; do you want to enjoy some more service?”

Lu Siyang’s ear turned hot, and then he felt Fang Lv’s hand slide down his back, giving his butt an industrial-strength, suggestive squeeze. “How about it, boss—”

An electric, tingling numbness climbed from his tailbone all the way to the top of his head. Lu Siyang’s body froze, and he almost forgot to resist.

In those few seconds of daze, Fang Lv wrapped an arm around his waist, leaned in, and pressed him back onto the bed.

Alarm bells rang in Lu Siyang’s head. He reached out to push against Fang Lv’s chest, but the moment he touched the scorching heat of that chest, his wrists were seized and pinned above his head.

Fang Lv leaned in close, sniffing lightly along the side of his neck. His warm breath sprayed over the delicate skin, making Lu Siyang’s scalp tingle and his body tremble slightly.

Fang Lv seemed to thoroughly enjoy Lu Siyang’s reaction. His hot palm pressed against Lu Siyang’s lower abdomen, inching its way upward.

“Mmh…”

Lu Siyang bit his lip, unable to stop a soft moan from escaping. He felt the fire that had just been extinguished inside his body showing signs of flare-up again.

That hand, carrying a scalding heat, moved downward along Lu Siyang’s tight waistline.

The moment it touched the danger zone, Lu Siyang snapped back to reality. He gripped Fang Lv’s wrist tightly, his voice laced with panting: “…Enough…”

“Hmm?” Fang Lv braced himself up, his grey pupils darkened with the depth of desire, flashing with a dim light in the darkness that looked both dangerous and enticing. “Are you sure?”

Lu Siyang took a deep breath, his tone barely maintaining its composure: “Ge-Get… off.”

A light chuckle spilled from Fang Lv’s throat, and he nimbly flipped off the bed.

Lu Siyang stood up, struggling to suppress his hurried breathing. He straightened his slightly wrinkled shirt before walking toward the door.

Fang Lv stood in place without moving, watching the direction in which Lu Siyang disappeared, lightly rubbing the fingers hanging by his side. Between his fingertips, the firm and elastic sensation of the other’s butt flesh seemed to linger.

Thinking of Lu Siyang’s appearance when he left—reddened corners of the eyes yet feigning calmness—Fang Lv curled his lips and licked them, having truly tasted something exquisite.

He retracted his gaze and leaned down to pick up the business card that had fallen by the bed when Lu Siyang was pulling out the checkbook. The high-end material and the shimmering gold-leaf background all showcased the card owner’s extraordinary status.

As his gaze swept over the name, Fang Lv withdrew the smile from his face, and the light in his eyes suddenly turned cold…

As Lu Siyang walked out, he gave his driver, Old Wang, a call.

As soon as he entered his home, he couldn’t wait to dive into the bathroom to wash himself clean from the inside out, refusing to stop until his skin was rubbed red.

He stood before the mirror, reaching out to wipe away the dense water vapor on the surface. The person inside was covered in blue and purple bruises and marks all the way from the collar to the calves.

Images from earlier flashed through his mind repeatedly: the sweat sliding down the side of Fang Lv’s neck to his pectoral muscles on his tanned skin, the veins bulging on his arms when he supported Lu Siyang’s body, and the heavy panting against his ear during the forceful thrusts…

Lu Siyang’s cheeks burned fiercely, and his heart pounded so hard it almost broke through his chest. He slowly frowned, and after a long while, he lowered his head to scoop up a handful of cold water to splash on his face, dousing the heat in his heart before turning to walk out of the bathroom.

Three hours later, Lu Siyang woke up to the sound of his alarm and hurried to the company for that damned Monday morning meeting.

The Lu family was considered one of the top families in Shan Province, and Lu’s Catering, which they operated, occupied nearly fifty percent of the national catering industry market. Since taking over Lu’s, Lu Siyang had been troubled every day by the company’s nonsense. Even though he had followed his father to the company for a period to learn and had a general understanding of the operation model, the hurried succession still left him somewhat overwhelmed.

For three months straight, he hadn’t had a single good night’s sleep; even his dreams were filled with turnover, financial data, and market site selections…

Last night, he had intended to go out and relax, but he hadn’t expected to encounter such disgusting bullshit…

At nine in the morning, the high-level executives of Lu’s were already sitting neatly in the conference room. Lu Siyang leaned back in his executive chair, eyes half-squinted, his long eyelashes covering the faint dark circles beneath them. His slender index finger pressed against his right temple, his expression so gloomy it could almost drip water.

“Xinghe Plaza in Shuangyang District?” Lu Siyang lifted his eyelids and let out a cold laugh. “That mall that is so far out in the middle of nowhere that a month’s turnover wouldn’t even match a day at Wanhe Plaza in the city center?”

Manager Zhao’s face turned pale as he hurriedly explained: “President Lu, although it’s a bit desolate right now, however—”

“Does Manager Zhao feel like life has been too comfortable lately and wants to find some challenges for Lu’s?” Lu Siyang’s tone sounded like a joke, but there wasn’t a hint of a smile in his eyes. “Xinghe Plaza is surrounded by land waiting for development; if you want it to develop, it’ll take at least a year and a half.”

Lu Siyang reached out to grab the “Feasibility Report for Lu’s Catering Entering Xinghe Plaza in Shuangyang District” from Manager Zhao’s hand and flipped through a few pages quickly. “Then may I ask, what about the losses Lu’s will incur during this year and a half? Will your Business Department raise funds to fill the gap?”

After saying that, he threw the report directly back to Manager Zhao and curled his index finger to tap on the table: “Next.”

“President Lu,” the Marketing Department manager observed Lu Siyang’s face and said cautiously, “Over at Changshun… they want to modify the contract and lower the price by ten percent.”

Lu Siyang narrowed his eyes, his tone turning heavy: “Lower it by ten percent?”

The Marketing Manager continued: “Their side means that the industry hasn’t been doing well lately, and their factory’s performance isn’t great, so…”

Performance isn’t great? Lu Siyang sneered. If the performance isn’t great, do the workers stop eating?

Changshun was a leading enterprise in the food industry in He Province, with a one-stop process from snack production to processing and sales. The chairman, Liu Jingguang, was a good friend of Lu Minshan and had directly outsourced all the catering for the food processing factory’s canteens to Lu’s.

However… Liu Jingguang was a shrewd and cunning man. Even if he had been his father’s friend for many years, he couldn’t resist the draw of profit. He likely saw that he, a green kid, had just taken the position and lacked experience, so he wanted to suppress the price.

Damn it, when his father was still here, how would these people have dared to be so insolent? Now that they saw his father was gone, one by one they all wanted to ride over his head…