What Bad Intentions Could a Spoiled Little Brat Possibly have? - Chapter 28

A Sexy, Blood-Pumping Long Dress

Cheng Huai only intended to make an appearance at his brother’s workplace and hadn’t taken the matter much to heart.

However, for the employees of Yunhuan, witnessing their once-in-a-century “Iceberg Boss” whispering intimately with a young beauty in the elevator showing zero impatience and even radiating a profound sense of… indulgence, and beyond indulgence, actual doting was more world-shattering than if the apocalypse were scheduled for tomorrow!!

“Doting”… this word wasn’t just unrelated to President Fu’s image in the minds of the employees; it was practically antithetical to it.

At this moment, the internal employee group chat was buzzing with excitement.

Louis the eyewitness who had mistaken the boss for a “shameless person” and nearly spat out his coffee described the encounter with the boss’s younger brother in vivid detail, offering a sharp critique: “Anyway, Zhang Fei and Liu Bei definitely don’t act like that.”

The moment the message was sent, the group exploded. The “melon-eating” crowd quickly brought over stools, sunflower seeds, and soda, waiting for a real-time broadcast.

Olivia was the first to express doubt: “Fake, right?”

Olivia: “Who doesn’t know the boss is untouchable? Aside from Secretary Zhou, even a mosquito can’t fly near him.”

The front desk girl, Shan Shan, immediately jumped in: “Ahhhhhhh, I can testify! I can testify!!”

Shan Shan: “The boss personally accompanied the little beauty to buy yogurt and even let the little beauty use his own phone to pay! If that isn’t doting, what is?!”

Shan Shan: “Not only ! Looking at the height and size difference between them, the little beauty looks like a literal exquisite ‘action figure’ next to the boss!!”

Shan Shan: “Most importantly! The little beauty wanted to drink fruit wine, and the boss actually wouldn’t let him!!”

Qin Zhen drifted in with a comment: “Well, I don’t care if my brother drinks…”

William: “I don’t care either.”

Edward: “Seconded.”

Olivia still didn’t believe it: “Unless you slap a photo in my face.”

Shan Shan was prepared: “I knew Sister Via wouldn’t believe me. I took some photos secretly. There’s photographic evidence, oh~”

Qin Zhen: “I want to see the size difference.”

William: “Want to see +10086.”

But Shan Shan started playing hard to get: “Sigh, I still have to earn a living under the BOSS. It’s really not suitable to post the photos in the group. How about this: I’ll give you a 20% discount. Everyone ‘V’ me 40, and you can come to the front desk to see the high-definition, uncensored version in person~”

While the group chat was heating up, the elevator was a picture of peace and harmony.

Cheng Huai finished his yogurt, still wanting more. He naturally took Fu Zheng’s bottle and lowered his head to twist it open.

When the elevator doors opened with a “ding,” he was staring intently at the bottle cap. Without thinking, he followed Fu Zheng’s footsteps and stepped out.

Standing outside were several high-level executives, with Xu Luyao standing to one side. The atmosphere was tense; it seemed they had been waiting for a long time.

The moment the doors opened, they eagerly stepped forward, crashing right into Cheng Huai, who was walking with his head down.

Fu Zheng instinctively reached out to pull Cheng Huai back, but he was a step too late.

With a soft “splat,” the yogurt Cheng Huai had just opened splashed out, the milky white liquid drenching him.

The sticky milk stains meandered from his chin, sliding across his slender neck, soaking through his thin shirt, and finally following the seam of his trousers, flowing straight toward more private areas…

“Brother…” Cheng Huai let out a small cry of alarm, freezing in place with an embarrassed expression.

He dared not move an inch, fearing that even a slight motion would cause the liquid inside his clothes to drip down his pant legs onto the floor. If he were to lose face like this in front of so many people, he probably wouldn’t have the courage to see anyone again for the rest of his life.

“Brother?” several directors asked in unison, their eyes scanning Cheng Huai with undisguised curiosity and scrutiny.

If one were to say these two were brothers, they truly didn’t look alike at all.

Of the two standing before them, one was dressed in a formal suit, his aura as chilling as an eternal snow mountain; the other wore a simple T-shirt and jeans, with a lingering youthful innocence in his features. From appearance to temperament, calling them “worlds apart” was an understatement.

Xu Luyao stepped forward at the right time. She looked at Cheng Huai, struggling to suppress her inner excitement while maintaining a steady voice: “President Fu, Director Chen and several other directors said they were tired of sitting in the meeting room and insisted on coming out to wait for you.”

The name “Director Chen” was not unfamiliar to Cheng Huai; he had heard it a few times in conversations with Zhou Yuan.

In that moment, he keenly captured a flash of loathing and annoyance on Fu Zheng’s face, though the expression vanished instantly, replaced by his usual indifference.

Cheng Huai frowned and looked at the group. If he wasn’t mistaken, the man standing at the front should be Chen Jiannan.

However, the Chen Jiannan before his eyes was vastly different from the image of an entrepreneur in Cheng Huai’s mind. He wore a suit with colors so vibrant they were gaudy, and his hair was combed so slick it shone, looking more like a “fashion godfather” from a middle-aged hair salon.

“Since when did President Fu have a brother pop up?” Chen Jiannan continued to scrutinize Cheng Huai, his eyes filled with inquiry and playfulness. The people behind him immediately echoed: “Yeah, so young… could it be that President Fu is ‘hiding a golden beauty’?”

“Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder President Fu has kept women at a distance all these years. It turns out we just didn’t understand President Fu’s preferences.”

After speaking, several people let out a burst of crude laughter—a sound that, in Cheng Huai’s ears, was full of malice.

Cheng Huai couldn’t stand others bad-mouthing Fu Zheng like that, especially to his face.

He immediately forgot his awkward predicament and stepped angrily in front of Fu Zheng, attempting to shield him, even though his slender frame couldn’t cover half of the man.

“Uncles I assume that’s a fitting title? If you don’t want your tongues anymore, I can help you cut them out.”

Cheng Huai gave a cold laugh. Just as he was about to continue his sarcasm, he was pulled back by Fu Zheng.

“Brother! What are you doing!” Cheng Huai tried to break free from Fu Zheng’s grip; he wasn’t finished venting his anger!

“No need for you to do this.”

Fu Zheng took a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the yogurt from Cheng Huai’s chin, and then dabbed at the damp fabric on his chest. Only then did he look up at him: “Go to my office first to change. The door code is your birthday.”

Cheng Huai pouted reluctantly and glared at Fu Zheng. He wanted to stay and face these ill-intentioned people with his brother.

Fu Zheng pressed the handkerchief into his palm, his thumb brushing against his chin with a light graze. He lowered his voice and said, “Be good. Listen to me.”

At this time, Xu Luyao also walked over. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Cheng Huai couldn’t haggle with Fu Zheng any further. He could only bite his lip and turn to follow Xu Luyao away.

With every step, the damp clothing clung to his skin, reminding him of his recent embarrassment and causing the resentment in his heart to surge further.

Cheng Huai entered his birthday into the keypad. With a soft “beep,” the door opened.

Before pushing the door to enter, he instinctively glanced back.

Fu Zheng’s gaze had been fixed on him the entire time. That look traveled through the corridor and through the air, steadily catching his backward glance.

It wasn’t until Cheng Huai let go and the heavy wooden door slowly closed the slit showing Fu Zheng’s tall figure narrowing inch by inch until it was completely hidden that the door shut tight.

The moment the door closed completely, the aura around Fu Zheng shifted abruptly.

He unhurriedly lifted his eyelids, his gaze sweeping over the area like a layer of thin ice.

The trace of softness he had shown when facing Cheng Huai was gone, replaced by the sharpness and detachment honed in the business world.

“Apologies for being late,” Fu Zheng spoke, his voice cold. “I’ve kept everyone waiting.”

“Hah!” Chen Jiannan snapped his hands behind his back, adopting a posture of being in the right. “President Fu is busy with a myriad of affairs, truly making us old bones wait! Back then, when my brother Old Fu was still around, when did he ever treat us with such neglect!”

“Exactly!” “Well said!” several directors behind him immediately agreed, their voices echoing briefly in the empty corridor.

Although Chen Jiannan was already notorious within Yunsheng, “a starved camel is still bigger than a horse.” Furthermore, Fu Zheng’s methods of rising to power had been too thunderous, touching many people’s interests. At this moment, these directors had no choice but to temporarily align with Chen Jiannan.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

As long as they could reap the benefits as a third party, they wouldn’t mind seeing Chen Jiannan and Fu Zheng fight to the death.

“Uncle Chen,” Fu Zheng curved his lips, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “The second phase of the Guoqin Mansion project is about to be delivered, isn’t it?”

Speaking of this, Fu Zheng paused slightly and glanced at Chen Jiannan. “Regarding the supporting smart home systems, Yunhuan can yield one percentage point in profit. What do you think?”

“Are you serious?” Chen Jiannan blurted out, then realized he had reacted too eagerly. He quickly put on airs and coughed twice: “I’ll consider you sensible.”

“Of course.” Fu Zheng looked down, his fingertip slowly tracing the surface of his wristwatch. When he looked up again, his gaze was locked on the middle-aged man who had just insulted Cheng Huai: “Director Zhao, I heard your son is gambling heavily in Hong Kong, spending a fortune just to win a beauty’s smile?”

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping a few notches. “You probably… wouldn’t want to see this news in tomorrow’s financial headlines, would you?”

“To win a beauty’s smile” was a euphemism; the reality was that the Zhao family’s son was a gambling addict who had lost half the family fortune in one night and was currently borrowing money everywhere to fill the hole. If this were exposed, not only would the Zhao family lose all face, but it would also trigger a massive crisis of confidence.

“This… this, this…” Director Zhao’s face instantly turned the color of pig liver, and fine beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Fu Zheng’s gaze swept over the remaining people one by one. The directors, who had just been arrogant, bowed their heads, none daring to meet his eyes, fearing that their own shady secrets would be exposed on the spot.

“Everyone,” Fu Zheng adjusted his cuffs, his movements elegant and composed. “Refreshments have been prepared in the meeting room. Regarding further cooperation, shall we move there to discuss in detail?”

He turned and walked toward the adjacent meeting room, his steps steady and his back straight. The directors behind him looked at each other and eventually followed him despondently, their previous momentum long gone.

Cheng Huai sat quietly on the leather sofa in the CEO’s office for a while, staring blankly at the staggered city skyline outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, when a soft tapping sounded at the door.

Xu Luyao pushed the door open, holding a rather large paper bag, her cheeks still flushed.

“Mr. Cheng,” her voice was soft, but her eyes were darting around, not daring to look directly at Cheng Huai’s overly eye-catching face. “This… this is a new set of clothes I bought for my boyfriend. He hasn’t worn them yet. If you don’t mind, you can change into them for the time being.”

After speaking, she immediately placed the paper bag on the rug next to the sofa and then, like a startled rabbit, turned and hurried out.

The refusal on Cheng Huai’s lips—”My body type is special, I can only wear custom-made” was cut short as the heavy door of the CEO’s office was gently closed and considerately “clicked” shut, completely cutting off his chance to decline.

Outside the door, Xu Luyao leaned against the cold wall, clutching her still-pounding heart. She jogged all the way to the elevator and into the pantry, twisting open a bottle of ice water and pressing the freezing bottle tightly against her burning cheek.

“I’m going to die, I’m going to die…” she muttered to herself. If her rather jealous boyfriend knew she was blushing and her heart was racing over the boss’s brother, the consequences would be unthinkable.

But it really wasn’t entirely her fault. Cheng Huai’s face, that sense of beauty somewhere between a delicate youth and lush vividness, his skin as cold and white as jade, yet his eyes so vivid they were breathtaking anyone with normal aesthetic standards would likely find it hard to control themselves.

As she used the ice water to cool down, Xu Luyao tried to use this reasoning to soothe her startled conscience.

She stood under the air conditioning vent for quite a while until the heat on her face had completely subsided. Then, holding the bottle of ice water, she adjusted her collar and prepared to return to her workstation.

Just as she was about to step into the elevator, her phone rang abruptly.

The name “Olivia” jumped on the screen. Xu Luyao was a bit confused as to why Sister Via was calling her at this time, but she answered quickly.

“Luyao,” Olivia’s lazy, smiling voice came through the receiver. “We went clothes shopping together at noon; it seems we took the wrong shopping bags. I’ll go up and swap with you in a bit.”

“What?!” Xu Luyao’s tone spiked instantly, drawing stares from passing colleagues.

Olivia thought she had poor signal and kindly repeated herself, enunciating clearly: “I said, we took the wrong bags. The dress I bought should be with you, and the clothes you bought for your boyfriend are with me.”

Xu Luyao heard it clearly; both ears heard it perfectly.

Olivia was known as the company’s “charming, mature goddess.” They had gone shopping together at noon; she had chosen a regular set of casual clothes for her boyfriend, while Olivia had bought that pink, long-sleeved, tight-fitting dress she had tried on.

It had a large open back, a high cinched waist, and a drooping fishtail curve at the knees, with the hem falling to the ankles. The fabric was soft, tight, and skin-hugging every muscle line on the body would be completely revealed under that dress.

And now, that dress sexy enough to make any man’s blood pump had been handed by her to Cheng Huai as a replacement for her boyfriend’s clothes.

Xu Luyao’s vision went dark, and she felt the ground beneath her feet spinning.

It was over.

This time, truly, the sky was falling.

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